Tianming looked to the disciples of the other five divine realms and only saw around a dozen casualties. They were still casually chatting and laughing, and even provoking them from afar. The disciples from the Quadform, Heptastar, and Nonahall Divine Realms no longer hid their intentions. They had been instructed by their seniors to come here to do exactly that.

"It's still too early to cry!"

"That was only the appetizer! The main course starts in the Nether Battlefield. Anyone related to you lot won't be spared!"

"That's right. The real dishes will be served later. Only a few small fries died just now. You’d better save your tears for later."

More and more people started mocking and laughing.

"The Monorigin Sect really is delusional. They're still trying to protect their pathetic goddess."

"My dad asked me to tell you that you shouldn't waste your lives protecting a goddess who's a mere saint! She can be easily crushed like a bug! Don't let your families...