On Moshan Star, the three deities of Wanmo Civilization were all waiting there, watching the battle the entire time.
Suddenly.
"Dongmo, you ordered the other astral realms to attack too?" Beiyue Deity's expression changed slightly, as if she had received a message.
"Since the probing is over and we've chosen all-out war, then naturally, the many Level 3 Star Realms no longer need to hold back," Dongmo Deity said softly. "They're only auxiliary forces, but they can still inflict a certain amount of damage on Seven Star Civilization, and even tie down some demigods so they no longer dare go to Feixing."
"Mm." Beiyue Deity sighed softly. "I just wonder how many people will die in this battle."
It was as if she could see the Feitian Realm cultivators of both sides fighting madly within each Level 3 Star Realm jointly held by Seven Star Civilization and Wanmo Civilization, countless lives falling.
"For civilization."
"A few losses are not worth mentioning."
"Their lifespans are limited. If they don't die on the battlefield, they'll die sooner or later anyway," Dongmo Deity said calmly. "Even if half the demigods in the civilization die or are injured, and all the Feitian Realm cultivators fall... the remaining demigods will still be able to bring back treasures abundant enough from the Ancient Immortal Burial Domain."
"As long as we deities remain alive, in a few hundred years, the number of powerhouses in the entire civilization will naturally return to normal."
Deity Qiongjin was very calm. Having cultivated for over four thousand years, he had seen far too much life and death. Most of the disciples he had taken in had died of old age before his eyes...
There was a trace of reluctance in Beiyue Deity's eyes. After all, she was the youngest of the