The King of the World

A long while passed.

Chen Jiutian finally broke the oppressive silence. "What do we do?"

The Concealment Formation he had developed deserved most of the credit for how easily they had wiped out most of the Wasteland Clan's Strange Entities. But he had no desire to claim that credit now. The sudden discovery of five Night-Opening People Continents had pushed the Eternal Night Continent to the brink.

"We fight and see what happens."

Chen Fan paused before answering calmly.

"Keep bombarding the Wasteland Clan Continent. I still haven't received the War Mire Survival Time we can plunder from it. Kill every last Strange Entity left on that continent."

"At their current speeds, the nearest of those five Night-Opening People Continents will arrive in five days, and the farthest in nine."

"We still have time."

"We still have a chance."

On a vast stretch of ocean, Huang, once the king of the Wasteland Clan Continent and a level-27 Wraith Saint, had only seven or eight trusted followers and Xiangyang with him. The army of Strange Entities that usually followed him had all died on the Royal Clan Continent.

Huang turned toward Xiangyang and smiled.

"See?"

"Yesterday, I was boasting to you about how powerful I was. Today, I've fallen. That's how this world is—full of twists no one can foresee."

"That's the appeal of conquest."

"This time, we were mainly unlucky."

"If we'd been in the War Mire, we could still have charged through. But this time, we were too far away. The Mortal Domain's surveillance—whatever it is and wherever it came from—knew us too well. Add a mass of Sky-Piercing Pillars sweeping the ground, and we couldn't hold out."

"But it's all right."

"We're still alive. We can rise again."

After jumping into the sea,

he had activated a drop