When the projection of the Myriad Opportunities Furnace appeared once more after several decades, the Human Race powerhouses across more than ten Great Domain battlefields had long since made their preparations.
Setting aside Qingyang and Langya Domains, which had been largely pacified, even in the other Great Domain battlefields where the fighting remained fierce, the Human Race had essentially secured control over this particular region of space.
The news was immediately relayed to the Human Race General Headquarters. Upon receiving the intelligence, Mi Jinglun's brows furrowed slightly.
The timing seemed a bit early!
According to intelligence provided by Blood Crow, the last time the Myriad Opportunities Furnace appeared and then closed, roughly a hundred years had elapsed. Of course, that century referred to the passage of time in the outside world. Within the Myriad Opportunities Furnace itself, it hadn't felt particularly long, because in the initial stages, both time and space seemed extremely blurred—a state of primordial chaos—making it difficult to determine exactly how much time had passed inside.
But it didn't matter too much.
All the arrangements that needed to be made had been made. What remained was to see how effective those arrangements would prove.
Gently setting down the intelligence report in his hand, Mi Jinglun picked up another.
The emergence of the Myriad Opportunities Furnace had triggered an all-out war between the Human Race and the Ink Clan. In truth, the Human Race wasn't fully prepared yet, but neither was the Ink Clan.
Qingyang Domain and Langya Domain, under the watch of two Ninth Grade Human Race powerhouses, had been largely reclaimed. The Ink Clan powerhouses within them had either been killed or had long since fled. Domain Gates throughout had been firmly secured by the Human Race, leaving only the mopping-up operations.
Across the other Great Domain battlefields, the Human Race held the advantage in most of them.
Setting aside the other battlefields for the moment, in Qingyang and Langya Domains alone, the Human Race already possessed the capital to press its advantage, but Mi Jinglun had not issued such orders.
The Human Race army's total numbers were far fewer than the Ink Clan's, and the same held true for their individual powerhouses. Pressing the pursuit might not yield significant results.
If the battle lines were stretched too thin, it would offer little benefit to the Human Race.
If the Human Race wished to reclaim the Three Thousand Worlds, they needed to advance methodically, sweeping through each Great Domain one by one and driving the Ink Clan from the homeland where the Human Race had dwelled for hundreds of thousands of years.
So he waited—for the Myriad Opportunities Furnace to close. Only by killing the Ink Clan powerhouses who had entered the furnace as well would the Human Race be free of concerns from behind.
Otherwise, with their powerhouses dispatched to the front lines, any Ink Clan strongmen causing havoc in the rear would pose a serious problem.
And now, the moment had arrived!
What he needed to consider was how, after reclaiming the more than ten Great Domain battlefields, the Human Race should advance to better recover their lost territories.
When the enormous phantom of the Myriad Opportunities Furnace manifested, the Ink Clan powerhouses across all the Great Domain battlefields—except Qingyang and Langya—immediately sprang into action.
Mo Yu had long since issued his orders: the moment any anomalies appeared in the regions of space where the Myriad Opportunities Furnace projection had previously manifested, the Ink Clan army was to press forward in full force. Regardless of what the Human Race was plotting, attacking was always the right choice.
A great battle erupted in an instant, and this time it once again swept across more than ten Great Domain battlefields.
Shortly after the Myriad Opportunities Furnace projection appeared, within that projected space, one after another ghostly figures materialized—they were none other than the Human Race and Ink Clan powerhouses who had previously entered the furnace through this very point.
Most of the Ink Clan powerhouses were still in a state of confusion. Not every member of the Ink Clan knew that returning to the point of origin upon leaving the furnace world was possible; those who possessed such knowledge were, after all, only a few.
Amid that confusion, powerful attacks were already sweeping in from every direction!
The Human Race powerhouses, who had been fully prepared, unleashed their strongest divine abilities and secret techniques in that very instant.
Not only that, but the Human Race powerhouses who had appeared here alongside the Ink Clan powerhouses—emerging from the furnace world—were rapidly forming defensive arrays. They simultaneously shielded themselves from the residual shockwaves of their allies' attacks while seizing opportunities to strike down the powerful enemies beside them.
Powerful auras were extinguished one after another. In that moment, the Ink Clan's Domain Lords suffered devastating casualties, and even the Pseudo King Lords found it difficult to preserve themselves amid the storm-like barrage of attacks.
In Qingyang Domain, Luo Tinghe's tall, lithe figure had already charged into the fray, cutting through as though entering unguarded territory. Any Domain Lord who caught her eye would barely survive three breaths.
In Langya Domain, Wei Junyang, clad in golden armor and wielding a long spear, slaughtered until rivers of blood flowed.
In places guarded by two Ninth Grade powerhouses, the battle was essentially a one-sided massacre. Only Pseudo King Lord-level powerhouses could hold out against them for any length of time.
Where there was favorable terrain, there was also unfavorable.
On the Xuanming Domain battlefield—as the Great Domain that had once been personally guarded by Yang Kai, that terrifying star—the Ink Clan had accorded it due gravity. Over the past several decades, the fighting in Xuanming Domain had remained fiercely deadlocked. Were it not for the Sacred Spirits who had come to assist, this front would likely have fallen already.
Even with the Sacred Spirits' aid, the Xuanming Army struggled to expand its gains. The primary reason was the considerable number of enemy Pseudo King Lords. Fortunately, through one battle after another, both large and small, the Xuanming Army had firmly secured control over the region of space containing the Myriad Opportunities Furnace projection.
This time, when the Myriad Opportunities Furnace projection appeared again, the Ink Clan army pressed forward in full force, and the Xuanming Army found itself hard pressed to hold.
It wasn't that the Xuanming Army couldn't fight—this was the army under Yang Kai's command. In name, Yang Kai still served as the Xuanming Army's Commander. With such a Commander, the entire Xuanming Army, both in terms of martial bearing and morale, stood second to none among the various great armies.