Time passed, and ten years had already gone by within the Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom.
Throughout those ten years, the war had never ceased.
The Splitting Beasts were like a locust plague—impossible to kill completely, impossible to eradicate. The deeper they advanced toward the Divine Kingdom Core, the more terrifying the resistance became.
By now, the armies led by Yang San encountered billions of Splitting Beasts in every battle.
Tiered Lifeforms had even begun appearing among them. They were no longer entirely chaotic and could already coordinate simple attacks and defenses.
Even so, the battle remained one-sided.
Over the course of ten years, fewer than twenty million believers had died.
In a war of this scale, such losses were practically negligible.
The reason was simple. Although the Splitting Beasts were terrifyingly numerous, their individual strength was simply too weak.
Furthermore, they lacked intelligence and had virtually no coordination.
Most of the time, even when believers were injured, their wounds were only minor.
Before the war had begun, Yang Yi had already prepared vast quantities of healing pills. Combined with the Water of Life accumulated by the Divine Kingdom, anyone who still had a breath left could be saved.
At that moment, Yang Fan's consciousness reentered the Divine Kingdom.
Because Yang San had finally made a new move.
He had purchased a large number of Robot Soldiers from the marketplace, along with a batch of special coffins from the Cultivation Divine Kingdom.
Outside the Dimensional Research Institute.
Thousands of transport aircraft stood neatly arranged, covering the entire launch platform.
The cabin doors opened, and Robot Soldiers entered the institute, suppressing the zombies one by one and sealing them inside the coffins.
The coffin lids shut, faint runes flowed across their surfaces, and the zombies gradually quieted down.
The Robot Soldiers then hoisted