Everyone aboard the colossal warship held their breath.
The Dao Lords each made their own calculations, while Feng Xi let out a long sigh. "Even the Nether Clan's Second Elder has come."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Wu Rong, seated high upon the imperial throne.
He too dearly wanted to know just how much mana Wu Rong still had left to sustain himself.
"This will not end well. The question is whether the Great Dao Lord still has the strength to fight again." Dao Lord Fire Crow pondered uneasily.
He suddenly realized that the Nether Clan's response was somewhat abnormal.
They had transferred over most of their forces, as though they were pouring out of the nest in full force.
Logically speaking, even if the upper reaches of the Nether River had been unified, it should not have driven the Nether Clan to such a desperate all-or-nothing gamble.
It was as though they were gambling on something.
"This..."
"With cultivations like ours, we cannot even interfere."
Kinnara Black Face spread her hands helplessly. She was a mighty figure of no small renown, yet she did not even have a chance to make a move, let alone earn a seat at the table. It truly was lamentable.
The Yaksha King stood with his arms folded and said nothing. He too was speculating about the Nether Clan's intentions.
Marquis Wu Zhao opened his mouth, but could only resign himself to fate.
The tens of millions of soldiers aboard the fleet of colossal warships were awaiting the king's command.
Luo Shentong pursed his lips and transmitted his voice. "Prefecture Lord, if your strength falls short, my Asura Clan has a secret divine art..."
Wu Rong's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest trace of fear.
As for how much mana he had