The Ink Clan reinforcement's main camp erupted into sudden battle the moment the two Giant Gods appeared.
After the initial wave of panic and confusion, the reinforcement army finally managed to stabilize their formation. Through coordinated maneuvers and unified effort, they managed to mount a defense against the Giant Gods' assault.
Though the situation remained grim, it was no longer a one-sided slaughter.
Wounds began to appear on the two Giant Gods' bodies—great chunks of rock-like material breaking off and raining down under the Ink Clan army's relentless attacks.
Being able to mount such an effective response under such hasty circumstances, this reinforcement army truly deserved to be called an elite force.
But what truly gave the Ink Clan powerhouses a headache weren't these two Giant Gods. No matter how powerful the Giant Gods might be, they were an overt force—something the army could deal with through proper coordination and countermeasures.
What truly posed an enormous threat to them was the Human Race's killing star lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment!
This Human Race killer named Yang Kai moved like a phantom, his whereabouts impossible to predict. Even the Pseudo Lords couldn't discern his movements. Every time he appeared, every time he struck, a Pseudo Lord was guaranteed to suffer!
Though this was their first encounter with such an enemy, and the battle had barely begun, this Human had already become a shadow of death that loomed over every Ink Clan Pseudo Lord's heart!
He never targeted anyone other than the Pseudo Lords!
In an impossibly short span of time, over twenty Pseudo Lords had fallen to his hand. And until now, the remaining Pseudo Lords had yet to come up with any effective countermeasure.
If it were possible, the best response for the Pseudo Lords would be to conceal themselves within the army. However, due to the drawbacks of the Reversion Technique, each Pseudo Lord's aura was difficult to suppress. Every one of them blazed like a bright light in the darkness—even standing amidst tens of millions of troops, they remained conspicuously visible.
Unable to defeat him, unable to find him—this situation was practically unsolvable.
"I want to know what's happening at the Primordial Heavens Great Restriction. Anyone who can tell me what's going on over there—I'll spare their life!"
The voice of that Human suddenly rang out across the battlefield, reaching every Ink Clan member's ears.
A Pseudo Lord's expression suddenly shifted, his eyes blazing with sharp light. He threw a devastating punch toward a patch of empty void: "He's there!"
His full-power strike shattered the void like a dropped mirror.
But there was nothing there.
The next instant, Yang Kai's voice sounded right beside the Pseudo Lord's ear.
"Wrong answer!"
A flash of light erupted. As the void froze, the Pseudo Lord remained frozen in his punching stance—but his head had already separated from his body. Ink-black blood gushed from the severed neck, staining a vast expanse of the void.
"Does nobody want to say anything?" Yang Kai's voice came again. Two more Pseudo Lords charged confidently toward the source of the voice, but before their attacks even landed, Yang Kai had already appeared behind them. His spear thrust with blinding speed, detonating their bodies.
Before more Pseudo Lords could converge on him, Yang Kai's figure vanished once more.
"My previous question seems difficult to answer. Then let me ask something else—has Mo awakened? There's a Human Race army outside the Primordial Heavens Great Restriction. What's their situation?"
Immediately, a short-tempered Pseudo Lord snarled: "You want to know the whereabouts of that Human Race army? They're all dead! And you'll be next!"
The words had barely left his mouth when Yang Kai materialized directly in front of him.
The Pseudo Lord had been covertly searching for Yang Kai's position, but the sheer audacity of the man appearing right before his eyes caught him completely off guard.
By the time he recovered his wits, Yang Kai's palm had already slapped down on his head. His fingers spread wide, clamping onto the Pseudo Lord's skull.
What happened next terrified the Pseudo Lord to his very core. In that instant, he felt every inch of his flesh, every ounce of his power, sealed by some unfathomable mysterious force. Simply having his head seized rendered him completely unable to muster even a shred of resistance—just like that, Yang Kai lifted him up and carried him away.
The nearby Ink Clan powerhouses roared in fury and terror, hurling technique after technique at Yang Kai.
But Yang Kai's figure flickered and shifted constantly, darting across the battlefield, causing every attack to strike empty air.
Clutching the Pseudo Lord's head, he dodged the Ink Clan's encirclement while gazing down at his captive with an indifferent expression: "Among us Humans, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. Speaking carelessly comes with a price!"
The captive Pseudo Lord was a defiant one. Even while restrained, he showed no intention of compromising, only grinning savagely: "What price are you going to make me pay? The worst that can happen is death! So what if you kill me? You'll never be a match for the Sovereign. In this world, only the Ink is eternal!"
"Who said I was going to kill you?" Yang Kai glanced at him with mild indifference.
The Pseudo Lord felt a wave of overwhelming malice wash over him. He had faced even death with composure, yet now a bone-deep chill crept through his entire body.
"You lot just came out of the Primordial Heavens Great Restriction not long ago, so you've probably never seen what the Purifying Light looks like. Today, I'll be generous and let me show you something!" As Yang Kai spoke, two marks appeared on the back of his hand. Then a blue and yellow radiance began to flow outward, converging onto the captive Pseudo Lord.
Terror—utter, overwhelming terror—immediately surfaced on the face of the Pseudo Lord in his grip.
This Ink Clan reinforcement army had indeed only recently emerged from the Primordial Heavens Great Restriction. They had indeed never encountered the Purifying Light firsthand. But they had at least heard whispers of this power that could counteract the Ink's energy.