Although his Divine Kingdom was locked in a fierce war with an Angel Race god at that moment,
Yang Fan, its god, actually felt increasingly relaxed as his army of believers advanced.
Watching his army destroy one defensive line after another, watching the Angel Race believers retreat step by step, Yang Fan wore a faint smile.
"An Angel Race god? Nothing more than this."
"It seems Yang Da was right. With my Divine Kingdom's current foundations, these ordinary gods don't even qualify as my opponents."
Yang Fan spoke casually.
This was his first war against a god. Even with absolute confidence in his strength, he had still made every possible preparation beforehand.
War supplies, logistical support, reserves of troops.
He had planned for the worst in every respect.
Yet once the fighting truly began, he realized that he seemed to have overestimated how much this war would consume.
Under his hundredfold evolution talent, his Divine Kingdom's rate of development had long since surpassed what normal gods could comprehend.
The resources consumed each year by the war structures on the front lines were less than what his Divine Kingdom produced internally.
In fact, as the war continued, the overall strength of Yang Fan's Divine Kingdom kept increasing.
New believers made breakthroughs, and new war structures rolled off the production lines.
Compared to before the war began, his Divine Kingdom had not weakened at all. It had grown even stronger.
The rate of consumption on the front lines could not even keep up with his rate of growth.
To Yang Fan, capturing this Angel Race god's Divine Kingdom Core was already only a matter of time.
Yang Fan no longer even needed tactics for this Divine Kingdom war.
Ingenious stratagems, ambushes, luring the enemy deep into his territory.
None of it was