This had indeed gone somewhat beyond Yang Er's expectations.
In the past, to provide the Zombie Kingdom with enough corpse miasma, they had needed to continually purchase Alien Race corpses from outside and feed them into the Life Essence Conversion Pool in an endless stream.
That was an S-Class Building!
Yang Er had never imagined that one day, they would actually run three entire S-Rank Life Essence Conversion Pools at maximum output simultaneously.
Yet now, that very scene had unfolded.
All he could say was... this Wraith Race Divine Kingdom was absurdly monstrous.
The number of corpses here was staggering. Even a casual scoop downward from an Otherworld Collector could dig up a corpse.
Their races were bizarre and varied, too. Some corpses were only palm-sized, while others stood hundreds of meters tall.
Processing them was naturally a massive undertaking.
After hearing this, Yang Si's expression grew exceptionally grave.
"This Wraith Race god is definitely no Ordinary God."
"Even if our advance is going smoothly right now, we cannot afford the slightest carelessness."
As the war progressed, the vast amount of information collected at the front was shared with the other Artificial Lifeforms.
After running one data simulation after another.
In the end, nearly every Artificial Lifeform reached the same conclusion.
By the Human Race's classification of gifted gods...
This Wraith Race god possessed, at the very least, potential on the level of a "Human Prodigy."
And that assessment had been made without knowing the enemy's true reserves.
After all, this was a Third-Order God.
How many years had this god spent developing?
How many trump cards remained in this god's hands?
Against an enemy like this, the greater their advantage, the less they could afford to let their guard down.
Because a single misjudgment could leave the entire army