A repressive aura spread across heaven and earth, so oppressive and heavy that it left people struggling to breathe. It seemed as though all things had fallen into a state of extinction beneath it.
Yaya and Red Ball had looked conflicted when they heard Bai Yang's message, unsure whether to keep devouring Great Light's army or obediently go back and do their homework. But the moment they felt that aura, they bolted and vanished without a trace.
Better go back and do our homework...
Those two little rascals were shrewd as monkeys.
On the boundless, chaotic battlefield, Great Light's remaining troops were being slaughtered. When that oppressive aura appeared, both sides gradually and instinctively stopped fighting.
The Great Moon King, Chen Yongxin, and Jiang Haoran blanched. They immediately organized their troops to retreat, their hearts oppressed and their faces full of shock.
At that moment, seen from high above the sky, the opposing forces that had been entangled together rapidly pulled apart, then retreated in all directions like receding tides.
The allied armies of the three nations hurried south, the armies of more than a dozen dynasties headed north, and Great Light's remaining troops gathered in the middle.
With hundreds of billions of people tangled together, it was obviously impossible to separate them completely in a short time. But every side instinctively stopped fighting and pulled back.
"Everything hinges on this," Jiang Haoran said, drawing a deep breath.
The Great Moon King's eyelid twitched. "Can we actually win?"
"I don't know. The outcome is up to Mr. Bai. We won't be able to get involved from here on..." Chen Yongxin said, taking a deep breath.
Even with Fruit Positions, not one of them—emperors though they were—could muster the slightest thought of resisting that terrifying aura spreading across heaven and earth.