Kunpeng narrowed his long, slender eyes slightly, swiftly calculating the balance of strength between the two sides.
Di Jun was already a Sage. With Taiyi and himself, both late-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortals, plus the Ten Great Demon Marshals and hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers, their high-level fighting strength was no less than the Divine Dao's.
But the presence of the Pangu True Body phantom made that comparison more delicate.
Although that figure was only a phantom, it possessed the strength to contend head-on with the might of a Sage.
What made him even more wary was that the Divine Dao's gods also included the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, all at the quasi-Saint peak and capable of breaking through to attain the Dao at any moment.
If the two sides went to all-out war, the outcome would be hard to predict.
Even if the Heavenly Court won, its vitality would be badly depleted; even if the Divine Dao won, it would pay a devastating price.
Baize was making the same calculations.
As the most learned and versatile of the Ten Great Demon Marshals, he understood the Pangu True Body phantom far better than others did.
Although it was not truly Pangu resurrected, the Creation Power it contained was enough to contend head-on with a Sage's might.
More importantly, each summoning of the Pangu True Body phantom consumed vast amounts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' and the Three Pure Ones' power of laws.
This meant that the Divine Dao System did not dare play this trump card lightly either.
Had ownership of the Thirty-Three Heavens not been so crucial, they would never have summoned the Pangu True Body immediately after the Netherworld recruitment assembly had just concluded.
Deep within the Heavenly Dao Space, Hong Jun sat cross-legged