Waiting was an agonizing thing, especially waiting to find out when one might die.
The defenses within Holy City had reached a flawless state. Nearly thirty billion Ground Race experts had gathered in this city, which was not especially enormous. Even the weakest among them were in the Divine Sense Realm. It could not be said that this was not a powerful force.
But the enemy they faced was even stronger.
An Endless Race army of over one hundred billion occupied every inch and every corner outside the city.
Moreover, their Hall of Fame Members numbered more than half those of the Ground Race.
Everyone waited nervously for the enemy's attack to begin. Such a vast disparity in strength rendered even the most perfect defensive system little more than decoration. They could only hope that the enemy would suddenly withdraw because of some unforeseen event—for example, Absolute Heaven Great Emperor suddenly dropping dead.
But that hope was clearly unrealistic. After Holy City had been surrounded for three months, the Endless Race finally launched their offensive.
Night fell. Outside Holy City, at a sentry post.
The sentry stood watch inside the post, observing the movements of the Endless Race.
No one wanted to serve as a sentry, because once the Endless Race attacked, the sentries would surely die.
Yet someone had to do it. Some Divine Sense Realm cannon fodder took turns guarding this place, each praying that the enemy would not attack during their shift.
Inside the post, the sentry, who was praying desperately to every god and Buddha he could think of, suddenly felt himself being jolted.
"What's going on? Am I sitting on a spring?"
The soldier poked his head over the city wall, and his soul nearly left his body.
The Endless Race army in the