Coordinating the Rear

In truth, a sect war within the Third Heaven could be extremely simple. The strongest cultivators would not act lightly, because if they did, with both sides at the center, everything within a thousand-mile radius would be utterly destroyed. And once they fought, it would become a fight to the death. Any cultivator who had reached the Deity Transformation Stage treasured their own journey upon the Great Dao immensely and would never easily allow themselves to fall into such a life-or-death situation.

Besides, this was merely one side seeking to annex the other. Exterminating everyone was the act of a madman possessed by demons.

As the sect master of the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect, the man in golden robes understood this perfectly. Likewise, the three elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect understood it as well. Their earlier verbal exchange had already concealed a contest of probing and clashing. Fortunately, the three elders had ultimately withstood the man in golden robes' unstoppable, murderous sharpness.

As for the complexity, it was equally immense. In the coming battlefield, it would still depend on the disciples of both sects fighting one-on-one, so battlefields large and small would form before the Heavenly Sword Sect. At this time, what both sides were competing in was nothing more than resources and patience. Another point was how those with profound cultivation could evade the other side's powerful cultivators and secretly aid their own disciples, gaining advantages on one small battlefield after another and crushing the enemy.

The disadvantage on the other hand was that the Heavenly Sword Sect had declined for a century, while the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect had been flourishing day by day. On the surface, the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect held an absolute advantage. With those earlier words meant to lure them into surrender, it