Mystic Ice Fairy only felt her mind buzzing.
"Is thirty thousand really that strong?"
Those words were like a boulder cast into a lake, setting off towering waves in the already storm-tossed lake of her heart.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
She wanted to tell them that those thirty thousand were not ordinary Immortal Kings, but peerless monsters accumulated by the Celestial Court over billions of years.
They were the most exceptional geniuses in the entire Eternal Immortal Realm, beings who could suppress their peers across an entire Heavenly Domain if any one of them were plucked out at random.
She wanted to tell them that thirty thousand such beings gathered together formed a terrifying army powerful enough to make even an Epoch King turn tail and flee.
They were an iron torrent that had crushed the hopes of countless factions, a towering Divine Mountain hanging over the heads of every non-Celestial Court faction in the Eternal Immortal Realm.
She wanted to tell them that eighty against thirty thousand was already an incomparably vast disparity in sheer numbers. This was no longer an egg striking a stone—it was a speck of dust crashing into a star!
But before she could speak, she discovered that this group of Human Realm prodigies had already resumed their heated discussion.
Who were the prey?
Naturally, the Celestial Court's thirty thousand!
Wasn't that obvious?
Zhuge Feng's fingers continuously traced through the air. Lines condensed from Immortal Power crisscrossed one another, forming a massive map of the Eternal Battlefield.
"Everyone, the problem Junior Brother Wushuang raised just now is indeed the greatest difficulty we currently face."
He raised his hand and drew a circle over the western side of the map. In a grave voice, he said, "The Spatiotemporal Turbulence Zone contains countless