In the next five years, everything went according to plan. The reports from the frontlines reached the military headquarters without much of a stir.
They were all from the Desolate Tribe. How many times did they defeat the allied forces of the various realms and behead the enemy?
Ye Tianze did not even need to look at the reports from the military headquarters. He could feel the growth of the Desolate Tribe in his sea of consciousness through the continuous strengthening of the Will of All Beings.
This was because the stronger the Desolate Tribe was, the stronger his Will of Life would be. Apart from the continuous victories on the battlefield, the Desolate Tribe warriors grew stronger as they fought.
The system created by the Yore-Wilds was starting to work. At first, the Yore-Wilds didn't approve of the Yore-Wilds, but as the Never-Ending Eight Armies and the mercenaries fought their way through the Dao of Heavenspan, they gradually began to approve of the Yore-Wilds.
After all, the feeling of watching from the sidelines while others were eating meat was very uncomfortable.
This difference was reflected in the Martial Merit Points. Apart from the battlefield, it was no longer possible to obtain Martial Merit Points anywhere else in the Desolate Land.
If one wanted to become stronger, one had to join the Endless Eight Armies or the Mercenary Corps.
Unfortunately, joining the Endless Eight Armies was easy in the past, but it was difficult now.
In order to join the Endless Eight Armies, one had to join the Mercenary Corps first. In the past, as long as one wanted to join the Mercenary Corps, one would be able to do so.
But now, one had to go through a selection process. This selection process was to make contributions on the battlefield and behead the enemy before one could join the Mercenary Corps.
It was even more difficult to join the Endless Eight Armies from the Mercenary Corps. Not only did one have to make contributions in the Corps, but one also had to serve for a long time.
As such, one had to go through the selection process of the Eight Armies to qualify. If one did not meet the criteria, one could only continue to earn enough heads on the battlefield.
Moreover, the "natives" of the Chaotic Land in the past suddenly realized that the Desolate Tribe had far surpassed them.
Whether it was in terms of talent, cultivation, or even population, the Desolate Tribe had surpassed them. The Desolate Tribe warriors also served in the Eight Armies, but they received twice as many resources as they did.
It was only later that they realized that the Desolate Tribe only needed to pay half the price for the same amount of Martial Merit Points. On the other hand, they could only exchange for the same amount of Martial Merit Points.
Such a disparity naturally made many people dissatisfied. However, it was not impossible to obtain such privileges.
That was to truly join the Great Desolate Race, to be completely branded with the Great Desolate Race's mark. This required a trip to Ye Tianze's Heavenly Cycle Cosmos.
Countless warriors chose to make the trip. Of course, only those who had fully integrated into the eight armies had the qualifications to do so. This was also considered the highest honor by the natives.
The immense battle potential of the Desolate Race was completely unleashed by the Martial Dao Heavenly Hall and the entire system.
Outside the Heavenspan Path, in the camp of the allied army.
Dongye Yu realized that he had been fighting the Yore-Wilds Tribe for five years, and had fought countless battles in the Dao of Heavenspan.
He had originally thought that the Desolate Tribe would be able to hold on for at most two years before completely collapsing.
In terms of recovery ability, the Allied Army was backed by countless civilizations. They had an endless supply of resources and soldiers that were constantly transported over as the war continued.
However, they just couldn't win!
Dongye Yu realized that they had lost as many as 900 million people in the past five years. This was already close to 90% of the Allied Army's military strength when they had first arrived.
If he didn't count the powerhouses that had been constantly mobilized from the various civilizations during the past five years, he would already be a general without an army!
The Allied Army's military strength still maintained a huge advantage of one billion people. In fact, the powerhouses that had come to reinforce them had already arrived.
However, Dongye Yu didn't move. The war had already reached this point. At the moment, the attention of all the civilizations in the myriad realms had already gathered on the tiny Desolate Land.
Directly mobilizing a Master of Civilization to eliminate the Desolate Race would mean that the Mysterious Underworld Race and its entire system would collapse.
The remaining nine overlords would think that the Mysterious Underworld Race no longer had the ability to fight a war of attrition. Why would they need to mobilize a Master of Civilization to deal with the Desolate Land?
This was the most crucial point. Once the various overlords thought this, it meant that the Mysterious Underworld Race was already very weak.
Furthermore, Dongye Yu had received news that the Void Race had sent an emissary into the Desolate Land through the Purgatory Path some time ago.
If the Void Race joined forces with the other overlords to put pressure on the Mysterious Underworld Race, the Mysterious Underworld Race would feel very uncomfortable.
As the number one overlord, the Mysterious Underworld Race had to continue this war of attrition and tell the rest of the myriad realms that the Mysterious Underworld Race could still afford to lose!
Dongye Yu didn't understand when the Mysterious Underworld Race had actually needed to make such a choice.
What he didn't understand even more was why they couldn't win. Or rather, why had the Desolate Race been able to hold on for so long?
"When the war ended, the only two major entrances that could transport resources had already been sealed. The Desolate Land is clearly a place lacking in resources. After fighting for so long, their resources should have been exhausted long ago. Their powerhouses should have been wiped out long ago!"
Dongye Yu had many questions in his mind.
After all, what he saw wasn't the Desolate Race's resources being exhausted or their powerhouses withering away. What he saw in the battle report was that the Desolate Race's powerhouses were emerging in large numbers.
They were constantly repelling their attacks. Furthermore, based on the battle report, he discovered that the Desolate Race's warriors had been unstoppable since the beginning of the war. They hadn't been afraid of death!
For a period of time, Dongye Yu had even thought that the Desolate Race was at the end of their rope and was preparing to fight with all their might.
However, as time passed, their morale kept rising. Dongye Yu knew that this definitely wasn't a fight with all their might.
This definitely wasn't the kind of morale that a side that had exhausted its resources and powerhouses should have.
However, why was this?
They were the high and mighty overlords of the myriad realms. How could an overlord of the myriad realms lose to the Desolate Race, which wasn't even a civilization?
Most likely, none of the civilizations of the myriad realms would believe this.
Because the civilizations of the myriad realms wouldn't believe this, Dongye Yu didn't ask the Civilization Masters to take action.
If they had really taken action, they would have exposed the actual situation of the alliance army and told the myriad realms that they couldn't afford to continue fighting. The Mysterious Underworld Race was already weakened internally.
Besides Ye Tianze, no one else in the myriad realms could give Dongye Yu this answer.
At the moment, the cultivators of the Mysterious Underworld Race and the alliance army at the front lines started to feel an immense fear towards the Desolate Race.
After all, this race, which they viewed as ants, was like a massive black hole that was constantly devouring their lives.
It was as if all the civilizations of the myriad realms wouldn't be able to fill this black hole even if they all went all out.
Compared to the fear of the alliance army, the civilizations of the myriad realms and even the headquarters of the Mysterious Underworld Race didn't have such a mentality.
They just felt that this war seemed to have been going on for a long time.
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