Those words plunged the entire Mortal World into a suffocating silence.
No one refuted him, no one could.
The difference between the two sides was simply too enormous, that was a fact.
Three Earth Immortals, hundreds of Vagrant Immortals, thousands of Half Immortals, tens of thousands of Immortal Ascension cultivators, and hundreds of thousands of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.
Moreover, these were not ordinary cultivators, but elite geniuses of the Upper Realm.
The Lower Realm had prepared for fifty whole years, but in the face of such an army, it still seemed insufficient.
Some cultivators clenched their fists, some gritted their teeth, and some stared at the army before them with unwillingness, but for a brief moment, their hearts couldn't help but waver.
Indeed, the chances of them winning were abysmally low, so why struggle?
Why resist?
What meaning did death have if the outcome was already decided?
