Today's first update: Chapter 3573! 1/4!
The Wild Race camp was deathly silent.
Everyone's eyes shifted between the completely frozen Myriad Ghosts Diagram and the Lord of the Wilds, who had seemed like a god to them—and whose actions today had displayed methods far beyond anything they had known of their own deity.
The more than nine thousand Wild Race elites, who had just been anxiously roaring as the Ghost Race shifted its target and attempted to encircle the Lord of the Wilds, ready at any moment to charge forward and fight to the death, now seemed to have had their throats gripped all at once. Every sound, every movement—even their boiling battle intent and hurried breaths—froze the instant the "Myriad Ghosts Diagram" unfurled.
Their eyes were wide, their pupils reflecting the countless lifelike yet utterly silent flat silhouettes in the distant void—those were the core forces of the entire Mount Tai Ghost Race, who only moments ago had been brimming with murderous momentum and posed an immense threat to them.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no gruesome spray of flesh and blood, not even the residual shockwaves of clashing energies.
There was only a silent, incomprehensible erasure, almost like being wiped away.
A chill born from the depths of their understanding, mingling extreme shock, bewilderment, and instinctive fear, crept up every spine.
They knew their Lord of the Wilds was unfathomably powerful. They knew he could create miracles. But this scene before them... had already surpassed the scope of "power" or "miracles." It was nearly... a divine miracle, or rather, the application of some higher-level "rule" they could not comprehend.
The weapons in many warriors' hands trembled slightly. It was not fear of the enemy, but the shock of witnessing such world-shattering power.
They looked at the tall