"He had rather bad luck. The Alien Race demigod the Frontline artificial lifeforms selected for him had concealed its true strength."
There is actually a Rank A War Structure in his opponent's Divine Kingdom.
"At this rate, his Divine Kingdom Core will probably fall before long."
"Transmit the footage." Yang Fan's expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
"Yes."
Lingxu Zi nodded immediately.
Then he took out the War Projection Device specially manufactured by Yang Da.
A clear image of the war slowly materialized in midair.
This footage came from the Miniature War Monitors specially developed by the Mechanical Civilization.
Before each Divine Kingdom war began, the believers Lingxu Zi sent to infiltrate the battlefield would carry these miniature monitoring devices with them.
They could record the entire war in real time and transmit the footage simultaneously back to Yang Fan's Divine Kingdom.
Soon, the projected image grew clear.
Just outside the Divine Kingdom Core's perimeter.
An enormous ball of flesh, fully a thousand zhang tall, was slowly rolling deeper into the opposing Divine Kingdom, crushing everything in its path.
With every turn, the earth shook violently.
Its vast mass of flesh writhed constantly, giving off a nauseating, bloody stench.
Atop that Flesh Mountain stood densely packed ranks of burly Cannibal Race warriors.
They brandished enormous iron clubs, constantly letting out piercing "gah, gah" cries, their expressions crazed and vicious.
On the other side, the human believers had already deployed layer upon layer of defensive formations.
Countless fireballs bombarded the enormous Flesh Mountain like a torrential downpour.
Yet every attack that struck the fleshy ball's surface was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
The constantly writhing layer of flesh merely rippled slightly, devouring and absorbing every attack without stirring so much as a wave.
An oppressive, deathly silence