On the Rock Clan Plane, all the Divine Lords of the Divine Alliance sat within the grand hall, their expressions somewhat grim. Though this battle had ended without a clear victor, strictly speaking, they had come charging in with great fanfare, yet had failed to do anything to the Spellcaster Civilization. The Divine Alliance had lost.
Light God Lord's expression was dark. He had come within a hair's breadth of dying at the hands of Merlin and the others, and he had also wasted many precious God-Lord-Level Divinities. His face had remained grim throughout.
"Marshal, why did you order us to withdraw? With our strength, even if it took longer, we could certainly destroy the Spellcaster Civilization!"
Dark God Lord did not think he was exaggerating at all. Even if it took longer, what could the Spellcaster Civilization do against them? Naturally, the marshal would not state it outright. He merely smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, the strength of the Spellcaster Civilization can no longer be underestimated. If we insist on a direct assault, I fear all of you will suffer losses as well. That is why I summoned you back, to discuss a better method."
"You Atlan People have refused to use the Void-Class Warship. That was such a perfect opportunity just now. If you had deployed the Void-Class Warship, you could certainly have blasted one or two Supreme Existences to death. The situation would have turned around at once. Heh, this war isn't being fought for us!"
It was Flame God Lord who grasped the crux of the matter. The Divine Alliance had indeed failed. They could not defeat the Spellcaster Civilization by themselves; they had to rely on the Void-Class Warship of the Atlan Civilization.
All the Divine Lords turned their gazes toward the marshal. If his