About six light-years from where Andrew Han was, thirty massive interstellar ships sped through the dark vacuum at hundreds of times the speed of light. This was a star-sector-wide population migration, and each giant migration ship held countless sleep pods—each standard pod able to accommodate over a hundred million ordinary people at once.
If it were the old Earth, even if all the nations' populations gathered together, only about a hundred sleep pods would be needed.
This alone shows that these seemingly inconspicuous starships actually carried an ocean of lives. The dense and overwhelming mortal blood-qi caught Andrew's attention—and also exerted a constant, terrifying allure on the Starry Sky Fiends lurking along the ships' inner hulls.
Temptation, seduction—desires arising from the deepest recesses of their bloodlines.
In the distant ages past, third-rate Humans were merely food for Starry Sky Fiends—just as rice is a staple for people in China.
By rights, they should have torn off their disguises and devoured everyone in a single gulp, then unleashed a slaughter... Yet at this moment, the Starry Sky Fiends present froze in an instant, as if transformed into vivid, savage statues.
Andrew Han’s realm appeared within their senses—a true, fully stabilized Cosmos Union Tier!
"Impossible!"
"How could it be so fast? It shouldn’t be this fast."
"He’s already reached the Cosmos Union Tier? How did he do it—have we been exposed? Is this a trap set by the Humans, luring us in and ending years of our infiltration?" Many Starry Sky Fiends stared at Andrew Han in shock, both alarmed and furious.
According to their original plan, this was supposed to be the perfect time for them to strike.
However—
Seeing Andrew Han, a Human at the Cosmos Union Tier, was a severe deviation from their expectations, and they hesitated.
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A dragon-shaped Starry Sky Fiend cursed under its breath: "Why was the intel fake? This is absurd—completely wrong. Andrew Han’s realm aura is so stable; he’s clearly been at the Cosmos Union Tier for a long time, nowhere near the Sublimation Stage!"
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Nearby, a Starry Sky Fiend resembling a bird or phoenix flapped its wings, radiating ferocity: "A realm breakthrough during the transition can be interrupted, but Andrew Han’s soul and heart are in harmony—we’re powerless against that."
If someone in the Sublimation Stage suffers a massive blow, is affected by external forces, or interfered with, their progress can be halted—at that point, the Soul Crystal-Diamond may partially fracture, and Andrew Han wouldn’t be able to reach the Cosmos Union Tier for a long time.
It would take billions of eras to dissolve such damage.
And by the time those billions of eras passed, the Invisible War that had just begun would already be over. The Fiends would much rather see the Humans defeated, even willing to pay any price to weaken the Human race’s living strength. Andrew Han, the new-generation Eternal King, was just one example.
The greatest regret was missing the moment, losing their chance.
In short—
Opportunities once lost never return; they could no longer destroy Andrew Han.
"Hmph."
The immortal Starry Sky Fiend resembling a bird or phoenix rumbled in a low, thunderous voice: "Do we retreat immediately, or press the attack—what should we do? The original plan was to destroy this Human Heaven-King, Andrew Han. If we could somehow kill him, that would be ideal."
"But given the current situation, the chances of killing Andrew Han are very low."
Reality was completely different from their plan—Andrew Han had already reached the Cosmos Union Tier.
This made them hesitate, their once unshakable killing intent now wavering as they exchanged uncertain glances.
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"Withdraw for now—temporarily retreat."
"Leaving is the wisest choice."
"Absolutely not! Retreating at the frontline is the greatest taboo in war. Not only would the Nether Clan punish us, even our own kind would never forgive such 'wise' desertion—it would be treated as a near-capital offense."
Many Starry Sky Fiends spoke up, the scene resembling a heated argument.
The next moment—
The dragon-shaped Starry Sky Fiend roared, "Everyone!"
The sound waves reverberated, drawing the gaze of every Starry Sky Fiend present.
"We cannot retreat!"
The dragon-shaped Starry Sky Fiend growled, "At this point, there’s nowhere left to retreat—death is the only path! Don’t you understand? Even if we tried to withdraw, where would we go? To the Nether Clan, to our own kind, we’re already dead!"
Looking around, the cabin was silent; only the dragon-shaped Starry Sky Fiend’s domineering voice echoed through every corner of the starship: "Years of hiding have ended, and we’ve mobilized all our hidden strength within the Ancient Nations of the cosmos. In truth, we have no choice."
"Death."