If the battle directly sank several continents of this plane, then their plunder war would lose much of its meaning, or rather, it would result in too many losses.
Although they had not yet completely conquered this plane, they already regarded many things within it as their own.
If they were really allowed to go all out, they would feel somewhat reluctant, as these were all potential resources.
As Oshivia spoke, the radiance around Malagon flickered slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.
He glanced down at the coalition soldiers below, who had rekindled hope upon his appearance yet remained battered and bruised.
Malagon was currently in an awkward position; if he intervened, it would only cause their defeat on this side to happen even faster.
He himself was not certain he could definitely defeat Oshivia, and besides, the Allied Legion had more than just one tier-four powerhouse.
Malagon could already sense that at least two other presences were locked onto him from the shadows, both of at least tier-four.
If a fight broke out under these circumstances, he would undoubtedly be the one to suffer.
No matter how confident Malagon was, he was not confident enough to take on three opponents at once and win.
Therefore, he dared not continue to fight, yet by not fighting, he could only watch the indigenous coalition here step by step march toward a doomed outcome.
The entire situation seemed like a dead end with no solution whatsoever, and he did not know what to do to salvage the present situation.
Everything stemmed from the fact that the fundamental strength gap between the two planes was simply too vast, leading to a total lack of comparability in both peak combat power and baseline combat power, leaving failure as the only destined outcome.
The only difference