After a long while.
Chen Jiutian finally broke the oppressive silence. "What should we do?"
His Concealment Formation deserved most of the credit for so easily wiping out most of the Wasteland Clan's Strange Entities. Yet he had no desire to claim credit now. The five newly discovered Night-Opening People Continents had all but driven the Eternal Night Continent into a corner.
"Let's fight them first and see."
After a pause, Chen Fan spoke calmly.
"Keep bombarding the Wasteland Clan Continent. I still haven't received its war mire survival time. Slaughter every last Strange Entity left on that continent."
"At their current speed, 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 ocean, the former King of the Wasteland Clan Continent, a Level 27 Wraith Saint, no longer had his usual host of followers behind him. Only seven or eight Trusted Aides and Xiangyang remained. His entire army of Strange Entities had died on the Royal Clan's continent.
Huang turned toward Xiangyang and smiled.
"See?"
"Yesterday, I was bragging to you about how powerful I was. Today, I've lost it all. That's how this world is—full of uncertainty. Nobody knows what will happen next."
"That's the allure of conquest."
"We were mostly just unlucky this time."
"If we'd been in the War Mire, we could have charged over. But we were too far away this time. Whatever surveillance methods the Mortal Domain got its hands on, they knew far too much about us. Add all those Sky-Piercing Pillars carpet-bombing us, and we really couldn't hold out."
"But it doesn't matter."
"We're still alive. We can make a comeback."
After jumping into the sea.
He had activated a drop of