Tianshu Holy Land, Saint's Palace.
Saint Tianshu Holy Monarch slumped in the saint's throne.
On the eastern battlefield, Dixuan Holy Son, Wuyue Holy Maiden, and Tun Tian Holy Son had been killed.
On the western battlefield, the three Holy Land factions had been pierced straight through, with casualties already numbering in the tens of thousands. Yet the saint himself had never issued such an order.
He had already been doing everything in his power to seek help from the other Holy Lands while making peace with the forces that had declared war. He knew very well that the various Holy Lands had not mobilized Sub-Saint-level experts to fight a desperate battle, but things were different now.
First, Golden Star Holy Son had killed several of their most important Saint Sons. In Tianshu Holy Monarch's eyes, everything that followed had still remained within a controllable range.
The other Holy Lands also knew how great the cost of war would be, so at most, they had merely wanted to bite off a large chunk of meat from Tianshu Holy Land and divide it among themselves.
But now, even Tianshu Holy Monarch could no longer control the situation!
The Saint Sons had been killed one after another, and the people who had done it were Saint Sons of their own Holy Land who had never received orders to go to war!
The other six Holy Lands had sent sixteen warnings and thirty-eight formal documents overnight. War was now only a hair's breadth away.
The Holy Land was simply too vast, yet there were not many Saint Sons. They were the main force defending against external enemies. If they were all recalled, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Pass down the order. If any Saint Son or Holy Maiden dares to take the initiative and