"Exactly. The disciples of Overlord-level factions are the elites of every realm—how could you let them all go to their deaths!?"
With Deng Hui taking the lead, more and more people came to their senses.
They could not let all the disciples of Overlord-level factions go into battle. The stronger someone was, the more value they should have.
Once they had roughly figured out the strength of Upper Heavens cultivators at the same realm, it would not be too late for them to fight after making preparations.
Moreover, there was another detail in Deng Hui's words: he called himself a disciple of the Emperor Alliance, not a disciple of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
This showed that, in his heart, he no longer regarded himself as a living being of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
What the Upper Heavens had done had utterly chilled his heart!
Since the Lower Heavens were ruled by the Emperor Alliance, then from now on, he was a being of the Emperor Alliance, a cultivator of the Emperor Alliance!
It was not just him. From then on, any cultivators who joined the battle, so long as they were not disciples of the major lineages, called themselves Emperor Alliance cultivators. The Thirty-Three Heavens prefix they had once worn with pride was discarded.
More and more cultivators entered the battle, and the names on the Saintly Sky Mirror surged rapidly. Every name shone brilliantly, receiving the utmost respect.
As the number of participants grew, the hearts of all living beings became increasingly heavy, as though blood were dripping from them.
Many beings dug their nails into their flesh and clenched their fists. They felt this world was unjust, yet were powerless inside, able only to accept this cruel reality by force.
The Saintly Sky Mirror shook violently.
All sixty thousand Immortal