After speaking, Shenxi Xingtian returned to the Myriad Beast Throne.
After the blunder in the attack, his heart had sunk to the bottom. He had never expected Dream Infant to bring him new hope.
"This time, the fatal trump card finally belongs to me."
Whether it was Mount Tai'a or Swordgod Star, in truth, he had only lost to a Swordgod Star relic!
Even Lin Xiaodao had come from the Swordgod Star relic.
One Boundless-class astralship had made him stumble twice in a row. The second fall had nearly shattered him, leaving his nose bruised and his face swollen.
He had thought that he and the Dark Clan had truly been driven into a dead end...
"Actually, this is a good thing too. I took a fall, suffered enormous losses, and my prestige declined. It is the perfect chance to change the image of me and the Dark Clan as powerful tyrants. Only by becoming the 'weak' side, only by being underestimated, can we make good use of the final trump card and truly deal the enemy a fatal blow!"
At that thought, Shenxi Xingtian's eyes finally regained their calm.
Those two pools of water were like mirrors, barely rippling.
He placed both hands on the armrests, took a deep breath, then announced in an incomparably brisk voice.
"The vacation is over. We're going home to rest for fifteen years. Set sail!"
Whoosh!
He whistled.
The five hundred thousand Star Gods were dumbfounded once more.
The Darkdemon and the Dark Clan expeditionary army turned around "stylishly" and departed, vanishing completely from the sight of the Swordgod Star Dark Clan.
That head-shaped fiendish demon, so full of oppressive force, had finally left.
The Lin Clan of Ebonia was even more excited, while the Swordgod Star Dark Clan was even more