Qi Dong had personally experienced the Second Trial and knew how difficult it was.
War was unlike a one-on-one battle, nor was it simply being besieged by a few people. One had to face countless opponents.
Although those opponents would not attack all at once, there was no way to predict who they would be, what divine arts they possessed, what bizarre talents they had, or what divine artifacts they wielded.
While locked in fierce battle with others, an attack might suddenly come from behind, impossible to guard against.
During war, one had to devote oneself completely and could not be careless in the slightest. One small misstep could lead to a baffling death.
Not only did one need to remain highly focused, one also had to carefully calculate the consumption of divine power and avoid wasting it excessively. Once divine power was exhausted and could not be replenished in time, death would still follow.
In short, even geniuses were nearly useless in war, unless they were particularly monstrous beings.
Three months was not a long time for gods.
Yet for most gods participating in the Second Trial, this trial made every day feel like a year.
Every moment, they experienced life and death. Every day, large numbers of gods turned into Stone Men and fell here completely.
Basically everyone participating in the Second Trial had an extremely difficult time.
However, there was one exception.
Jiang Ping An faced several gods of the same realm without the slightest pressure.
If killing enemies in this illusory space had been recognized by the Divine Dao Laws, he would already have charged into the Divine Power Realm Mid-stage battlefield to kill enemies and prove his Dao.
Suddenly, Jiang Ping An frowned and looked at a woman he had kicked away.
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