The gray fog of Mist Bone Time-Space had been burning for hundreds of years straight.
From afar, the entire star region looked as if it were shrouded beneath a dark-red curtain of fire.
The fleets of the Mechanical Civilization hid behind the curtain of fire, only occasionally revealing cold gun muzzles.
The ones truly charging at the front were Mist Bone Time-Space's native legions.
Frost Skeleton Monarch Luomi led the Young Faction's main force and had already attacked the last few Core Star Districts under Molan's control.
Remnant Memory Monarch Wuxian was responsible for cutting off the retreat.
Gray Threshold Monarch Tamu, meanwhile, led the legions under his command in destroying several Evil Swamp Rules altars one after another.
They had waited far too long for this day.
Back when Mist Bone Time-Space had been pinned beneath the Evil Swamp Halls, these native monarchs even had to check Molan's expression before mobilizing large-scale legions.
And now, Molan himself was almost out of territory!
Molan's Rule True Body rose from the depths of the gray fog.
This Level-12 Mid-Stage Temple Lord was in a state that could hardly be called good.
Previously, in order to break free from Bing Xin's restraint, he had forced his way out of the Evil Swamp frontline, and had already paid no small price for it.
After returning to Mist Bone Time-Space, before he even had time to regain a firm grip on the situation, the Young Faction's all-out offensive had begun.
The weapons, intelligence, and Rule Anchor Points provided by the Mechanical Civilization allowed those Mist Skeleton Monarchs, who originally only possessed level-11 strength, to gain war capabilities far beyond what they had in the past.
It wasn't that Molan had never tried to counterattack.
But every time he had just gathered a large-scale