In the clash between their war systems, the Great Stele Priest discovered that its side was at an absolute disadvantage.
It had originally focused on defending the Clan Territory to shelter its people and preserve the Bei Yuan Tribe's foundations.
Without intervention, all the tribe's promising seeds would perish in the war.
But it had tried repeatedly, using both the Civilization Heroic Remains Legion and the Civilization Shadow Legion it had painstakingly built.
Under the precise dismantling of the Evil Spirit behind the scenes and the frenzied devouring of the three natural disasters, neither had achieved the intended effect of holding them back.
The Bei Yuan Tribe simply could not afford to keep wearing itself down like this.
Its opponent was the Threefold Natural Disaster, with its nearly limitless supply of troops. Even when it intervened personally, every seemingly overwhelming act of "crushing" them had no substantive meaning.
After one wave was destroyed, another offensive would rise.
It had fallen into the war of attrition its opponent excelled at.
The only way to break the deadlock was decapitation.
It had to cut off the brain controlling the course of the war from behind the scenes.
At that moment, the Great Stele Priest charged into the pitch-black Spatial Vortex, bearing the power of Civilization Rules.
Players and Insect Race Warriors surged toward it like a flood bursting through a dam.
Among them were not only newly arrived players, but also players returning after revival.
They roared and howled, teleporting over with brazen arrogance, eager to join the tide of destruction already pouring into the Bei Yuan Clan Territory.
The Great Stele Priest did not pause in flight. It raised its right hand and casually thrust its palm forward.
Boom!
A gray-white ripple swept forward from its position.
Wherever the ripple passed,