Aether True Form of the Glazed Dragon

Some time earlier.

The boundless Crystal Plains were occupied by three major factions.

Voidsource Beetles hidden within subspace revealed glimpses of themselves through ever-blooming Void Realm rifts, while purple-black thousand-legged centipedes crowded together, surging up from the earth layer upon layer like a rolling tide.

These two vast armies were enough to devour everything on the New Continent. They were the main forces of Illusory Sun and the Great Abyss Beast Kingdom, which occupied two-thirds of the New Continent.

Compared to them, the Farshore Island Calamity-Breaking Iron Army led by Yulan was indeed elite, but it stood at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

That was why they had joined forces with the Nethersea, which found it difficult to land upon the continent. The reason their route had not been straight was that they were essentially advancing along a deep subterranean river, preparing for the Nethersea's reinforcements.

When the critical moment came, even the center of the continent could be turned into an ocean.

But now, the white-haired old man's expression was grave. Yulan solemnly turned his head and looked toward the edge of the continent.

This Fourth Energy Level powerhouse had already learned from the messages in the wind that the Nethersea had just been fighting an unknown Fourth Energy Level powerhouse. They had been held back.

It was not strange for the Nethersea to be delayed. No matter how badly the Great Abyss and Illusory Sun got along, they would never allow a Beast Lord of an ocean ecosystem to come and take a share of their continental holy land. They surely had contingencies prepared against the Nethersea—but what truly gave Yulan a bad feeling was that the presence stopping the Nethersea did not seem to belong to any Magic Beast... but a human.

Could it be that some