Applying Pressure

As he faced the overbearing crowd, Xuanyuan Jue's expression darkened like storm clouds, fury burning within him.

He wanted to lash out, but what they said was indisputable.

The defensive line was already hanging by a thread. Without reinforcements, it would inevitably collapse.

The Hanwu Star System was not the Hongmeng Star Realm's only battlefield. There were dozens of medium battlefields like the Border Wasteland Domain, countless small battlefields, and three large ones.

Most of the Hongmeng Star Realm's forces were spread across these battlefields. Ordering the various factions to send more troops would inevitably affect the other fronts, and the others in the Heavenly Court would never agree.

But if he did not levy more troops from the factions, the Heavenly Court would have to deploy its own army. Xuanyuan Jue found himself caught in a dilemma.

"Lord Xuanyuan, the Insect God poses too great a threat. We urgently need a force capable of standing against it."

Daoist Sky Tiger, a mid-stage Dao-Integration Realm expert from the Heavenly Demon Hall, looked grave as he brought up the Insect God.

The Insect God had struck repeatedly of late, already killing two mid-stage Dao-Integration Realm experts. Everyone lived with their hearts in their throats, afraid they would be its next target.

Gone were Xuanyuan Jue's earlier high spirits and sense of absolute authority. Now he felt utterly drained, his head threatening to split.

War was no child's game, and the enemy would not play along with him. He had learned just how cruel the battlefield could be.

Every matter on the battlefield, one after another, weighed on his shoulders, piling pressure on him like a mountain.

Under the threat of the Insect God, the experts were gripped by fear and had already begun thinking of retreat.

If he still could not