The Gods felt a heavy weight in their hearts. The Energy Civilization was far more powerful than they had imagined. Seven Saint-level beings—it was simply unbelievable.
"Will the Demon Saints intervene?" Conilia asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. There's order among them. Unless the Moros Tribe gives up this opportunity," he replied. "We won't have to worry about facing the Demon Saints anytime soon."
Even among Saints, there were differences in strength. Considering that the Empire had been established only a little over 200 years ago, the enemy would most likely think he was just a novice. A newly emerged Saint might not be much stronger than a Sage at the peak of their power.
The Moros Tribe were the High-dimensional Demons who had discovered humanity and spearheaded this invasion.
"Are they searching for the Divine Realm?" Wu Tianyi asked with a frown. The faint sense of danger stirring in his mind told him that the threat was drawing near.
"Get ready. We can't avoid this battle," he replied.
"Whoosh!"
Golden-yellow divine power shone down, and the tranquil Divine Realm erupted into activity in an instant.
From one military fortress after another, the Starry Sky Army and Astartes legions rushed into action. Armored Vehicles rolled into cities, rapidly setting up defensive lines.
Above them, Heroic Spirit Warships formed into Combat Formations, assembling into a vast fleet.
The Holy Spirit Angels beat their divine wings, streaking across the sky in trails of golden light.
Even with a Time Flow Rate fifteen times faster, the enemy had left them little time to prepare. In the fifth month after the war in the Material Realm ended, the entire Divine Realm shuddered violently.
"They're here." Wei Peng, clad in Power Armor that made him look like a god, rose from the War Throne and looked beyond