The remaining Divine Sovereigns of the Heavenly Lord United Temple were truly lost and didn't dare to rush to the aid of the Divine Territory under the attack of the Ferocious Mosquito Army.
The Battle of the Ant World was still vivid in their memories.
Now, no one could guarantee that the God Realms in the south weren't just bait by the Insect Clan and Ant Clan from the Ant Realm.
"Well, it seems we have no choice but to wait for the Respectful Elder's return. Everyone, let's go back to our respective places," Mixed Luo Poison Sovereign said, casting a deep eye over the sparsely gathered High-level on the Great Hall, feeling rather depressed.
Now, each Divine Sovereign of the Heavenly Lord United Temple had been left with a large psychological shadow from the Battle of the Ant World.
At this moment, they were on edge, their minds as taut as drawn bowstrings.
"Report—"
