After settling the score, the Four Great Alien Races set their sights on the Moon Embracing Sect!

Although all three major alien races were suffering defeats, the Mechanical Race was currently in the worst shape.

Even one of the Mechanical Megacities that served as their own "defensive line" had been blown apart. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Endless Long Wall had charged straight in, advancing madly for hundreds of thousands of miles!

Only then did the Mechanical Race finally stop the Endless Long Wall outside their second line of defense. The two sides promptly fell into a grueling battle, locked in a deadlock they could not escape.

Yet this outcome was utterly unacceptable to the Mechanical Race.

Over all these years, when had the Mechanical Race ever suffered such a crushing loss?

They had never even let anyone push into their hinterland!

Yet now, they had been beaten all the way here. Although the enemy had been stopped, their momentum was still soaring, and they clearly showed signs of pressing onward. How could this be allowed?

If they were allowed to continue...

Both their pride and their interests would suffer massive losses!

While the Mechanical Race's higher-ups were wracking their brains, unable to understand why the Endless Long Wall had suddenly gone mad, they also learned that the alien races outside the Bitter Winter and Vast Long Walls had likewise suffered counterattacks and severe losses. They were even more shocked.

"Have the people of the Three Thousand Continents gone insane?"

"These ants..."

"They truly deserve death!"

"However, for countless years, the Three Thousand Continents have always remained on the defensive. Whenever they clashed with our various alien races, they attacked little and defended much."

"Yet now, they have gathered such an offensive force and launched a frenzied counterattack. Something must be wrong."

"That makes sense."

"Then let us find an opportunity to contact the Devil Race,