The Course of the Realm War (Continued)

Even some Immortal Realm mighty figures and quasi-King Realm giants struggled inwardly. It had not been easy for them to cultivate to this point. They did not want to die so easily; they wanted to choose a way to survive.

"Do you truly believe him?"

Just as the living beings of the Immortal World faced a choice between life and death, the Moon Goddess, who stood there like a fairy of the vast cold moon, spoke. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was pleasant to hear.

She held a jade flute, a thin veil covering her face. Her exposed eyes were cool as water, clear and pure.

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. The Divine World and the Immortal World have different cultivation systems. If you choose to cling to life, at most you will become slaves of the Divine World."

"Are you truly willing? After spending millions of years cultivating to your present realm, are you willing to kneel beneath another's feet? Willing to wag your tails and beg for mercy like dogs?"

There was not a trace of emotion in the Moon Goddess's words, and her voice was calm, yet what she said stirred everyone's hearts, waking those who had been wavering.

What they would gain by clinging to life was endless humiliation!

Who could accept that?

In that case, they might as well fight to the death. Like great cultivators who held up heaven and stood upon earth, even if they died, they would die on the battlefield.

Ding!

The melodious flute sounded once more. The Moon Goddess closed her eyes and played, her beautiful hair drifting lightly as the melody gradually rose higher.

This time, the flute carried a tragic grandeur. It was a battle song of fighting with one's back