After all the cultivators of the 1463rd Universe had left, on the 1465th Universe's side, a saint looked curiously at his own Cosmos Ruler and asked, "Master, are we really not defending our universe? What if the cultivators of the One Thousand Eighty-Six Universe really invade our universe?"
"You said before that you would have all our experts pour out in full force, that every cultivator above the Supreme Realm would go attack the other side's universe."
"When the time comes, all our powerful figures will have flown off. If the other side casually sends over a few cultivators, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop them."
"I only said I would send out every cultivator in our universe above the Supreme Realm, but do they know how many cultivators above the Supreme Realm we have?"
"Forget them—even you, do you know how many there are?"
The Ruler of the 1465th Universe suddenly laughed. "I said that only to confuse the other side."
"We are allies now, but who knows whether we will be enemies next?"
"Of course, I doubt the other side's Cosmos Ruler will fall for it either. Didn't you hear what their Cosmos Ruler said?"
"He said they suffered extremely heavy losses in the last round, so naturally they have a reason to send out fewer cultivators."
"They have already found their excuse in advance. As for us, of course we must leave cultivators behind—mainly cultivators from our own Great Thousand World."
"When it comes time to stake lives on the fight, let the cultivators from the other Great Thousand Worlds stake their lives."
"Our Great Thousand World only needs to preserve its strength."
"And during battle, don't fight so desperately. But after the battle ends, when it's time to seize the other universe's resources, you