After returning to the Myriad Gods Palace, Zhao Fu could only patiently wait for the moment to strike.
Before he knew it, more than half a month had passed. Though the current situation could not be called entirely free of hidden dangers, it was far better than before.
As for the army, after more than half a month of continuous drills, they had fused into one whole. They had grown familiar with the Pantheon of Myriad Gods' methods of warfare, could coordinate better, and had become proficient in wielding the power of the myriad gods.
Zhao Fu felt that the time had come to launch an attack on the Sun Alliance and the Night God Alliance, so he gathered the gods and generals of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods for discussion.
No one had any objections to attacking the two alliances. The main issue facing the Pantheon of Myriad Gods now was how to attack.
If the two alliances joined together, their troop numbers would equal those of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. The Pantheon of Myriad Gods would hold no great advantage in numbers, and once war began, its losses would also be severe.
Zhao Fu had also investigated the two alliances and found that things remained the same. The Sun Alliance was striving to defend itself while trying to persuade the Night God Alliance to join forces.
Opinions within the Night God Alliance were still divided. Some said that for the greater good, they should join the Sun Alliance and set aside their past grievances for the time being. Others insisted they would never cooperate with the Sun Alliance, their enemy; rather than work with them, they would sooner join the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
Judging from the intelligence they had obtained, the greatest opening for attacking the