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Watching more and more children of other races' divine realms summon their own, an arriving descendent turned to leave upon weighing the numerical comparison between the two sides, cursing as they fled:
"Deal with your own mess. With so many people, grandpa isn't going to accompany you to your death!"
A few somewhat familiar human descendents were also speechless, shaking their heads and retreating far away.
This wasn't like fighting in the strange space; it was summoning divine realms for battle, where a single defeat could lead to tragic losses. No one dared to intervene.
The premise of helping each other did not extend to situations that might negatively impact oneself, especially if there was a chance of suffering severe losses; no one would rashly step in.
In their eyes, Lin Xiao, who was surrounded, was basically done for.
He might not die, but once his divine realm was plundered, his future was as good as over—unless...
