Although without Di Ni they had lost their hope of rising this time, the Celestial Race was brimming with talent and packed with experts. Who knew when another emperor might emerge and sweep all before them, invincible?
But if they fought a great battle against the All Races Alliance and suffered devastating losses, even ten million years would not be enough for them to recuperate. Their backbone would truly be broken. The price would be far too great.
Moreover, the All Races Alliance had deployed a massive army this time, and its stance was exceptionally resolute. There was no reason the Celestial Race could not see that.
Yet they still intended to meet the All Races Alliance head-on in battle. Such conduct clearly defied common sense. It was plainly suicide.
If the Celestial Race had the strength to contend with the All Races Alliance, they would not have lurked in hiding for so many years.
All of this struck him as highly unusual. What trump card had the Celestial Race prepared? Or was it truly only because Di Ni was too important?
Could the upper ranks of the All Races Alliance really fail to see these matters? Or did they intend to crush everything with absolute strength?
Indeed, before absolute strength, every scheme and trick appeared laughable.
Things had already reached this point. Neither side had any possibility of retreating; only a battle to the death remained. Unfortunately, this battle had come a little too early for Ye Xiwen. If it had arrived after he broke through to the Late Stage of the Seal King Realm, his strength would have risen to another level. Even if several experts at the level of the Ten Kings joined forces to ambush him, he would have nothing to fear.
But that was clearly