The Wildsea Royal Clan's attack had come too suddenly.
War was no child's play; it concerned the lives of hundreds of millions.
According to many people's estimates, the Wildsea Royal Clan would need another dozen years or so before they could be ready.
Who could have known they would strike so far ahead of schedule?
Clearly, the Wildsea Royal Clan was extremely confident.
As the Wildsea Royal Clan invaded, the Lan Clan did not hesitate and immediately launched a counterattack.
A fierce battle erupted between the two sides.
The scene resembled the end of days.
Corpses fell like rain, warships gathered like clouds. From Immortal-level deities to God-level Experts, casualties continued to mount on both sides.
Jiang Ping An hated the Wildsea Royal Clan to the bone.
It was the Wildsea Royal Clan's experts who had destroyed the Immortal Realm and killed his closest family.
This was an irreconcilable, heaven-sharing hatred.
By all rights, he should have joined the battle.
However, going directly to the battlefield was absolutely not a good choice.
First of all, he was not a member of the Lan Clan. Once he reached the battlefield, there would be very few people to support him.
Though it looked as if everyone on the battlefield was clashing together, most of the time, small teams were fighting in coordination with one another.
He had no team. Alone and isolated, no one would come to his aid if he were injured or surrounded.
Moreover, this battle would be a prolonged war. It would not end so easily.
It would be safer for him to join the fighting after the large-scale clashes had ended.
Compared with a head-on clash, he preferred stabbing people in the back.
In short, joining the battle now would be no different from throwing his life away.