On the floating continent fragment, Yang Kai glanced at Mo Naye's transmitted message and pondered briefly. He had originally intended to ignore it, but after a moment's thought, he realized that skulking around like this wouldn't accomplish anything. Better to lay his cards on the table. Without hesitation, he sent his spiritual sense surging and transmitted a message back through the communication bead.
Meanwhile, inside Bu Hui Guan, the communication bead in Mo Naye's hand trembled once more. He hurriedly immersed his consciousness to examine it. The next instant, boundless fury surged within him, nearly making his lungs explode.
The message inside the communication bead was simple and direct—just two words: "Fifty percent!"
Though it seemed to come out of nowhere, Mo Naye instantly grasped Yang Kai's intent. This guy was clearly demanding half of all the resources the Mo race mined on the Mo Battlefield. His appetite was outrageously excessive!
The resources were mined by the Mo race, meant to be transported to the front lines to bolster the Mo race's strength—to be used against the humans. The humans hadn't lifted a finger, yet this man wanted to take fifty percent?
Worse still, if the humans obtained these resources and used them to enhance their own strength, it would inevitably impact the Mo race.
How could Mo Naye agree to such an act of aiding the enemy? If he did, he would become a sinner of the Mo race for all eternity!
The more Mo Naye dealt with Yang Kai, the more he found the man impossible to cope with. Now he had a fresh evaluation of him—Yang Kai was utterly shameless and thick-skinned, capable of making such an absurd demand without a shred of decency.
Suppressing the fury in his heart, Mo Naye simultaneously sent a message summoning the Domain Lord in charge of resource matters, while flooding his spiritual sense into the communication bead to play dumb: "What exactly does Lord Yang Kai mean? Please elaborate!"
The communication bead soon trembled again, and Yang Kai replied with just two words: "Heh heh."
Mo Naye's brow twitched. Yang Kai's detestable face inexplicably surfaced in his mind, wearing that cold, mocking sneer. The rage he had just suppressed came boiling back up again.
"Lord Mo Naye!" The summoned Domain Lord arrived quickly and bowed respectfully.
Mo Naye looked up and asked, "Counting from the last month, how many teams have failed to return on schedule?"
"Five!" the Domain Lord replied.
"How many came back?"
"Also five!"
Five missing, five returned—exactly the fifty-fifty split. Mo Naye knew this was no coincidence. Yang Kai had done it deliberately. His message was crystal clear: he didn't need the Mo race's approval. If he said he was taking fifty percent, then he would take fifty percent.
If he wanted to, he could even take the other half.
This was utterly intolerable!
Facing a threat as troublesome as Yang Kai, Mo Naye had always practiced patience above all else, never confronting him directly. He understood full well that the Mo race currently had no effective way to deal with Yang Kai.
In terms of raw strength, both he and the King Lord were superior to Yang Kai. In a one-on-one fight, they could steadily suppress him.
However, as long as Yang Kai couldn't be killed, all confrontation was meaningless. The occasion at the Sacred Spirit Ancestral Ground had been a heaven-sent opportunity. With the Four Gates and Eight Palaces Mijing Array sealing off heaven and earth, Yang Kai's greatest trump card—the Dao of Space—had been rendered useless. That was the closest the Mo race had ever come to slaying Yang Kai.
Unfortunately, Di Wu had bungled it. Not only did the Mo race lose several Innate Domain Lords in the process, Di Wu himself had perished there.
The Dao of Space… this was without question the Dao that gave the Mo race the worst headaches!
And aside from him and the King Lord, none of the other Mo race powerhouses were a match for Yang Kai. Three thousand years ago, Yang Kai had slaughtered Domain Lords as easily as chopping chickens and dogs. Back then, he had needed to rely on a strange soul secret technique, but now, three thousand years later, his strength had grown far beyond what it was back then. Innate Domain Lords were no longer enough to impress him—even if they formed a coordinated formation, they might not be able to do anything to him.
Facing such a troublesome existence, how could Mo Naye not proceed with extreme caution?
The reason the Mo race had sought peace with the humans in the first place had also been consideration of this very factor. In the situation at that time, Yang Kai's individual strength had already become an uncontrollable nightmare for the Mo race! If that was the case, their only option was to pin their hopes on the future.
If the day came when the Mo race produced a large number of King Lords, then the role Yang Kai could play would naturally diminish significantly.
Over these years, Yang Kai had been dashing about ceaselessly, his whereabouts shrouded in mystery, pursuing nothing less than matters of great consequence.