"Thanks."

Chen Fan stood silently on the city wall of the Eternal Night Continent. The Heavenly Storehouse Pavilion had inventoried every exotic treasure the Mortal Domain possessed. Not one could carry a voice throughout all heaven and earth.

The Boundary Battlefield.

How vast it was.

It held countless continents and nearly a hundred races.

Making a voice ring out across the entire Boundary Battlefield was no easy feat.

Waves battered the shore.

Their clamor swept in with the damp, howling wind.

The Human Race's army was still charging forward.

Today...

Marked the forty-eighth day of its charge. If everything went smoothly and the Strange Entity Clan put up no further obstacles along the way, then... another twelve or thirteen days would bring them to the rear of the Strange Entity Main Camp.

Just then...

White light swept across the Teleportation Formation on the city wall.

A visitor arrived.

Zhong Yi, the man in charge of Command Post No. 002.

"Chen Fan."

The square-faced man, whose features were so regular they seemed cast from a mold, walked up to Chen Fan. After a pause, he said hoarsely, "Over the past few days, the Human Faction has gathered all its popular will and arranged to send it to the Mortal Domain."

"It's already on its way."

At that moment...

Several Teleportation Formations lit up Behind Nameless Mountain.

Batch after batch of pale yellow pebbles arrived at the Mortal Domain's warehouse. This was the form popular will took once condensed.

"Thanks."

Chen Fan gave a slight nod.

The 002 Command Center had once awarded him popular will. It served as both currency and the energy required to activate certain buildings. Now, the final decisive battle was almost upon them.

At his request...

Vast quantities of popular will were being shipped to the Mortal Domain.