Published: February 10, 2025
"What's the boss planning?"
Many warriors from Cloud Summit saw the figure amidst the clouds of dust and this thought surged in their minds.
They were not clear about what a ninth-level evolver looked like, but they had seen eighth-level masters. Everyone knew that they too were flesh and blood, capable of being injured and killed.
When faced with an onslaught, they could be quickly defeated.
Even if it resulted in significant casualties, they could still rely on numbers to overwhelm the enemy.
Ye Zhongming was powerful; no one would deny that, even Ling Kun or the Guardian of the Sacred Pool would admit it. If they fought Ye Zhongming one-on-one, the chances of winning would be around forty to sixty, with Ye Zhongming having a slight advantage.
However, no one believed that Ye Zhongming could single-handedly block that gap, facing the charge of six to seven thousand elite cavalry all on his own.
Let alone the countless warriors from the Temple of Dawn behind those cavalry.
Many voices arose, shouts from numerous people. Ye Zhongming heard them but paid no mind; in his eyes, there were only the rushing enemies before him.
Yes, enemies.
All along, Ye Zhongming had been reluctant to use these two words to describe the warriors of the Temple of Dawn. In a certain sense, he admired this civilization, which was more advanced than the posthumous children.
He preferred to view this war from an outsider’s perspective—despite the fact that he actually stood in the camp of the posthumous children.
But that didn’t make him like this war or the people of the Temple of Dawn.
Because their arrival had stalled Ye Zhongming’s plans.
Why had Ye Zhongming been tirelessly managing the Blue Secret Realm, even going so far as to bring Cloud Summit warriors here to fight? Why issue bounties and offer vast wealth to lure more evolvers from Earth to defend the Royal City?
It was because this place could be said to be the greatest treasure Ye Zhongming had obtained after his rebirth.
Here, he had everything he needed: various materials, minerals, magic crystals, land, and population...
With all of this, Ye Zhongming had a sliver of capital to resist those mysterious beings that loomed high above, looking down on Earth.
For a time, Ye Zhongming even viewed combat skills and soul techniques as his last resort... He feared that everything he currently possessed would become utterly useless when truly confronted by those beings.
Because all of these were what they had "given."
In Ye Zhongming’s mind, this was his land of hope, which, although not very stable compared to Earth, still held promise.
And the Temple of Dawn aimed to destroy all of it.
They had severely affected Ye Zhongming’s interests.
Thus, they were enemies.
Once seen as enemies, they naturally had to be eradicated with full force.
In simple terms, Ye Zhongming viewed this place as his backyard, and once the posthumous children relocated, it would wholly belong to him, to Cloud Summit.
Yet the Temple of Dawn had encroached on Ye Zhongming's cheese.
Having experienced life and death, Ye Zhongming's mindset had become somewhat extreme. Since he had made such a determination, he would continue to believe it.
Now, with the city walls collapsing and the Royal City on the verge of falling, his backyard was about to be occupied by others, and Ye Zhongming was anxious.
He had faced life and death countless times, and what he lacked the least was the spirit to gamble.
This time, he was still going to take a chance.
Leading a thousand guards was Rong Zhi, who charged ahead and saw Ye Zhongming standing there, a disdainful sneer on his face.
Even beings as close to divine as the Holy Father would not willingly face a full cavalry charge, let alone challenge an entire legion alone.
Because even if he won, the cost would be tremendous.
Being close to divine only meant approaching godhood; it didn’t mean he was a god.
Behind Rong Zhi was Nan Jin and his five thousand radiant knights, who also noticed the solitary figure standing there.