"Damn it. This is getting more or more chaotic as we speak." An Elementary God from the Guria Continent complained as he looked at an Elementary God from the Zamuria Continent, asking, "Any luck on your side?"

"No, the situation is still escalating. The methods we're using are only making them more frustrated," the Elementary God from the Zamuria Continent cursed in response. "I've only killed my foes before. I hadn't done anything related to this ever before."

"Same here." An Elementary God from the Rumria Continent sighed in agreement. "This is troublesome."

"We have no other choice. Let's just continue in this fashion until the Emperors arrive at a final verdict," an Elementary God said before teleporting some of the fighting mortals to other parts of the battlefield, preventing them from killing each other.

He healed the injuries of everyone and noticed that they had begun to fight again.

He had already noticed this pattern. No matter where he transported the people, there would be at least one enemy in the vicinity.

The war had spanned for two centuries. So, the hatred had been built upon for generations already. So, the number of enemies each cultivator had from the other two continents spanned a lengthy list.

This was not to mention the competitors from the same side that they had clashed against for a variety of reasons over the decades.

It could be a simple battle for resources that had escalated.

Where there were people, there existed conflicts. And during times of war, with generous rewards for the victors, all sorts of schemes ran amidst both allies and enemies.

So, in this situation where Krune's actions caused them to be aware of their enemies, conflicts could never be stopped.

"I'll kill you!"

"I've already killed your talented daughter. You think an old pile of useless bones like you can win against me?"

Similar conversations resounded everywhere as the people spilled out their grudges. And worst of all, this wasn't just directed at the two opposing continents, but also amongst them as well.

"The Seven-Scents Gloria Herb was a property inherited by my family for generations. You fucking bastards dare to covet it?"

"Fuck you! It's just an herb. Do you seriously wish to lose your life over that?"

"Then, I'll make your entire family pay for it with your lives!"

"I'll see you try!"

"Oh, I'll try alright. I'll also kill your grandchildren when they're born!"

Boom!

Explosions resounded everywhere as people continued to rage forth, watching their opponents vanish right before they were killed.

"Which fucker is transporting our enemies? Come out! Let this grandpa carve an ass on your face!" a Nascent God shouted in anger.

"Calm down. Control yourself!" An Elementary God patted the shoulder of his friend. "They're raging due to a couple centuries of hatred. Such language is common."

"I know. I won't be offended by that." The other Elementary God nodded, controlling his eyebrows from twitching.

"I'll also carve an ass on your mother's face!" the Nascent God shouted as he looked around, hacking anyone that came closer to him.

"Hey this guy isn't a talent needed for our continent, right?" The Elementary God that was the target of abuse gritted his teeth as veins popped all over his forehead, expressing the extent of anger he was enduring.

A mere Nascent God ant dared to talk about him that way.

"Don't kill them. Control your anger!" the other Elementary God said in a hurry. "The moment you attack, all the other Elementary Gods would also no longer be able to endure."

"Everyone is just enduring, waiting for the first Elementary God to take action. That way, they could place all blame on that Elementary God and kill everyone that had pissed them off until now."

"I understand." The Elementary God calmed down a little, massaging his forehead as he eased up his nerves. "But this guy is definitely dead once the war is over."

"Yeah, just slaughter those bastards to your heart's content after the war is over." The other Elementary God nodded in agreement. "Remember them and kill them later. But for now, we must protect them."

"All it takes is the death of a single mortal for everything to come spiraling down," the Elementary God muttered before staring at the far-off figure of Krune. "This terrifying bastard."

"There are some terrifying bastards that are a part of the Mountain Sect." The others nodded. "Thankfully, none of them are our opponents yet. Plus, it's impossible for them to become strong enough to face us even by the end of this century."

"So, we have enough time to solve this issue within our armies and then eradicate the Mountain Sect."

"Zamuria Emperor, out with the truth. Did you strike a deal with the Mountain Sect?" The Guria Emperor snorted. "This conversation would go nowhere if you behave like this."

"It's a problem between me and Zamuria. I don't have any ties with the Mountain Sect." The Zamuria Emperor snorted in response. "Before joining the war, they barged into my palace with two weapon spirits at the level of the Primal God Realm. They wished to join my side and reap benefits from the Sub-Realm."

"Everything was to gain benefits from the Sub-Realm. But now that they had been recognized as an individual force themselves, there's no reason for them to ally with us," the Zamuria Emperor said.

"Then, what's up with Zamuria?" the Rumria Emperor spoke. "She's your daughter. And I've come to know that Cultivator, the one that now calls himself Zamura, the Sect Master of the Mountain Sect, is actually Zamuria's son."

"He's your grandson. So, are you saying that you still don't have any relation with the Mountain Sect?" The Rumria Emperor emitted a tinge of his killing intent.

"None. She actually hates us." The Zamuria Emperor snorted in response, unleashing his killing intent in exchange. "My firstborn son had devoured Zamuria's Spiritual Incarnation in the past. So, she hates the royal family. Also, I've sent her into that Sub-Realm to kill the spawn that is now known as Zamura."

"I have no relationship with either of them. In truth, there is only hatred."

"That's a great tale you've spun there, Zamuria Emperor.." The other two Emperors snorted in response, clearly not believing him.