"Entire army, heed my command! Rest for the time it takes an incense stick to burn! Restore your spiritual power and treat the wounded! Once the incense has burned out, advance toward the core region!"
His voice carried unshakable decisiveness and domineering authority.
"We'll claim this Primordial Ancient Path for the Borderless Army!"
At the same time that the Borderless Army began venturing deeper into the Primordial Ancient Path, preparing to face even greater challenges.
Outside the secret realm.
The chaotic entrance rotated slowly, radiating an alluring yet dangerous aura.
To the experts of the Myriad Races of the Heavens standing guard outside, three days felt like years. They were practically scratching to get in!
Countless eyes were fixed on the entrance. All kinds of detection arts and magical treasures had been shining almost nonstop, nearly turning that stretch of starry sky into a disco.
The fleets of the Eight Hegemon Clans had already quietly formed a perimeter. They warily guarded against one another, the atmosphere tense as hell, yet every one of them stared ravenously at the entrance.
They were just waiting for the three days to end before rushing in to seize the treasures—and, incidentally... surround and wipe out that damn Borderless force!
Golden Peng Demon Saint stood at the prow of the flagship. His golden wings gleamed with a cold light as he licked his sharp beak, his eyes filled with cruelty and impatience.
"Only two days left... Lu Chen, enjoy your final moments! This king will have your head!"
Meanwhile, within folded space.
The Thirteenth Legion of the Mech Spirit Federation possessed a vast Mechanical Fleet that hung silently in the air like a cold mountain range of metal.
The cannons of every warship had finished charging, grimly locked onto the direction of the secret realm's