Within Ancient Emperor Heaven, the meaning of so-called territory was nothing other than the resources and treasures it produced. Ordinary resources were indeed useless to Half-Sovereigns, but to those below the Half-Sovereign realm, they were an enormous aid.
Although the Civilization Council and the Dark Domain Alliance were a single whole, the reality was that once they contracted their front lines and reduced their territory, resources would inevitably have to be redistributed. What everyone could obtain would decrease.
If an alliance fought all the way and expanded all the way, growing richer with every battle, then naturally all would be united as one. But once it suffered a setback and had to redistribute its internal resources, resistance would naturally arise from every quarter.
The many members of the Civilization Council were not blind to the cost of fighting to the death. They also understood that contracting the theater of war was a relatively correct decision. But how to contract it, and where to begin, were both problems. Besides, the current situation did not seem to have deteriorated to that extent yet.
No one who could enter the Civilization Council was foolish. Yet precisely because they were all too clever, some matters became harder to handle instead.
"Contracting the front line is no small matter. Expansion is difficult, and contraction is equally difficult. It cannot be completed overnight. How should the population be relocated? Where should they go? With such a massive operation, how can we ensure the enemy does not carry out sabotage? After all, the wilderness is not like a great city, guarded by divine arrays. Then there is also the inventorying of resources..."
"These matters all require further discussion."
Someone said this, but their tone was no longer like when they had argued against Zheng Xin earlier. Though