Emperor Ye, Is Your Mercedes-Benz Still Doing Well?

The sudden turn of events, along with the truth hidden behind it, made the Peak Experts of the Four Races feel their scalps tingle, unable to believe it.

Yet this was, perversely, the truth.

No matter how they thought about it, they could not make sense of it.

At the same time, thoughts of retreat arose in their hearts.

If this deadlock continued, they themselves might be fine and able to hold on, but their worlds would be continuously weakened...

And if their worlds were weakened, how could they themselves not be weakened as well?

Even if it did not affect them now, its impact on the future would be unfathomably profound.

After all, they still needed to return to cultivation. They still wanted to grow and advance further.

If the worlds were weakened and their upper limits lowered as a result, would not their own future achievements also be "lowered"?

Thus, they could not simply stand by and watch!

And the most fucked-up part was that the Four Races had joined forces, yet they still had not gained the upper hand!

It was not just here that they had failed to gain an advantage.

The battles within the Three Thousand Continents—or rather, the primary objective of this expedition—had not been accomplished either.

Failing to accomplish it would have been one thing.

At worst, they could retreat, and everyone could return to their former state of peaceful coexistence.

But the problem now was not merely that they had failed to achieve their objective. They had fucking lost the wife and the troops as well!!!

The Moon Embracing Sect was still lively and kicking.

Meanwhile, on the Four Races' side, one Immortal Emperor had been "rooted" in place, with his condition extremely dire.

Another had been sealed outright.

Even the four