Published: February 11, 2025
“How big is it?”
Ling Kun, due to his strength, now essentially leads the posthumous children, with Niao and Hongxiang assisting him.
“It’s very large,” Zai Li gestured, “I can’t specify exactly how many, but in short, they cover the plains, the mountains, and the rivers.”
“I think they’ve all come out of their nests.”
Zai Li’s words left everyone in the room speechless for a long time.
Whether it was Ye Zhongming, the Holy Maiden, or the Overlords who had lived many years in this world, they were all somewhat stunned by the number.
Countless!
Yes, the quantity was too many to count!
Ye Zhongming and Xia Lei, who sat beside him, had witnessed a zombie siege before; millions of them had nearly brought Cloud Summit to its knees.
That had been thanks to their strong city walls that allowed for a valiant defense.
At that time, there were only a few million zombies, and although the number of human evolvers was small, it was still over six digits, not counting the hundreds of thousands of posthumous child warriors that later joined the battlefield.
Also, at that time, there were very few flying mutated zombies among the swarm, and in the air, Cloud Summit had hardly encountered any significant threats.
But now it was different; now these monsters had aerial forces that made up almost one-fifth or even more of their total numbers. Without the protection of strong city walls, how could the Royal City possibly defend itself?
“In fact, when facing these monsters, we have fought them with all our might before, but at that time, we outnumbered them in terms of top-tier experts—at least, we had as many ninth-level beings as they did, if not more. There was no risk of a level suppression happening, but now…”
Zai Li sat down somewhat dejectedly and said in a voice that he felt was obscure even to himself, “That ninth-level monster… has come.”
The scene fell silent once again; everyone knew what this meant.
In the past, the posthumous children and the Temple of Dawn belonged to humanity, and there had been at least one ninth-level Holy Father stationed there. Even when the Holy Father chased Red Hair to the Cursed Abyss, that ninth-level monster had merely shown itself and then retreated.
As beings of the same level, as top-tier beings, they all understood that fighting each other would lead to nothing but an immediate collapse of space.
But now it was different; the ninth-level existence on the human side was dead, and a serious gap had opened up in top-tier powers between the two sides. If war broke out, it would put humanity in a position of being at the mercy of others.
Ninth-level monsters wouldn’t care about consequences like the ninth-level Holy Father did; it was said that this monster overlord was much younger than the Holy Father and didn’t mind the consumption of energy within its body. Even if it exhausted its energy, it could absorb it from its sea of subordinates or simply plunder it from humans.
In other words, if a conflict broke out, humanity would have to face a complete ninth-level life form.
Without the light of divine punishment, without the Spirit Feeding Totem, without the critical knife at their backs—how could the people present here confront a complete ninth-level being?
Perhaps all it would take was a single breath from that being, and everyone sitting here would perish.
“The last time monsters of this scale attacked, what happened?” Ye Zhongming suddenly asked.
The Holy Maiden looked at Ye Zhongming and said, “It was probably several hundred days of falling sand ago. At that time, the monsters had been reproducing and thriving for a long time, their numbers exceeding imagination, so much so that the Night Demon Plain could hardly contain them. Even though they had gone through a very brutal elimination process, allowing many monsters to evolve rapidly to consume each other's numbers, they gradually reached their limit. So at that time, the monster king—Mei Xiu and Coffey—launched a war against us.”