Even she, someone on good terms with Ye Tianyi, felt infuriated on behalf of the Vast Cold Palace members protecting him.
"Want some?"
Ye Tianyi smiled as he held up the wine.
"No."
An old man replied coldly.
Ye Tianyi shrugged, then continued eating, one leg crossed over the other as he watched the chaotic battle ahead.
Although they had a Cold God on their side and held the numerical advantage overall, the battle had not become one-sided at all—aside from the Cold God's side of the fight!
The reason was simple. They had thirty thousand people against the enemy's twenty thousand, but everyone on their side knew they would definitely win. Since victory was assured, there was no need to risk their lives. Their priority was keeping themselves safe!
As a result, their desire to fight and their willingness to risk their lives were not particularly high!
The other side, however, knew that if they did not fight desperately, they would die anyway. They had no choice but to give it everything they had!
What if they succeeded and survived?
They had strong experts on their side as well; they simply did not have a ninth-tier Supreme God!
They even had a Supreme God.
The Supreme God did not need to kill the Cold God. He only needed to restrain her for long enough!
The rest only had to fight desperately!
Thus, at first glance, the situations on both sides appeared fairly even.
Moreover, because they had more people, quite a few of them kept their children and juniors out of the battle to minimize the harm they suffered.
And Ye Tianyi...
How could he possibly be sitting here merely to eat?
Why was he sitting with his legs crossed, happily stuffing himself?
Was it not to draw hatred?