At this moment, Chu Yuan was preparing for the battle that was to come.
The Five Ancient Emperors were also doing the same.
It seemed as if they had only fought to a draw, but the blow to their morale was immense. In their eyes, even a draw felt like a loss, as long as they didn't win.
In a grand hall.
The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
"Gentlemen."
The gravelly voice of the Earthly Yellow Great Emperor spoke, "Although this battle seems to be a stalemate with neither side gaining a significant advantage, we have still lost. The Divine Martial Emperor has been growing in strength at a terrifying rate each passing day. What are our plans for the future battles?"
Without conquering the eternal world, even their slow and arduous cultivation seemed unlikely to allow them to achieve the strength of a World God.
"We shouldn't have retreated at that time. As this Emperor sees it, even at the risk of our own lives, we should still eliminate him forcefully!"
