The assembled Imperial Sovereigns all wore grave expressions. Whatever they might have been thinking, they shared the same goal for now: stabilizing the current situation.
Clearly, stirring up trouble and causing a complete rupture would do them no good. If internal strife broke out at a time like this, they would likely collapse without a fight before even facing the Outer Domain army.
Feng Yi Shi swept his gaze over the Imperial Sovereigns, a headache brewing. Rumors had been spreading endlessly throughout the Eleven Provinces these past days, impossible to suppress. This situation was inseparable from the people before him. Even if they had not fanned the flames behind the scenes, they had likely given their tacit consent.
Everyone wanted to know whether Martial Venerable, the pillar holding up the Eleven Provinces, had fallen or not. This was probably also a means of forcing their hand.
Yet for the moment, the situation could still be kept under control. So long as no definite news arrived, that was the best possible news.
Besides, deep down, he did not believe that the Creation God Dynasty army could have been completely annihilated. He had no precise understanding of the Epoch Battlefield, but he had more than enough understanding of the Creation God Dynasty army.
Ye Xiwen had led the three great Imperial Sovereigns of humanity and a million elites to the Epoch Battlefield. Yet an army of that scale was quite inconspicuous within the Creation God Dynasty forces, nowhere near the formations led by top Celestial Venerables such as the Central Celestial Venerable.
Such a force could casually destroy humanity ten thousand times over. How could it possibly have been wiped out to the last man?
Moreover, the more he considered it, the more he felt that the rumors spreading so swiftly were