Zhang Yang hid in the small world within the Boat of Death, drilling his troops and preparing for battle. Meanwhile, nearly twenty trillion Mechanical Zombies had already poured into the Thousand-Handed People's world one after another.
In theory, with the Thousand-Handed Race's leader, Heavenly God Chang Ji, having fled, and the Heavenly Dao of this world having been beaten to death, the Thousand-Handed People's destruction should have been just around the corner.
At least that was what Zhang Yang, Heavenly Dao Maiden, and the many disciples believed.
But reality was always so full of twists and turns.
Nine months had already passed, yet the Thousand-Handed People's resistance continued to rise and fall everywhere, growing fiercer by the day!
At times, Zhang Yang and the others could even observe resistance wars of moderate intensity.
And the ratio of victories and defeats was actually thirty-seventy.
Were the twenty trillion Mechanical Zombies slacking off, or had the Thousand-Handed People activated some cheat?
After discovering this, Zhang Yang decisively expanded both the range and depth of their reconnaissance. Then, as more detailed information was gathered, the result left every one of them dumbfounded.
"The Thousand-Handed People's surviving population is still at least one-third of the total. What kind of joke is this? Their Heavenly Dao is dead, and that clash of heaven and earth between the thirty thousand base-type Mechanical Zombies just ten months ago should have wiped out ninety-nine percent of the Thousand-Handed People!"
"This is simply a miracle!"
Zhang Yang was filled with amazement, yet also deeply puzzled. Since the Thousand-Handed People possessed such profound foundations for war, why had Heavenly God Chang Ji fled?
"Boss, have you ever considered that perhaps the Thousand-Handed People only have one-third of their population left precisely because Heavenly God Chang Ji fled? And I think