Yet, the only solace for Mo Han was that Bai Ling, with his help as a Saint Angel, had finally ascended to the Divine level at this critical juncture. This meant the human faction gained another Divine expert, boosting their chances of victory and providing Mo Han with a small measure of comfort.

Now, everything waited upon the arrival of the Nether Race’s final army and their ultimate sovereign—Hades, the King of the Netherworld. A week later, all finally culminated in the decisive battle. At this final moment, the Human Allied Forces received their ultimate reinforcements: nearly a hundred thousand Elves, hundreds of thousands of the Beast race armies, and several hundred colossal Dragon race behemoths.

It turned out the Holy Dragon Patriarch had been absent precisely to persuade his own clan to join the fight against this continent-wide crisis. Their efforts were not in vain; thanks to the Holy Dragon Patriarch's strenuous persuasion, both the Holy Dragon and the Demonic Dragon clans set aside their ancient grievances at this crucial time to jointly confront the Nether forces.

With the aid of these main forces from across the continent, the strength of the Human Allied Forces instantly soared to a new height, massively bolstering morale. For the relatively weaker Human Alliance, this development was undoubtedly a blessing.

As for why the Human Race was considered the weaker side, it was only upon witnessing the Nether King’s final, massive army that Mo Han and the others truly grasped the overwhelming power of the Nether Race.

The Nether forces had deployed virtually everything; not only were there hundreds upon hundreds of Bone Dragons, but the numbers of their high-tier core troops—the Banshees and the Necromancers—each surpassed the hundred-thousand mark. Furthermore, the Abominations and the Ten-Tier Stone Statues were several times more numerous than before.

The most headache-inducing force, however, was the Nether Gargoyle legions.

The sky, thick with swarms of Gargoyles, was enough to make one’s scalp tingle with dread. It was crucial to remember that these were the Nether Race’s ace units. Never mind the several hundred thousand core Nether troops; even the mere thousand Bone Dragons were enough to give Mo Han and his allies significant trouble.

Although Mo Han had the Dragon race lending their support, the sheer number of Dragons was far too few compared to the Nether Bone Dragon host—the Dragons were barely half the strength of the Bone Dragon army. Coupled with the hundreds of thousands of Gargoyles blotting out the sky, even the Dragon race, upon seeing such a multitude of Gargoyles, would likely turn tail and flee.

“Damn it, the sheer numbers of these Nether forces are no joke. Looking at this army, the Nether King has truly spared no expense this time,” Mo Han couldn't help but curse upon seeing the enemy host.

Just then, a wave of cheers erupted from the rear of the Nether army. Then, a figure clad in shimmering gold appeared, carried amid the adoration of countless Nether beings upon a massive black palanquin, one almost comparable in size to a small courtyard.

It was borne aloft by countless flying Nether creatures, moving slowly toward the front of Weihai City. The hundreds of thousands of Gargoyles and Bone Dragons in the sky gently arrayed themselves behind the black sedan chair.

The leaders among the Human Allied Forces began gripping their weapons tightly, assuming defensive postures.

The black palanquin slowly approached the first line of human defenses—the magical traps. As it drew near, a beam of black light shot forth from the sedan chair, striking a single point within the magical network with unnerving accuracy. What followed was like igniting an entire powder magazine; countless surrounding magical traps began detonating in sequence. The entire line of magical defenses flared up like a burst of fireworks, snapping and crackling, rendering the painstakingly laid traps utterly useless.

Those watching from afar, including Mo Han, gasped in sharp intake of air. Mo Han, now a Divine Magic God, immediately recognized the terrifying nature of that single strike. With his own power, he might have been able to forcibly break a tiny section of the traps, perhaps.

But to shatter a defensive line composed of tens of thousands of magical traps with the release of a single, minor spell was utterly impossible, even for someone of Mo Han's Divine Magic God status. Even the slightly more powerful magic user, Bryce, could not manage such a feat, let alone anyone else. The casual display of power by the Nether King had profoundly shocked Mo Han and his companions.

