The Hundred Races of the Central World were shocked by the God Race's sudden display of strength. However, the Hundred Races also had the same question in their minds.
Since the Protoss had such powerful strength, why did they have to fight on two fronts?
The number of The Great Sage that the Protoss had revealed had reached fifteen. With such strength, there was no need for the Protoss to take the initiative to provoke the Demon Race. They could deal with the Beast Race first, and then turn around to deal with the Demon Race. Wouldn't that be a sure-win situation?
But now, the Divine Race and the Beast Race had yet to decide a victor, yet they had not sent more Great Holy Emperors to the Beast Race and had instead directly declared war on the Demon Race.
As a result, the Protoss were fighting on two fronts. The situation that was originally a sure-win situation had now become a stalemate.
Fighting on two fronts, the Protoss did not have much of an advantage whether it was against the Demon Race or the Beast Race. In this case, what was the Protoss planning?
They could have easily defeated them one by one, but the Protoss did the opposite. This made the world puzzled.
Among the humans, Xiao Chen naturally knew about the Protoss. At this time, Xuanyuan Ling was sitting opposite Xiao Chen, and asked in confusion, "Third Brother, why do you think the Protoss are doing this? With fifteen The Great Sage, the Protoss can completely dominate the Central World. Why provoke the Demon Race before the war with the Beast Race is over? "
Xuanyuan Ling could not figure it out. Hearing this, Xiao Chen fell into deep thought, and said softly, "There's only one explanation, and that is that the Protoss don't want to win, or rather, the Protoss don't care about winning or losing."
"Don't want to win? Third Brother, is there a war in this world that you don't want to win? "Xuanyuan Ling replied after hearing Xiao Chen's words.
No one would not want to win any war that broke out. Since you don't want to win, why fight? He could just surrender.
Xuanyuan Ling did not seem to agree with Xiao Chen's point of view, and Xiao Chen did not care. After a pause, he continued, "Perhaps the Protoss want to achieve a certain goal through war, and this goal has nothing to do with winning or losing."
This was Xiao Chen's guess. One had to admit that Xiao Chen's guess was very accurate.
Indeed, the God Race did not care about winning or losing. What the God Race wanted was a battle, a fierce battle. Because people would die in a battle, and if they endured for a while, their souls would perish.
However, in the underground palace of the God Race's Sky God City, there was a huge array. There was also a blood pool in the middle of the array. At this moment, soul power was converging from all directions.
These soul forces were the true goal of the Protoss. They didn't need to fight to determine the outcome, or rather, they didn't want the war to end at all. Because only by continuing the war, the soul forces would be able to continuously gather here.
The only function of this array formation was to forcefully absorb the souls of cultivators that had yet to dissipate the moment they died.
It required a huge amount of souls. Such a large number of souls could only be obtained during the War of the Hundred Races. Normally, the God Race would not brazenly absorb so many souls. Otherwise, it would definitely be discovered.
However, it was different during the War of the Hundred Races. When the major races fought, it was normal for people to die. Naturally, no one would discover that the God Race was secretly collecting these souls.
The God Race's goal was these souls. Therefore, they did not want the war to end. They even wanted to make the war even more intense. The more intense the war between the major races, the more souls the God Race could obtain.
Their goal was the souls. However, no one knew what these souls were used for. Perhaps only the Great Saints of the God Race and the red-robed figure knew.
At this time, in the underground palace of the Heavenly God City, the red-robed figure stood beside the blood pool. Although his face was hidden by the red robe, if someone was here, they might be able to sense the excitement in the red-robed figure's heart.
Yes, he was excited as he watched the souls continuously converge into the blood pool. At this time, the blood pool seemed to be boiling, constantly bubbling with blood. At the same time, there were traces of indescribable fluctuations in the surrounding space.
"Almost there, almost there. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more."
The red-robed figure thought to himself. At this time, a Great Saint of the God Race standing not far away from the red-robed figure spoke up.
"Emissary, are we being too impatient? If we do this, what if the Will Of The Heavenly Way detects us? Won't all our previous efforts be wasted? "
The Great Saint of the God Race was somewhat worried. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the red-robed figure did not do anything. Suddenly, the Great Saint of the God Race was sent flying, violently coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
The Great Sage was severely injured with a single blow. Although the red-robed figure did not see the red-robed figure's movements, all of this must have come from his hand.
Turning to look at the severely injured Great Saint of the God Race, the red-robed emissary spoke again in an extremely cold voice, neither male nor female.
"These things are not for you to worry about. If there is a next time, jump into the blood pool yourself and become nourishment. Scram."
Hearing this, the Great Saint of the God Race did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction. He immediately struggled to his feet and nodded fearfully. "Yes." Then, he left the blood pool.
After ordering the Great Saint of the God Race to retreat, the red-robed figure turned back to the blood pool. His indifferent voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"Soon, just three more days. In three days, the Gate to the Immortal Region will be completed. When that time comes, even if the Will Of The Heavenly Way of the Seventh Wilderness discovers us, so what? Haha, haha …."
As he spoke, the red-robed figure could not help but laugh aloud.
The God Race's goal in wanting so many souls, and the identity of the red-robed figure, were all mysteries.
None of this had been discovered by the Hundred Races of the Central World. Not only the Hundred Races, but even the Will Of The Heavenly Way of the Central World was completely oblivious.
The red-robed figure was like an invisible person. No one knew how long he had been lurking in the Central World, and no one knew what he wanted to do.
However, from the fact that he was able to severely injure The Great Sage with a single blow, it was clear that this red-robed figure was definitely not a simple person. Or perhaps it should be said that his cultivation was probably beyond the knowledge of everyone in the Central World.
Moreover, from his words, it was not difficult to tell that he might not be from the Central World, but from another place, a place that no one had ever heard of.
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