"My lord god, what should we do now?" the commander asked at once, worry showing on his face.
The siege schemes for the other three cities had indeed been rather one-note.
But the problem was, as far as they were concerned, those schemes absolutely should have worked.
So why had they been crushed by the Flame Continent soldiers defending the cities?
Not only had the plans failed, without exception they had also lost more than two hundred thousand legion soldiers.
In that case, should their Ice Legion's scheme still continue?
Although their side was attacking on two fronts.
But what if?
What if they also encountered the same crisis as the other gods' legions?
Two hundred thousand legion soldiers—this was no laughing matter.
The entire Divine Continent had fewer than two million elite legion troops.
Two hundred thousand was equal to one-tenth, and would take several years to cultivate.
"I suspect that the soldiers of the Flame Continent must have secrets we don't know about."
"They may even have planted spies among the various gods' legions!"
"Otherwise, how could they have known those gods' legions' schemes like the lines on their own palms?"
The God of Ice thought for a long while, and finally reached a conclusion.
Though he had guessed plenty of it wrong, he at least knew they were all under certain people's surveillance.
"So if we choose to attack now, there's a very good chance we'll end up the same as the other gods' legions!"
"In that case, we might as well hold our troops where they are. The other gods' legions have already lost more than two hundred thousand soldiers. On that point, by not beginning our attack, we're already one step ahead of them."
"Hold our troops where they are?" the subordinate commander froze when