The war had basically reached its end.
The finale of this grand spectacle was the God Generals' final battle.
The first Halo Screen was still filled with static.
However.
Much could still be gleaned from the changes in the image.
For instance.
The Black Qi had completely dissipated.
Cheng Han saw through it at a glance. "An Bei Sea God, An Tian Sea God, and Yu Tian Sea God have completely given up fighting the God Generals and have each begun fleeing for their lives!"
The Fallen Ghost Sculpture network had been damaged, leaving the Sea Gods without their final support. Combined with their enormous disadvantage of three against six, how could they possibly keep fighting?
If they fled too slowly, they might end up staying here forever.
Cheng Han's gaze flickered as he made a "prediction." "Poor An Bei Sea God will most likely be sold out this time!"
This judgment was based on many factors.
First.
If the three Sea Gods fled together, there would only be one outcome—they would all fail to escape and be surrounded by the six God Generals. The only option was to scatter and flee!
Second.
As the saying went, squeeze the soft persimmon first. These God Generals would certainly target the weakest Sea God to ensure that they left at least one behind.
The God Generals knew this, and the Sea Gods naturally understood it as well.
From the perspective of this game.
An Bei Sea God belonged to the Black Scale Race, while An Tian Sea God and Yu Tian Sea God came from the White Squid Race. The latter two would definitely choose to stick together.
In that case.
An Bei Sea God became—the soft persimmon.
Third.
From the White Squid Race's perspective.
Xiao Quan Sea God, who belonged to