Dead

Dead

"May Your Majesty enjoy yourself."

"I heard before that Your Majesty seemed to enjoy destroying a planet, then refining the entire planet into an ornament and placing it in the divine temple. I wonder which world he will choose this time."

"He seemed to have discussed it with the Demon Prison Lords. Roughly speaking, His Majesty will help Demon Prison devour one world, and as for the other worlds, His Majesty may choose whichever one he likes and bring it back to play with."

"How great is a Deity? A planet is merely a toy in his palm."

"Fortunately, power stands on the side of evil."

The Demigod avatars smiled.

As night approached, the battlefield changed drastically.

All the Humanoid Alliance forces had been driven into the enormous pit around the Mother Tree.

The Calamity Army's Demonic Beasts kept leaping into the pit and launching charges.

The numbers of the Humanoid Alliance dwindled, dwindled, and dwindled.

During a rest, Wang Boxiong, Chen Shouhu, Li Shenkong, and many other Grandmasters gathered together and discussed matters in low voices.

Nearly a hundred Grandmasters from the various races, along with a small number of Treants, looked at one another.

"The Mother Tree has not acted even now. The outcome is decided. Should we withdraw?"

"I think we have already done all that duty and honor demand," said Giant Furnace of the Iron Dwarves.

"Yes. My strength is nearly exhausted. If I keep fighting, it may damage my foundation," said a Grandmaster Spirit Mage.

"What do you humans think?"

Some human Grandmasters also said that they had done enough.

Yet Tiger, Bear, and Sky—those three—had remained silent.

Since the three of them had not spoken, the other human Grandmasters did not dare withdraw either.

"Wang Boxiong, what do you think?" Giant Furnace asked.