Ten days later.
The Mysterious Heaven Propeller, which had been running continuously on the Eternal Night Continent, slowly shut down. They had arrived.
The War Mire lay straight ahead!
Chen Fan stood on the Northbank Defense Line, gazing into the distance.
In the waters near the War Mire, the seawater gradually turned ink-black, and a vast Thunderstorm Belt enveloped the entire War Mire.
"Young Master."
Standing beside him, Crippled Monkey said quietly, "We're here."
"Yes."
Chen Fan softly repeated, "We're here."
This was not the Mortal Domain's final war, but it was an immensely important battle, one that would determine whether the Mortal Domain could smoothly advance to a fourth-level continent. Unlike last time, the Mortal Domain had spent long enough building up its reserves.
Nor was its opponent an outrageous enemy like the Ancient Strange Clan Continent.
He gently rubbed the Jadeite Staff in his hand.
The next moment—
Enormous displays of text abruptly appeared without warning above every continent in the War Mire.
Although he knew many continents had been watching him and knew that the Mortal Domain had already reached the vicinity of the War Mire, he needed a more forceful way to tell everyone that his Mortal Domain had arrived.
There was no preamble.
Simple and direct!
The next moment, above the thin mist of the War Mire, the clouds began to churn.
It was not a natural storm, but an orderly, irresistible change forcibly imposed by an outside power.
The clouds converged in the same direction, like countless streams being guided toward the sea at once, then colliding above its surface before hanging motionless there, like a curtain nailed to the sky.
Like a projector screen waiting for an image.
Almost everyone on every continent in the War Mire instinctively looked up at the disturbance