"Each household will make its own arrangements after the meeting, according to its circumstances. But without exception, everyone must strengthen their armaments, lest the Divine Court wipe us out before the passage opens. Judging from what has happened before, the Divine Court could attack any one of the realms. So none of you must underestimate or neglect this threat, thinking that since the Ghost Dao Realm is bearing the brunt, we can turn things around with the attitude of 'let another fellow cultivator die while I stay alive.' I'm sure you've all heard plenty of such things, whether you've encountered them yourselves or not, right?" I coughed twice, while Jing Xiaoman burst out laughing. "That's the first time I've heard it put that way—'let another fellow cultivator die while I stay alive.' Haha, don't worry, Brother Tian. I'll make sure they dig three feet into the ground and haul out all their family treasures to build lots and lots of warships!"
Jing Xiaoman's excitement was not entirely without reason. The Demon God Realm had merely lost a portion of its peak combat strength because the former Demon Venerable had been assassinated, but its overall power remained formidable. The Ancient Immortal Realm, on the other hand, had lost more than half its strength in this battle and had instead fallen into the same state as the Demon God Realm. That was why Li Nianjun was somewhat dejected. At least in front of Jing Xiaoman, she could barely hold her head up.
"Mm. Now everyone can wait to melt down their pots and sell their iron. The Divine Court won't spare us while we're weak. After all, in any kingdom under heaven, giving rise to rebellious thoughts is enough to get your head chopped off. As for the outcome of the war,