The wind blew across ten thousand miles, and the emerald sea lay perfectly still.
Three months had passed since Luo Hong captured Biling Island, yet surprisingly, the fierce counterattack everyone had expected from the two major powers never came.
There was not even the slightest sign of one. Whether the demon race or the Inverse Star Alliance, both seemed prepared to swallow this bitter pill.
It was not because the two powers were insufficiently strong. Rather, the fall of the Golden Flood Dragon King had been far too shocking, making both sides realize at once that a full-scale war with Luo Hong would bring unimaginable losses.
Otherwise, no matter how formidable Luo Hong was, faced with the absolute numerical advantage in Nascent Soul cultivators possessed by the two powers, he could only abandon Biling Island.
After all, Southern Sky had once seen a large number of Nascent Soul cultivators forcibly overwhelm an incarnation cultivator who had committed countless atrocities.
However, the Chaotic Star Sea was not currently dominated by a single power. In the face of the Biling Island incident, choosing to yield—or even taking the initiative to seek cooperation—was nothing unusual.
Although the Inverse Star Alliance had suffered considerable losses this time, compared to the demon race losing a Level Ten Golden Flood Dragon King, the deaths of a few Nascent Soul cultivators were hardly worth mentioning.
Thus, the Inverse Star Alliance almost immediately set aside its pride. While Luo Hong was still setting up Biling Island's grand formation, it sent an envoy to open negotiations.
Clearly, if Luo Hong killed the Inverse Star Alliance's envoy at such a time, he would surely sow the seeds of an all-out war.
After all, no matter how strong he was, he was currently isolated overseas, making this the best possible opportunity