Without vast numbers of believers stationed there.
The Angel Race's core region offered almost no effective resistance.
The mighty army drove straight in.
Inside the Divine Kingdom's great hall.
Through the battlefield footage, Yang Fan finally saw what the core region of the Angel Race's Divine Kingdom looked like.
It was a world utterly different from the Human Divine Kingdom.
In the sky, tens of thousands of Rank A buildings radiated pure white holy light.
One enormous structure after another hovered above the earth.
There were structures resembling angel altars, special buildings Yang Fan had never seen, and even strange facilities whose purpose was utterly impossible to discern from their appearance.
The Divine Kingdom building systems of different races varied enormously.
Many buildings were virtually unusable by other races.
But... this was a Frontline battlefield, after all.
These high-end buildings represented immense value in themselves.
Even if they could not be used, they could be exchanged for military merit.
And now, these astonishingly valuable advanced buildings no longer had any believers stationed inside.
They were left for the army to plunder at will.
At that moment, Lufa still sat upon the Divine Throne.
His divine power was waning, his aura feeble.
He seemed like an old man in his twilight years, waiting for death to arrive.
Elsewhere.
The zombie army led by Yang Shi was being driven back steadily.
Not only were large numbers of zombie generals dying, but even zombie king-level believers had begun suffering widespread casualties.
On the battlefield, orders poured from Yang Shi's mouth.
"Leave two hundred million zombie generals behind to cover the retreat!"
"The rest of the army will withdraw in an orderly fashion under the cover of the Flesh Calamity Broodmothers!"
"Remember, do not fight the enemy to the death!"
"Once our main force