Published: February 13, 2025
A massive warship plummeted from the sky, engulfed in smoke, and crashed to the ground, resulting in a violent explosion. This was the last image many beings from various races watching the live broadcast saw that day.
After a long silence, they were left with only a few questions in their hearts.
Divine Artisan City... exploded?
Then... who else is still alive?
Aside from those present, no one knew how many had survived.
Ye slowly raised his head. At that moment, his condition was extremely dire, with half of his Dragon Scales shattered, leaving those areas soaked in blood. His Dragon Horn was broken, and even the claws in front were missing.
From his breath, this leader of the Dragon Race was also incredibly unstable, as if he could die at any moment.
But Ye still held his head high, looking around.
He wanted to see how many of his kin were still alive.
The earlier explosion was not an explosion in the ordinary sense; he felt the power of rules emanating from it, as if a piece of divine level equipment had detonated.
Ye found it hard to imagine that such a massive metal city would be a piece of divine level equipment. However, as he recalled the various conditions in which he had seen the city behemoth, he became somewhat enlightened.
Perhaps, it really was a piece of divine level equipment; it was just that its condition and standards were beyond the understanding of others.
Ye saw some of his kin, and their numbers had clearly decreased significantly. Even though he risked his life to unleash a powerful defensive ability to withstand some of the explosion's force, it was still not enough to keep all his kin safe.
The peak experts had dissipated into energy scattered across the universe, while those who had not reached that level lay in pieces on the ground.
Ye was deeply saddened; these kin would never return to their ancestors' burial site again.
He looked towards other areas, where experts from other races had also suffered devastating blows, with a higher proportion of disappearances than among the Dragon Race.
Even the warship responsible for commanding from afar had suffered an accident and crashed; it was unknown how many survivors there were inside.
Even if some battles were still occurring far away, the Divine Artisan City battle had essentially come to an end.
Ye knew that in this war, they had still emerged victorious.
At this moment, in Divine Artisan City, there was nothing left to hinder the remaining allied forces. The cost had been great, but as long as they were not taken advantage of, the rewards would also be significant.
Ye's body ached painfully, but he had to start considering the issue of profit distribution. If the Rebel Dragon Race did not receive their due rewards this time, then his clan would inevitably fall into despair under his watch.
After the bitter victory, the surviving people began to gather. Their gazes were all fixed on the city behemoth that was half-kneeling on the ground, looking torn and smoking; they knew that the most crucial person was still inside, yet to emerge.
...
Ye Zhongming fell heavily to the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The Crack Nest landed not far from him, rolling across the metallic surface and leaving a clattering sound.
He quickly stood up, but the motion exacerbated his injuries, causing blood to surge up from his throat and spill from the corner of his mouth, forcing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
He had just used the Crack Nest to attack those energy channels, thinking it would disable the massive machine. But unexpectedly, at the moment he struck, terrifying energy erupted from the core, wildly venting through the energy channels. Even though Ye Zhongming tried his best to speed up, he only caught a tail end of it.
It was during the final stage of that violent energy outflow, when the energy level had already decreased significantly, that he struck the channel. The resulting explosion sent him flying, and the recoil was so strong he could barely hold onto his weapon.