Inside the Divine Ancient Hall, silence reigned, void of any speech.
For them, the Tiandu Continent had long been like a homeland, where generations lived on this fertile land for countless years, deeply imprinting their lives onto this world.
To allow otherworldly beings to occupy the Tiandu Continent recklessly would be like allowing devastation upon their own homes—a notion unacceptable to anyone.
Yet, someone despondently said, "Great Saint, we are unwilling, but the disparity between us and the enemy is vast; they are too powerful, far surpassing those of us on the Tiandu Continent, how can we fight them? Do you really want everyone to march to their deaths?"
This was his true feeling, and it was also the sentiment of countless others. The homeland must not be destroyed, but the enemy was too powerful, so powerful that they all felt desperate; how could they fight?
