Is that a Wisp?

"Then, how are we supposed to fight them? They have twice the number of Primal Gods on their side," Feifei frowned as she asked.

"Tianal and Boldak will have to hold on until the Primal Gods are strengthened by Zamura. We'll have to press on until then." Krune smiled wryly in response. "It's impossible to plan everything, you know. Whether it's through trickery or deceit, we'll have to fight for time."

"Time…" Feifei sighed as she heard that. "I guess this is our only option!"

She noticed that there wasn't any barrier between the mortals and the immortals in the Celestial Battlefield. This meant that when needed, the immortals could launch an attack on the mortals.

"This is bad. The number of immortals on our side is pitiful when compared to theirs. Even with our strength, we're bound to be overwhelmed for sure," Feifei muttered.

"If we include my clones, I'll be able to handle a thousand God Trail Realm cultivators," Krune told her. "As for the rest, it'll depend on the abilities of everyone else."

"The Monster Geckos are pretty much expendable. So, I'm not concerned in terms of the mortal side. Given our resources, I can produce as many as we need. However, it's the Elementary Gods and the Primal Gods that I'm worried about. It's not that easy to increase the number of our powerhouses in such a short time." Feifei was worried.

"Relax," Krune smiled as he assured her. "They've just allied. And until now, they've been fighting one another. It's not that easy for them to set aside their differences so quickly."

"I'll buy us enough time," Krune said soon after, releasing all his clones that spread out through the battlefield, rushing towards the allied forces before startling them at the imposing momentum.

But just when they were about to retaliate, a clone suddenly exploded, engraving a Land Incarnation.

Puff!

One after another, all ten thousand clones committed suicide and used their entirety to engrave their Land Incarnation.

Immediately after, the laws forming the Land Incarnations morphed according to Krune's wishes, unleashing the effect of Mental Energy. Mental Energy wasn't something that could be detected by others.

In fact, all the Land Incarnations only existed for a mere three seconds before vanishing, having been eradicated automatically.

The bizarreness of the situation confused the immortals, wondering why Krune had just wasted the entirety of his strength.

"It's done. Let's just wait in silence now," Krune said, slumping to the ground in exhaustion.

In the allied army, a God Core Realm cultivator was brimming with fighting spirit when his eyes swerved suddenly, outlining a certain figure, shocking him. "You…?"

Immediately after, he raged in wrath, pouncing upon that cultivator. "Bastard! You're the one that killed my brother! I'll kill you!"

"Hey, you! Stop! Attacking allies is punishable by his Majesty's orders." A Nascent God tried to interfere when he suddenly pulled out his sword and defended against the attack from another Nascent God, surprised by the killing intent he felt.

As he gazed at the Nascent God, he nodded, saying, "I see, so you're also here."

They had been fighting in the battle until just now. Plus, both had killed the companions of the other side, so there was plenty of hatred between the two. And now that they've chanced upon themselves, a battle sparked.

The war had been transpiring between the three continents for two centuries. So, all Krune did using Mental Energy was just one thing. That was to cause people to notice the enemies they shared hatred with.

To do this, he had readily sacrificed all his clones. In exchange, it worked splendidly.

The battle among the mortals erupted immediately, unchecked, as even the immortals began to argue with one another in response, exchanging attacks.

And the more they fought, the less they restrained themselves, soon engaging with their foes in a high-pitched battle.

As for the Elementary Gods, they stared at the scene, frowning in response, trying their best to restrain themselves. Even though they had aligned with the other two continents, they had their own schemes as well.

It was a plan to cause the other two continents to deal with the Mountain Sect and suffer greater casualties. This way, the victor would be able to swallow the weaker two continents.

And surprisingly, all three continents had the same thought. It was only natural that they had this.

Krune had brilliantly taken advantage of that fact. Had the Mountain Sect clashed against the three-continent alliance, they would be wiped out.

But instead, he singlehandedly took advantage of their hatred of one another, causing infighting to erupt.

"It'll take a few years before this hatred could dissipate even with the best of their efforts. And with me around, I'll be able to buy a decade's worth of time," Krune said. "During this time, everyone should focus on growing stronger."

"What about you?" Feifei asked in worry. "You won't be able to cultivate in the meantime."

"It's fine," Krune replied through Divine Sense. "I have a Cultivation Lotus in my subspace. So, I'm constantly cultivating even while I fight. My Little Krune does all the cultivation."

"I'll leave things to you then," Feifei said as she riled up the army and retreated from the Celestial Battlefield, leaving Krune behind to be the sole member from the Mountain Sect to be here.

Krune created a table of ice and a cutting pad, taking out a variety of items from his subspace. "They say the best food to eat while watching a war is ice cream."

With that, he began to cook the snack, watching the helplessness of the powerhouses from the three sides. They were occupied to the extent they were unable to even spare a glance his way.

After all, a single mistake would cause people to drop dead one after another among the allied army. And the moment that happens would be when their alliance would collapse. Everyone, including the Primal Gods, had someone they cared about in the army.

So, to prevent any hatred from affecting even them, they had to ensure none would die from the army, including mortals. This way, as long as the people vent enough, the situation could somehow be brought under control.

"Krune!" The Zamuria Emperor gritted his teeth, gazing at the figure of Krune casually eating some ice cream.