I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Chapter 315 Basic Operations

"The atmosphere of ancient Tang Dynasty."

The deep voice echoed in the depths of the sea of blood, like a stone thrown into a deep well, its echo reverberating against the well walls for a long time before slowly dissipating.

The dark red light in the depths of the sea of blood stopped churning as those words were spoken.

After a moment of stillness, countless red orbs of light burst forth simultaneously, their glow changing from dark red to a dazzling scarlet, making the entire starry sky appear as if it had been splashed with scalding blood.

The vast starry sky was dyed crimson, and the portholes of all the empire's warships were tinted with a single, dark red filter.

In the human battle formation, everyone's face turned dark red under that layer of light.

"It's ancient Tang!"

"It truly has the feel of the Tang Dynasty!"

The voices from the depths of the sea of blood multiplied from one to dozens, from dozens to hundreds, and then to thousands.

The sounds, as if suppressed for too long, suddenly found an outlet, surging forth from all parts of the sea of blood, carrying an emotion that Wang Wei had never heard before.

It's not just simple anger and hatred, but a kind of repression that feels like it's been separated by thousands of years.

From the depths of the sea of blood, countless figures surged forth in a frenzy.

The figures coalesced from within the dark red orb of light, first as a blurry outline, then limbs, torso, and head emerged one by one, like a painting slowly scooped up from the depths of ink.

Their skin was dark red, and their blood was crimson, as if the blood inside their bodies was seeping out from under their skin.

A terrifying aura emanated from them.

One after another, crimson orbs of light coalesced into human shapes, densely covering the surface of the sea of blood.

The number of those red figures far exceeded the golden armor formation of the Yu army, stretching from nearby to the horizon, like a sea of people on fire.

A figure emerged from the center of the sea of blood at the very front.

His face was marked with blood-red lines, which stretched from his forehead to his jaw, like a map etched into his skin.

His gaze passed over the golden armor formation, over the golden defensive line of the Yu army soldiers, and landed on Wang Wei.

"It's you. You carry the aura of the ancient Tang Dynasty," he said, his voice deep. "Where exactly did the ancient Tang Dynasty go?"

Wang Wei frowned slightly.

"This problem," he said, "requires the payment of primal energy."

The person with blood-stained face froze for a moment.

The red figures behind him also fell silent for a moment, as if they hadn't expected this answer, or as if they had heard a long-awaited response.

"You really know?" There was an extremely subtle tremor in his voice.

Wang Wei blinked, his tone calm: "If you can afford it, I can tell you the answer."

silence.

The voice on the surface of the sea of blood disappeared.

Then, laughter erupted simultaneously from the entire sea of blood.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Laughter erupted simultaneously from thousands of voices, unadorned and unsuppressed, like a stone that had been blocked for millennia finally being broken open.

The dark red figure swayed slightly amidst the laughter.

After the person with blood-red markings finished laughing, their expression returned to normal, and the blood-red color deepened from the depths of their eyes.

He stared at Wang Wei and said, word by word, "As expected of the ancient Tang dynasty, cunning as ever. Do you think my clan hasn't suffered enough losses yet?"

Wang Wei blinked.

This statement contained more information than he had expected.

"The reputation of this shopkeeper is known throughout the eighteen empires," he said, his tone remaining calm. "His word-of-mouth is excellent."

"Reputation?" The man with bloodshot face repeated the two words, as if savoring a taste he hadn't had in a long time.

His expression didn't show obvious anger, but there was a thin, almost transparent layer of coldness in his eyes. "The reputation of the ancient Tang Dynasty is rotten to the core under this starry sky."

Countless crimson gazes swept over Yu Jun, past Wang Wei and Qi, and landed on the human army of the Eighteen Empires!

From within the sea of blood, another voice rang out: "It seems that the endless years have caused the surviving races to forget the debts owed by the ancient Tang Dynasty."

Immediately afterwards, a voice rang in the ears of the human soldiers of the Eighteen Empires:

"It's truly pathetic that you, the people who were wronged and abandoned, are actually helping the descendants of the ancient Tang Dynasty!"

A slight disarray emerged in the allied forces of the eighteen empires.

"You shall yield!" The blood-stained man suddenly spoke, his voice echoing through the starry sky, "My people came for the Tang and Yu dynasties, and have nothing to do with you!"

In the rear, in the Allied Forces' central control room, the eighteen rulers looked at each other in bewilderment.

They mobilized the entire nation to fight the enemy, but in the end, this world-destroying war had nothing to do with them.

It seems the shop owner was the source of the trouble, and the others were just caught in the crossfire.

Inside the main control room,

"It seems to have nothing to do with us," the ruler of the Caesar Empire broke the silence.

"Shall we leave?" the Emperor of the Evergreen Empire asked in surprise.

"We're on the same side as the shop owner now. If we back out, we'll offend the shop owner. If we cause trouble and then back out, we'll offend both sides."

Upon hearing this, even these rulers dared not make a decision lightly.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Amidst the sea of blood, the man with blood-stained features said in a deep voice, "He can't save you. My race has already invaded this star field, and within a month, this star field will be completely desolate."

"Withdraw!" The First Empire's ruler decisively ordered.

Everyone else looked over.

"The shop owner is a businessman; he can always compensate us later!" the First Empire's ruler explained.

"That makes sense!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the coalition forces issued a withdrawal order.

The eighteen imperial warships and their formations began to retreat in an orderly fashion.

Wang Wei remained silent for a moment.

He was not surprised by the departure of the Eighteen Empires.

It would do him no harm to be able to leave the battlefield.

The words about wreaking havoc on the clan made him waver slightly.

Wang Wei stood still, letting the imperial coalition forces withdraw.