Published: March 12, 2025
The Divine and Demonic races finally sensed that something was amiss. They had not received any news from their spies for several days. Although the soldiers at Zhao Hai's location had not retreated, combined with the content of the previous intelligence, they felt uneasy. They feared that the intelligence was true—what if the people of the Ark Continent really had migrated?
Just the thought of it made the Divine and Demonic races anxious. However, the unease among the demon clan was somewhat lesser, as their primary goal was to seize the land of the Ark Continent. Even if all the people from the Ark Continent migrated, it wouldn't affect them much.
On the other hand, the divine race was more focused on claiming the lives of the people of the Ark Continent. They viewed this invasion as an act of revenge since the people of the Ark Continent had previously defeated them. For the proud divine race, this was intolerable. However, they currently had no good strategies. Although reinforcements from the demon clan were continuously arriving, the Great Demon Lord would not arrive for several more days. The Dragon King didn't want to attack before the Great Demon Lord arrived, so he was waiting.
The situation for the divine race was a bit more complex. They believed that informing the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe about the annihilation of their kind would prompt these two vengeful races to send their elites to fight Zhao Hai desperately.
However, they did not realize that when they conveyed this news to the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe, those two races were indeed mobilizing, but their speed was frustratingly slow. After several days, they hadn’t even finished assembling their forces. This was clearly just delaying tactics, which puzzled Yun Tianlei, who couldn't understand what the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe were playing at.
In fact, Yun Tianlei overlooked one thing. As Zhao Hai had said before, the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe held grudges. However, when it came to hatred towards the divine race, it ran even deeper. The previous massacre of the barbarian and Winged Horse people could not be blamed on Zhao Hai. If the divine race had not invaded the Ark Continent, those barbarian and Winged Horse people would naturally not have died. If one were to settle the score, it should indeed fall on the divine race.
But Yun Tianlei hadn’t considered this. He always thought from the perspective of a superior, believing that the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe should listen to the divine race. If they didn’t, and got killed, they deserved it. After all, they were the divine race's slaves; what right did they have to resent the divine race?
It was precisely because of this mindset that Yun Tianlei misjudged the reactions of the two races, wasting a lot of time. Finally, after sensing something was off, and after sending a stern letter to both races, the speed at which the barbarian race and the Winged Horse Tribe acted picked up slightly. During this time, the Ark Continent had undergone drastic changes. Aside from some isolated magical beasts, almost nothing alive could be seen. Only the undead beings were still busy.
Zhao Hai sat in the space, letting out a sigh of relief. Now he could finally relax. The entire Ark Continent had entered the space, and everyone was safe. He had lifted a significant burden from his heart. The only remaining concerns were how to upgrade the space and how to deal with the Divine and Demonic races.
The people of the Ark Continent were living very happily in the space. The air in the space was better than that of the Ark Continent, and the crop yields were higher. Additionally, the governmental departments from various countries had been completely relocated to the space. Coupled with the original supplies from the Ark Continent that Zhao Hai had transferred into the spatial city, the lives of the common people from the Ark Continent were now even more prosperous than before.