Countless factions from three Continents were now gathered at the Western Continent. There were system factions, player factions, and many Legatees that Great Qin had not destroyed, such as China's Legatees.
There was also Akhenaten and Babilon; they had the human world's last two Clan Armaments.
The Western Continent was quite dangerous and terrifying, but they did not dare to face off against Great Qin directly. After all, Great Qin's strength was simply too horrifying, and facing Great Qin quickly destroying their defensive lines, they had to do something.
'How should we move? How can we avoid a direct confrontation and attack Great Qin from the side?' Tina Pendragon thought to herself as she sat in her throne. This day had finally come; even though she had wanted to directly face Zhao Fu at least once, she understood that she was not a match for Zhao Fu.