At this moment, countless races were gripped by fear. They had once been among the chief culprits who slaughtered the Human Race, and each of them dreaded being settled with by the Human Race when the time came.
After all, these races were no fools. Since the Human Race dared launch such a massive counterattack against the Heavenly Court, they naturally had the confidence to do so.
Moreover, only after investigating did they discover that the Human Race had somehow produced so many powerful experts, every one of them a Golden Immortal.
Ordinarily, the Human Race could not even produce a single Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. Yet at this moment, countless Golden Immortals surged forth as though they cost nothing, clamoring to join the battle. The Human Race had truly known how to endure.
Countless great powers sat firmly upon their fishing platforms, quietly watching this upheaval unfold.
What those below saw was merely the surface. What they saw was something far deeper.
This was the backlash of the Human Race's fortune—and its final backlash at that.
This time, the Human Race had brought out all of its foundations. If they lost this battle, they would truly have no chance to rise again; the fortune of the Human Race would crumble completely.
At that point, the Human Race would exist in name alone.
And so they watched, waiting to see just how far the Human Race could fight their way.
The Heavenly Court had been jointly established by several top races and factions, suppressing the entire Star River Cosmos. Within it, factions stood thick as forests. Whoever dared speak a single word against the Heavenly Court would invite a large-scale campaign of suppression from it.
This had long made many races and powerful experts dissatisfied.
They were all watching. If