After forcing back the Sea Race army, Jiang Wang warned the Human Race forces in the domain where he was stationed and informed them of the Yellow Terrace Domain's situation before dragging Yu Guangyuan away.
The Human Race and Sea Race had been slaughtering each other in the Lost Realm for years, and the Lost Realm's shifts had not begun just yesterday. Both sides had made considerable preparations for all manner of situations.
Though everyone who spent their days on the Lost Realm battlefield had heard this saying—"When a true accident arrives, no amount of preparation is enough."
Still, now that they had the intelligence, the Human Race camp corresponding to the Yellow Terrace Domain would naturally be able to free up its hands.
Gui You, Yi Chou, Ren Zi...
Jiang Wang passed through one domain after another without stopping for even a moment.
A fine Sea Race prodigy like Yu Guangyuan had become the tail wing of an azure rainbow, following Jiang Wang as he raced east and west.
If someone could peer into the Lost Realm's conditions and capture Jiang Wang's trail of movement, they would discover that although he never stopped, weaving and turning like the wind, running as though he minded his head but not his ass, he was in fact always moving near the Human Race's core regions.
Corresponding to the Sea Race's situation, domains entirely occupied by Human Race forces were called "Human Race camps."
The rules of these places had not yet been altered. Armies were still stationed there in the form of Floating Islands. Such places possessed great military advantages and could often project pressure upon nearby domains. But they were not impossible to conquer.
With every shift of the Lost Realm, it was nothing unusual for several Human Race camps to