When the Universe Shard slammed into the floating continent where the King's City stood, every member of the Mo Race froze for an instant.
Che Kong, the Domain Lord who had been holding firm against any possible Human Race assault, felt his face twitch.
A look of terror appeared on every Mo Race member's face.
What they feared was not that the floating continent housing the King's City would be destroyed. Though the Universe Shard that had struck the continent was considerable in size, the countless Mo Race members who had intercepted and bombarded it beforehand had ensured it would not cause significant damage to the King's City.
What they feared even less was whether the formation on the shard would erupt, consuming tens of thousands of Mo Race lives.
What they truly feared was the mere tremors caused by the impact—and the consequences those tremors would bring.
Just as every Mo Race member trembled with dread, a dormant willpower within the King-level Ink Nest rapidly awakened.
It was the Mo Lord's will.
The Mo Lord, who had been slumbering to heal his injuries, had finally been disturbed.
That majestic will swept across the entire floating continent and all the Mo Race armies, as if assessing the situation. Once the circumstances became clear, a towering fury erupted from within that will.
Over a million Mo Race warriors, like quails without nests in the dead of winter, shivered in terror.
The Mo Lord's wrath was clearly directed at them. It was their incompetence that had disturbed the Mo Lord during his healing slumber.
All the Mo Race members knew what happened when healing within the Ink Nest was interrupted—it meant the previous healing effects would be greatly diminished. No wonder the Mo Lord was furious.
However, the Mo Lord made no further indication and soon sank back into slumber.
He had no time for anything else. To him, nothing was more important than his own recovery right now. As long as he could use the Ink Nest's power to recover before the Human Race ancestor's injuries healed, he would seize the initiative.
Every Mo Race member knew there would not be a second chance. Otherwise, when the Mo Lord emerged, someone was bound to pay the price.
Before their racing hearts could even settle, the Human Race fleet advancing from the left side of the King's City was already humming with energy. Countless secret techniques and artifacts unleashed their power.
In an instant, multicolored radiance painted the vast void in brilliant hues. Those terrifyingly powerful attacks rained down upon the King's City like a violent storm.
Every single attack carried power no less than a full-force strike from a Seventh-Order Open Heaven expert.
The formations and artifacts deployed on the Human Race warships were designed to allow Human warriors to exert power beyond their own level. The attacks launched from the warships were at minimum Seventh-Order caliber.
Among them were also a great many divine abilities and mystic arts wielded by the Eighth-Order commanders.
Che Kong roared in fury, and the six to seven hundred thousand Mo Race warriors deployed on the left side of the King's City all moved to intercept simultaneously.
Despite outnumbering the Human Race by more than twenty to one, even fighting at full capacity, the Mo Race army still could not block every attack.
Those streaks of radiance crashed into the densely packed Mo Race ranks, and the power contained within erupted, reaping Mo Race lives.
The numerous Domain Lords and Eighth-Order Ink Slaves who had been stationed on the right side of the King's City, responsible for intercepting the Universe Worlds, rushed over to reinforce upon seeing this.
Now that all the Universe Worlds had been destroyed, the Human Race had no reserves left, and there was no need to commit more forces to the right.
Since the Human Race had decided to assault the King's City from the left, they would have to fight a decisive battle on that side.
However, when those Domain Lords and Eighth-Order Ink Slaves arrived at the left side, they were instantly stunned.
At that moment, the radiance from the myriad secret techniques and divine abilities had just faded. In their field of vision, the Human Race fleet—which moments ago had been within five million li of the King's City—had actually used the cover of that coordinated barrage to withdraw to over ten million li away.
And they showed absolutely no sign of turning back, rapidly putting distance between themselves.
The Domain Lords were left dumbfounded.
Che Kong held a cauldron of rage in his chest, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, the searing fury making him feel sick enough to vomit blood. Though his heart burned with unwillingness, he could only watch helplessly as the Human Race fleet sailed further and further away, not daring to make the slightest move to pursue.
"Ahahaha!" On the mountaintop, Cha Pu—who had witnessed the entire situation—burst into hearty laughter, laughing so hard tears nearly streamed down his face. "Make the real appear false, and the false appear real. An opponent like Brother Xiang is truly terrifying!"
He was evaluating from the Mo Race's perspective.
Forget the Mo Race—even he himself had previously believed that the East-West Army would use the residual impact of the Universe Worlds to launch an assault on the King's City. After all, it was indeed an excellent opportunity. The Mo Race army had been caught off guard, with nearly thirty percent of their forces committed to the right flank. If the Human Race truly attacked, they could certainly achieve impressive results.
Moreover, that massive fleet had already assumed battle formation, with every soldier prepared for a full-scale engagement with the Mo Race.
But no one had expected that the East-West Army's display was merely a bluff—all thunder and no rain. They had approached within five million li of the King's City, struck the Mo Race one round, and then fled.
Fled!
If Cha Pu hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.