At this moment, the golden figure inside the black palanquin slowly emerged. Mo Han assumed he would finally see the true face of Hades, the Nether King. But to Mo Han’s astonishment, though Hades wore no mask, he found himself utterly incapable of discerning the King’s appearance.

Hades’ entire visage was shrouded in a faint layer of black mist. His body was encased in thin, metallic armor, yet he projected an aura of utter supremacy, looking down upon all creation. Every human soldier involuntarily lowered their head, only the most powerful experts managing to stand firm through sheer willpower.

Though Mo Han himself remained outwardly unaffected, he was deeply frustrated. He had tried desperately to peer through the mist shrouding Hades’ features, but no matter how hard he focused, he could not penetrate the thin black veil. This Hades was exactly like the vision Mo Han had inherited from his Saint Angel memories: his appearance remained entirely obscured.

Seeing his efforts were futile, Mo Han reluctantly gave up trying to see clearly and focused his gaze on the adversary, wondering what motive Hades had for approaching alone.

Hades, however, was unexpectedly calm, quietly surveying the human army before him.

The feeling he projected was as if the millions arrayed before him were nothing more than a swarm of ants—an intensely oppressive sensation. Many Allied soldiers with weaker wills could not withstand the pressure and slumped helplessly to the ground.

If this continued, the Human Allied Forces would likely lose all fighting spirit under Hades' mere presence before a single blow was struck. In that case, the outcome of the war would be self-evident.

Just then, a piercing shriek tore through the entire sky. Those human soldiers crushed by Hades' aura, struggling for breath, suddenly felt the oppressive weight lift; the sensation pinning them down vanished without a trace with that single cry.

Hades, who had been motionless, snapped his head up, two deep beams of light flashing from his eyes as he fixed his gaze upon Mo Han above Weihai City. That sharp cry had been Mo Han, realizing the severity of the situation and unleashing his full power to break the psychic pressure Hades had generated.

“Saint Angel, it has been a long time.”

Hades finally spoke. Though his voice was soft, it carried clearly to the ears of the millions present, as if he were whispering directly beside them. His tone was deep yet laced with a languid quality that was strangely pleasant, a stark contrast to the grating, crow-like voices of other Nether beings.

“Hades, two millennia have passed, and your power has indeed grown,” Mo Han responded calmly.

“You disappoint me,” Hades continued in the same placid tone. “Compared to the you of the past, you are truly underwhelming now. Do you truly believe you can prevent the Nether Race from entering the Longteng Continent like this?”

“Haven't you already found the answer?” Mo Han replied with a smile.

“Heh, true. If you were to yield now, you wouldn't be the Saint Angel,” Hades chuckled. “But I will offer you humans an opportunity. Do you dare to gamble with me, Saint Angel?”

“Gamble on what?” Unsure of Hades’ intentions, Mo Han felt a flicker of curiosity.

“If you defeat me, then the millions of Nether troops behind me will naturally retreat back to the Netherworld. But if you fail, then I’m afraid you must retreat to your original positions. I only require half of the Longteng Continent’s land. I won't concern myself with how you divide the remainder, and I guarantee I will never command the Nether forces to step onto the other half belonging to you. How about it, do you dare take that bet, Saint Angel?”

Upon hearing Hades’ proposition, murmurs erupted throughout the Human Allied Forces. Mo Han inwardly sighed at Hades’ shrewdness; with such a casual proposal, he had successfully stirred dissent among the already fragile Human Alliance. Representatives from several distant factions began shifting their gazes, seriously contemplating Hades’ offer.

Everyone trusted that Hades, as the King of the Netherworld, would not deceive them. This way, they could avoid direct conflict with the Nether Race. If Hades only claimed half the land, wouldn't their own nations be quite safe?

Even many Allied soldiers harbored similar thoughts. The sheer terror inspired by the Nether Race had deeply imprinted itself upon their minds, instilling a primal fear. Unless absolutely necessary, many soldiers genuinely preferred not to fight. For a moment, a slight disorder began to ripple through the Human Alliance lines.

However, Mo Han knew that if he did not immediately halt this unrest, these minor disturbances would quickly spread, becoming uncontrollable later on.

Leaping up,