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Then again, Krune didn\'t face any limitation in the number of Pseudo-Wisps he could create. So, after abusing the Godly Energy generated by the Cultivation Lotus, he had already created enough Pseudo-Wisps for his needs and filled the subspace with them.

With that, he created ten thousand clones that began to work on their various tasks once again.

While that was happening, Krune sat and ate his ice cream, slowly absorbing the Godly Energy generated by the Cultivation Lotus in his subspace to circulate through his Deific Meridians. From a certain perspective, he was casually multitasking.

Earlier, he had to rely upon the Mind-Splitting Technique to perform a variety of tasks. But now, that technique was outdated.

After all, Krune had become an expert in performing various actions. Naturally, that was all thanks to Little Krune. Multiple clones worked on multiple fronts, proceeding with various tasks. On top of that, all of them had shared thoughts.

So, Krune had long since gotten used to performing various tasks at the same time. So, cultivating while watching the battle and eating ice cream was as easy as breathing.

He observed the state of battle between the three continents, smirking upon seeing that the situation continued to escalate. To prevent them from engaging in a full-blown war, the powerhouses of the three continents were busy suppressing them.

Then again, if they were forcefully suppressed, the people of the three continents, whether mortals or immortals, would no longer be willing to fight. It was because of their hatred against those in the army.

Unless that was taken care of, a similar situation would erupt at any time. Also, the fact that Krune was the sole person sitting on the Mountain Sect\'s side spoke volumes.

It was a type of intimidation where Krune expressed this to the three-continent army.

"Look, I can easily stir up the hatred your people have towards one another. Before you fight me, take care of the hatred among your own."

It came off as arrogant. But in truth, Krune had taken action first and showed that he was capable of achieving this. As for his methods, none among the opposite side were able to understand.

It showed how terrifying he was.

\'We have to first cause this hatred to vanish.\' This was the thought that resounded among the Elementary Gods and Primal Gods. That was why they didn\'t do anything to stop the infighting but just ensured none died.

Moreover, they had acted a variety of abilities to ensure that the hatred the people felt to those from the other continents died down eventually. Then again, as to how long this took, even they were unsure.

Probably, the only person that could estimate this was Krune, no one else.

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"My son was killed by you. And now, you\'ll die by my hands." A Nascent God Realm cultivator flashed his bloody sword, brimming with fighting spirit as he gazed at the figure of his enemy that was on the ground, battered, on the verge of death.

"I\'ll reincarnate as a ghost and haunt you." His enemy stared with soulless eyes, uttering with the last vestiges of his breath.

But suddenly, just when the Nascent God was about to deal the killing blow, fierce winds blew, carrying dust and mist that blanketed his vision.

This mist had existed from the start of the battle in their three-continent army. It was annoying, but since he had already discovered his enemy, he chased after him without relenting.

He had already marked the other party with a technique, able to track his position all the time.

And now, when the wind blew, he noticed the other party move away and vanish mysteriously. "Damn it!"

He hurriedly hacked at the mist, bellowing in anger upon failing to see his enemy in the place any longer.

The Nascent God continued to vent and attack his surroundings in response.

As for the injured cultivator, he was transported to another part of the army, mysteriously healed. He was feeling bouts of shock but didn\'t get any time to think as another enemy of his charged at him.

"I found you at last! Die!"

"Another one?" he cursed in response and shielded himself, exchanging countless attacks with the cultivator as he was soon on the ground, wounded once again.

The cultivator he was fighting also happened to be a Nascent God. He, on the other hand, was only at the God Core Realm.

The one he had killed before was the wife of this Nascent God, someone that was at the Ninth Stage of the God Core Realm.

To take revenge, the Nascent God had been searching for him all along. And once he appeared, he was attacked.

Just like before, when the Nascent God was about to deliver the killing blow, the mist blocked his senses when his target vanished, causing him to rage at the scene.

The wounded cultivator hadn\'t even managed to take a breather when he realized that his body had been fully healed yet again while he was transported to another part of the battlefield.

And this time, just when it seemed he could get a moment\'s peace, a sword came crashing down on him.

"You\'re the one that killed my older brother. Die!" The one that attacked was at the Third Stage of the God Core Realm.

\'Finally, someone that\'s weaker than me.\' the cultivator thought in response as he fought against his opponent. But shockingly, he noticed that he was actually getting pushed back, causing him to bellow in indignation, "Wait, I\'m not this weak! I\'ve even killed a Nascent God before. Why am I getting pushed back by you?"

"Who cares? Die!" his opponent shouted and pierced a sword through his lungs. But just when he was about to die, his figure vanished, completely healed as it reappeared at another location.

And there, a child at the God Foundation Realm teared up after gazing at him as she charged at him. "You killed my uncle! Die!"