Over a dozen alliances intended to jointly encircle the Immortal and Demon Small City, with all of them ultimately aligning under the leadership of the most powerful, the Covenant of the Gods Alliance.
This meant that the command of the war was entirely handed over to the Covenant of the Gods Alliance.
It had to be said that these alliances were exceptionally united in their objective to encircle Xiao Mo.
However, their unity might only last for the duration of this encirclement. Should their plan succeed and Xiao Mo be annihilated, they would likely disintegrate immediately, beginning to vie for various resources.
This was the nature of humanity!
At this moment, the high-ranking officials from the dozen or so alliances were gathered in a chat group, numbering over thirty individuals.
Each of these alliances commanded tens of thousands of lords, with some even encompassing over a hundred thousand. In total, the combined membership of these alliances was roughly a million.
These million lords were not all top-tier lords, as top-tier lords were relatively rare, with only around three hundred thousand in existence.
The majority were high-level lords, accounting for about three-fifths of all lords within the alliances.
These high-level lords were not content with their current status and hoped for some fortuitous encounter or opportunity to catch up with the top-tier lords. Therefore, from a certain perspective, they needed this war more than the top-tier lords.
"The vanguard from the Endless Abyss has sent a message: Qian Mo is currently engaged in a war with the Dragon race, and his territory is extremely vulnerable. What are everyone's thoughts?"
"Our thoughts? That depends on the direction of this war. Did the message mention who is winning?"
"It did. The war is still ongoing, but the Dragon race can barely hold on much longer, and they are being systematically slaughtered by the army of the Immortal and Demon Small City!"
"Hiss! Qian Mo is truly formidable!"
"If that's the case, wouldn't it be perfect if we aided the Dragon race, kept Qian Mo's army occupied with them, and then seized the Immortal and Demon Small City?"
"Yes! That's precisely the suggestion from the vanguard, which is why we're asking for everyone's opinion?"
"What else can we do but go for it? Just teleport and descend! If we don't act now, will we wait until Qian Mo reacts?"
"Let's proceed with this plan. All armies will descend! A small portion will be dispatched to hold back Qian Mo's army, while the rest will directly attack the Immortal and Demon Small City!"
"It is rumored that Qian Mo currently has two Saints under his command. Only one appeared in the Dragon race's territory, so another should be guarding his domain!"
"Tch! Can't our vast armies overwhelm a single Saint? As long as we can breach the Immortal and Demon Small City and destroy Qian Mo's Heart of Territory, he'll be helpless even with a hundred Saints!"
"Alright, if that's the case, let's get moving!"
"Then who will attack the Immortal and Demon Small City, and who will support the Dragon race?"
"Don't ask. Our alliance will definitely attack the Immortal and Demon Small City. Such tough battles are suitable for us!"
"We will also attack the Immortal and Demon Small City!"
"Us too!"
"You lot! What the hell! If everyone goes to the Immortal and Demon Small City, who will handle the Dragon race?"
At this, all the high-ranking officials fell silent.
None of them wanted to go and support the Dragon race because the Immortal and Demon Small City was their primary objective.
The Immortal and Demon Small City was currently extremely vulnerable and easy to attack, with much to gain. Unlike the Dragon race, there was no profit to be made, and Qian Mo's army was still there. There was a high probability of not returning if things went wrong.
"Fine! No one is willing to go to the Dragon race, are they?"
"The Dragon race currently has many dragon corpses, Qian Mo's entire army, and Qian Mo himself. The Dragon race is also a species that likes to hoard treasures."
"If those who go to the Dragon race obtain these and capture Qian Mo to get his divinity, don't regret it later!"
"Enough! Stop talking. I'll go!"
"I'll go too!"
...
Suddenly, several alliance leaders expressed their willingness to go to the Dragon race.
Not long after, several figures appeared a hundred miles away from the Dragon race's territory. They directly re-established their territories at the foot of the mountains and then proceeded to construct teleportation arrays within each of their territories.
Soon, a large number of figures began to emerge from these territories.
"Yoho! Cross-regional travel! Not bad!"
"Is this the Endless Abyss? It doesn't look as terrifying as its name!"
"Enough with the chatter, let's get to work!"
"No problem! Let's quickly build territories and teleportation arrays!"
As the words fell, over a hundred lords began to move simultaneously. Soon, over a hundred territories appeared in this area, along with over a hundred teleportation arrays.
A moment later, the over a hundred teleportation arrays simultaneously shone with dazzling light.
Before long, legions of troops began to emerge from the teleportation arrays.
Even with over a hundred teleportation arrays simultaneously transporting armies, it was still a drop in the bucket for so many territorial forces.
Therefore, more lords who had originally left the Endless Abyss were teleported over, re-established territories, and continued to build teleportation arrays.
Soon, the scale of the teleportation arrays reached nearly four hundred.
Thus, in a short period, more territorial armies descended.
In just ten minutes, the army that appeared near the Dragon race's territory had reached nearly a million.
The types of troops were diverse, representing various factions, with flying, ground-dwelling, and aquatic units, among countless others.
"Oh my, this area looks like a resource-rich region. Qian Mo really descended in a good place!"
"Indeed! No wonder he developed so quickly!"
"No rush, no rush. This area will soon be ours!"
"Haha... Let's hurry and gather over there! Another wave is arriving soon, and once they get here, we'll be on the move!"
As some lords' discussions concluded, the final wave of troops arrived.
The army that gathered near the Dragon race's territory this time numbered over eight million, truly a force of tens of millions.
When all the armies had assembled, under the command of the strongest top-tier lords, they launched a thunderous assault towards the Dragon race's territory.
"Tens of millions" sounds like a mere four characters, but when witnessed firsthand, it is absolutely terrifying.
From the wilderness to the barren lands, one could see dense armies of troops, a scene truly vast and overwhelming, stretching for tens of kilometers.
Whether in the sky or on the ground, the sight was so extensive that it obscured the heavens and the earth, causing anyone who witnessed it to instinctively feel a chill run down their spine.
Xiao Mo, who had been promoted to Saint rank upon Omiya's demise, now stood on the battlements of the Nine Heavens Nine Nether City, ten thousand feet in the sky. He looked down at the nearly ten million troops on the ground, his brow furrowing.
"They really have a clever plan, wanting to strike from both sides!"
"Unfortunately, you have no idea of my true strength. How can you play with me?"
Xiao Mo sneered, then with a thought, he sent a message to Xian Qing'er, urging her to quickly end the battle and prepare to deal with these alliance armies.
Upon receiving the message, Xian Qing'er's expression turned sharply cold, and brilliant white light suddenly emanated from her.
She unleashed the Immortal Purification Technique to its fullest, disregarding whether the Dragon race was willing to surrender, and began a forceful cleansing.
Simultaneously, Xian Junhe, Mo Jingjing, and Xian Mengher's bodies shone with dazzling golden light. They had finally successfully ascended to the Saint rank!