For a while, the Wraith Race gods exchanged their views as they directed their respective believers in battle.
After fighting for so long, both sides had suffered considerable losses.
Yet compared to the beginning, much of the tension in their hearts had faded.
At first, the six of them had indeed been startled by the enormous force Yang Fan had displayed.
But as the battle continued, they gradually discovered his weaknesses.
Although Yang Fan had vast numbers of troops, the defenses of those mechanical War Weapons were not so powerful that they could not be destroyed.
Especially after the Yin Soldiers joined the battle, his losses had skyrocketed.
On their side, by contrast, what they mainly expended was resentment energy, Demon Beast corpses, and various poisons purchased from outside.
Those things were certainly not cheap.
But compared to the War Weapons Yang Fan had lost, their cost was probably less than a tenth as much.
More importantly, the Wraith Race had intelligence channels of its own.
After specifically investigating the market value of the rare metals left behind by destroyed Intelligent Gundams, the six of them felt even more reassured.
Then there was the current state of the battle.
Although both sides were locked in a stalemate for now, their losses were probably less than a tenth of their opponent's.
With such terrifying wartime expenditure, even someone with a gold mine at home could not keep fighting like this forever, could they?
Bluffing. He was definitely bluffing.
"Enough."
Watching the others gradually relax, Lingyuan could not help speaking up to remind them.
"As long as the war continues, we can't let our guard down."
"Captain, you're just too cautious."
One of the Wraith Race gods waved a hand and said dismissively:
"I've never seen anyone wage war like this."
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