But just as everyone's attention was focused on that terrifying army...
Something else slowly emerged from the Spatial Rift.
It was an incredibly strange structure, with four metallic legs supporting a huge, box-shaped body.
Faint green mist constantly drifted from all four sides of the box.
Their numbers...
They were packed together in a teeming mass!
One after another, they poured out of the Spatial Rift, then were swiftly transported to the rear of the battlefield.
Yang Fan had sent far too many followers to the front this time.
The Spatial Channel showed no sign of closing at all.
As soon as one contingent emerged, the next followed right behind.
The Wraith Race was pouring in reinforcements like mad.
So was Yang Fan.
It was as though this war had become a pure contest of troop strength and reserves!
At the Divine Kingdom Core.
At that moment, it was not just Lingyuan.
The other five Third-Order Gods of the Wraith Race had all risen to their feet as well.
Their pupils shifted constantly, and the ease in their eyes had vanished.
In its place were deep dread and disbelief.
"Wh-who exactly is this Mechanical God of the Human Race?"
"How can he have such terrifying reserves?"
"How much money did he pour into this many War Weapons?"
One Wraith Race god's voice had grown strained.
Another looked equally grim.
"It's not just the Mechanical God!"
"The other two Human Race gods are no ordinary figures either."
"They have far too many high-end followers!"
"Are these really Lower-Order Gods?"
"Could they be Mid-Order Gods in disguise?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Someone immediately objected.
"With the Divine Kingdom's rules restricting them, how could they send so many high-end followers to invade if they really were Mid-Order Gods?"
For a time, the other