A backwater continent had ended the Black Tide.
Within three to five days, this news spread across every known human continent.
At this moment:
All mid- and upper-tier continents were dumbfounded.
They had agreements with the restricted zones; the restricted zones only launched ordinary attacks against their continents.
The Black Tide was merely six or seven hundred meters tall.
They all found it somewhat strenuous to deal with.
Yet the Black Tide encountered by that backwater continent was twice as powerful as theirs, while its foundations were dozens, even hundreds, of times weaker.
Could such a backwater continent end the Black Tide?
What kind of joke was that?
However:
After repeatedly verifying the news, they had no choice but to admit it:
The Black Tide on that backwater continent had truly been ended.
And the one who ended it was Chu Qing.
At the mention of Chu Qing, the group fell silent.
"Chu Qing... it's him again!"
"How could he end the Black Tide and ruin our plans?"
They wanted the Black Tide to vent its fury, to swallow every backwater continent and shrink the scope of Heaven.
They wanted to weaken Heaven's strength.
But...
Chu Qing had thrown their plans into disarray.
"Forget it. It's only one backwater continent; it's insignificant."
"Chu Qing... he can only stay on a backwater continent for the rest of his life."
"Let him lord it over that godforsaken place. There will be no need to bother with him in the future; just leave him to fend for himself!"
Chu Qing ending the continent's Black Tide.
That would absolutely be recorded in continental history.
They could no longer openly move against and assassinate Chu Qing—well, at least not for now.
These top major powers, without prior agreement, all chose to suppress the news that