Waiting is an incredibly nerve-wracking experience, especially when you're waiting to potentially die.
The Holy City's defenses have reached their zenith. In a city of no particularly grand size, nearly thirty billion Ground Clan experts have gathered, the weakest of whom are at the Spiritual Mind Stage. This cannot be said to be an insignificant force.
But the enemy they face is even stronger.
Over a hundred billion Endless Species troops occupy every inch and corner outside the city walls.
And the opponents' Hall of Fame members outnumber the Ground Clan by half.
Everyone is on tenterhooks waiting for the impending attack. The immense disparity in power has turned any otherwise perfect defensive system into a mere decoration. Their only hope is that the enemy will suddenly retreat due to some unforeseen event. For instance, the sudden demise of the Supreme Emperor.
