Purple Yin Divine Tree

At this thought, Chen Nianzhi could not help asking, "Why did Northern Abyss Sea choose this moment to launch an all-out war? Is the Kunpeng Demon Saint not afraid of both sides being grievously wounded?"

"We do not know either." Huantian Ji shook his head, his expression grave. "With only a few hundred years left before the Abyssal Demon Calamity, we humans do not wish to end up mutually destroyed with them at such a time."

"Judging from Northern Abyss Sea's movements, they seem intent on taking most of the Far-Northern Icefields. Perhaps there is something there that they want."

At this point, both fell briefly silent.

Chen Nianzhi rose and paced back and forth for a long while before saying solemnly, "Does Senior Long River mean for our Eastern Wasteland to intervene in this war?"

"Yes."

Huantian Ji nodded and said plainly, "With the Far-Northern Icefields' strength alone, they will likely suffer severe losses if they resist the Kunpeng Demon Race."

"If Drifting Snow Pavilion's Primordial Spirits are injured, then three hundred years from now, when the Abyssal Demon Calamity arrives, we will lose the Far-Northern Icefields as an ally. The pressure on us will increase enormously."

"Especially the Snowfall Palace Master. That is a supreme figure at the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit realm, one of the pillars holding up our human race. If anything happens to him, unforeseen changes may arise in the Demon Abyss calamity."

Hearing this, Chen Nianzhi frowned deeply.

If they fought Northern Abyss Sea now, although it was highly unlikely that Primordial Spirit Dao Lords would perish, the odds of them suffering grave injuries were far from small.

At the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord realm, once one suffered severe injuries, it would likely take at least several hundred years to recover.

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