Rumble, rumble, rumble.
"Hey! Look, look! They're fighting over there too! Hahaha, the Beast God Temple even sent out the Third Dragon-Lion War Corps. This place just keeps getting more exciting!"
On the Mother Nest Forest halfway up the mountain, Fat Cat was like a moviegoer pointing at the battle unfolding in the distant Snow Peak Mountain Range. He shuddered with excitement, sprang up from his half-reclining position on the ground, and danced atop a towering tree trunk, nearly whistling and cheering.
The teddy dog rolled its eyes.
"The Three Nations Alliance has always had its share of conflicts. The Beast God Temple is a little stronger than the Fallen Temple, but not by much. The Thousand-Faced Temple is currently in decline, and this is the Fallen Temple's home ground. The other temples are restricted by the boundaries of their faith tides, so they'd never send their true elite forces. As long as those Silver Lamp Masters don't take the bait, no matter how fierce the fighting between the temples gets, it'll remain a trivial skirmish on the outskirts. It won't do anything to help the Pioneers' arrival in any meaningful way."
Because of their immense life mass, the Pioneers would undoubtedly face a long and arduous journey if they tried to force their way into the heart of this enormous wind vortex.
If they were attacked by descending gods during that time, it would be extremely dangerous.
That was why the infiltrating scholars had the crucial task of weakening the living forces inside the wind vortex as much as possible beforehand. How well they completed their mission might determine whether the many Pioneers who forced their way into the vortex survived!
Of course,
some had considered using the infiltrating scholars to try to seize the T-Gene Engineering Blueprint.
But