The seven great star domains were filled with waves of terrifying auras.
Human Race powerhouses and Human Elite Dao Soldiers began converging on the centers of the star domains, gathering at the immortal sect sacred lands where the Eight Calamity Supremes resided. They showed no concern that the Eight Calamity Supremes might swallow them whole in an instant. They began drilling the Star Domain Level Slaughter Array and establishing all manner of reward, punishment, and compensation systems.
Supremes were all seasoned old foxes. What difficulty could such systems possibly present?
Who did not know how to build an army united in sincerity and purpose?
Was this some secret inheritance?
As the overlords of the Endless Starry Sky, the Human Race possessed everything and understood everything. They simply could not put it into practice in the past, because the rifts between them ran too deep for mutual trust.
It was not that they had been unwilling to form a Human Race alliance. When the Demon Race Divine Path had been nibbling away at them step by step, every Supreme had felt anxiety and entertained similar thoughts. But carrying them out had been too difficult.
Every sect had been pondering one question.
If the Human Race won, could their sects and themselves survive, perhaps even rise further?
If their sects perished, what did the Human Race's victory have to do with them?
Not a single sect or powerhouse could offer such a promise!
Everyone had fallen into a prisoner's dilemma. Everyone knew perfectly well that the division of the fruits of victory was unrelated to military merit, but depended on the strength preserved after the war. No one dared throw themselves into battle without regard for their lives for the sake of victory.
Now, everything had been resolved.
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