The reserves built up over two dark upheavals and tens of thousands of years.
Only a fraction of them had been unleashed.
Yet they instantly changed the entire course of the war.
They swept through everything in their path.
Nothing could rival them.
Hundreds of thousands of continents.
They charged for three days, killed for three days, slaughtered for three days.
Black clouds weighed down the sky.
Blood rained from above.
They had slaughtered nearly every strange entity across the Strange Entity Clan's Sixth Defense Line. The hundreds of thousands of continents never paused. No one stopped to collect the spoils of war; no one picked up the resources on this battlefield.
They kept advancing.
Without stopping.
Gradually, a feeling called victory began to surface in everyone's hearts, even though they knew the Strange Entity Clan had yet to reveal its trump cards, and its true main force surely lay ahead.
Even so.
Seeing such an overwhelming advantage, they still couldn't help breathing faster.
People hoped the basketball would go through the hoop.
People hoped to get rich overnight.
People hoped to win tomorrow.
People always hoped for unlikely events, stubbornly awaiting the improbable throughout their otherwise predictable lives.
Three dark upheavals.
The destruction of 1,023 worlds.
Countless lives lost.
Countless predecessors sacrificed.
They had finally reached this point. They had finally launched a true counteroffensive!
Since the three dark upheavals began.
This was the Human Race's first counteroffensive, and its last.
Forward, forward, forward.
Chen Fan stood on the Eternal Night Continent's city wall, his breathing gradually quickening as he gazed into the distance. Not a single strange entity lay ahead. The vast sea filled his entire field of vision. They had broken through the Strange Entity Clan's Sixth Defense Line.
Three days.
Just three days, and a resounding