Among the five Demon race Immortals in the World Ring, each was incredibly massive, with two even approaching or exceeding one hundred kilometers in size.
These two Demon race beings, approaching or exceeding one hundred kilometers, resembled centipedes, possessing over a thousand sharp, scythe-like hooked legs, and were covered in black, metallic-sheened carapaces, with large pincer mouths.
They were none other than the Demon race Royal Clan—the Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan!
The Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan Immortal, whose body length exceeded one hundred kilometers and whose imposing aura far surpassed that of the other Demon race Immortal, said, "Losak, are you sure that World Master Cloud Vine is here?"
Hearing this question, the slightly smaller Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan Immortal replied, "Brother, according to the information I received two months ago, that Human World Master who possesses the 108 Main Vines Cloud Vine is active in this 03 Area."
"Two months ago?" A Demon race Immortal, covered in long fur and resembling a gnu, said in a deep voice, "Losak, sir, is the information you received outdated? Two months is enough time for that World Master Cloud Vine to escape back to Human Territory."
"Outdated information, that's possible..." Losak, who had escaped from Ender's hands, changed the subject, "But I have a hunch that Human team should still be nearby. With the 108 Main Vines Cloud Vine in their possession, they should be hunting here for a long time."
"What Losak, sir, says makes some sense." Hearing Losak's words, another Demon race Immortal said, "But the problem is, are we supposed to just keep waiting here until that World Master Cloud Vine appears before we pursue him?"
Finally, that Demon race Immortal asked, "Marquis Yiren, what is your opinion?"
The one referred to as Marquis Yiren was precisely the Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan Immortal who had spoken first and whose body length reached over one hundred kilometers.
"One month!" Marquis Yiren said in a deep voice, "Losak, I can only stay here for a maximum of one month. After one month, whether that World Master Cloud Vine is here or not, I will leave."
Upon hearing this, Losak quickly and respectfully thanked him, "Thank you, Brother."
He and Marquis Yiren were not blood brothers, but rather clan members with a good relationship during their weaker period. For him to come and stay here for over a month was already giving him a lot of Face, and he dared not hope to waste any more of his time.
As Losak expressed his gratitude, Marquis Yiren glanced at him again with his compound eyes, thinking, "I hope the World Master Cloud Vine you spoke of is truly here..."
...
More than ten days later.
Eighty million kilometers away, on a planetary wreckage.
Inside the F9-class metal lounge, Ender and the others sat on sofas, either communicating via voice transmission or playing in the Virtual Universe with their consciousness. This was their rare leisure time.
However, most people, while resting, would occasionally look at the light screen projected above the lounge to observe the movements of that Demon race team.
Although Ender had a large detector, he still, like the other team members, periodically checked on the Demon race team. His intuition told him that the Demon race team had a very big problem.
As a cautious person, he would not put himself in a dangerous situation; this had always been his way of doing things.
"No matter what your origin is, even if my intuition is wrong, I have the patience to outlast you."
Looking at the motionless light screen, Ender thought to himself, "I have a King-level Immortal miniature detector to shield myself, so I'm not afraid to outlast you."
Having a superior detector to shield himself was his confidence in being able to outlast that Demon race team, because he could observe the opponent's movements, while the opponent could not observe their team.
"Atlas, are you being overly cautious?"
Lightning Flash seemed a bit impatient. Seeing Ender glance at the light screen in the sky, he said, "If that Demon race team had a problem, they should have directly attacked us, after all, among all the Demon race opposing faction teams, we are one of the closest teams to them."
Hearing Lightning Flash's words, the other team members all looked at Ender, wanting to hear his reply.
"Under normal circumstances, that's correct." Ender nodded slightly, and after a brief thought, replied, "But there's a prerequisite, and that is if they can detect our existence."
"Detect us?" Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard Ender's words, then they all suddenly realized.
Lightning Flash was also slightly stunned, then quickly asked, "Atlas! Do you mean their detectors can't detect us?"
"Of course." Ender replied.
"Atlas, you must have a more Advanced miniature detector." Fortress, the captain, spoke at this point, "Only a more Advanced miniature detector can shield itself, making it undetectable by lower-Rank large detectors."
"Yes." Ender nodded in admission, telling a white lie, "My miniature detector is quite Advanced; it's a miniature detector my teacher discarded."
"Teacher?"
Everyone exchanged glances upon hearing this. They were also very curious about the teacher Ender mentioned.
It was important to know that ever since Ender joined the team, they had been constantly guessing his identity, but as the strength he displayed continuously refreshed their understanding, it also made them realize that Ender's identity was not simple.
Although Lightning Flash really wanted to ask about Ender's teacher's identity, he felt it wasn't appropriate, so he asked indirectly, "Atlas, can you tell us what Rank your miniature detector is?"
"Hmm... my teacher said that as long as the miniature detector's shielding function is activated, even a general Pinnacle-stage Marquis Immortal cannot detect my whereabouts through their detector." Ender added at the end, "In terms of miniature detector Rank, it's probably what a King-level Immortal initial stage powerhouse would use."
"A general Pinnacle-stage Marquis cannot detect it!"
"A miniature detector used by a King-level Immortal powerhouse!"
"And this is a miniature detector that your teacher discarded, this..."
Everyone gasped upon hearing this, because that Rank of detector was truly beyond their comprehension!
"Atlas..." Lightning Flash asked somewhat excitedly, "How many Mixed-yuan Units is your miniature detector worth?"
"I'm not very clear." Ender pretended to think, then replied, "I estimate it starts at a million Mixed-yuan Units."
"A... a million Mixed-yuan Units?!" Lightning Flash's hand trembled involuntarily, his heart extremely unsettled.
Those who knew Lightning Flash's dream could roughly guess what he was thinking at the moment, probably dreaming of being a local tyrant again.
"Definitely more than that." At this point, Fortress shook his head slightly, "As far as I know, a top-grade seventh-Rank weapon can be worth tens of millions of units. The miniature detector Atlas uses should not be worth less than a top-grade seventh-Rank weapon."
"Doesn't that mean that Atlas's miniature detector alone is worth tens of millions of Mixed-yuan Units?!" Lightning Flash rubbed his forehead in disbelief, "Tens of millions of Mixed-yuan Units, that's probably enough to buy a large Starfield!"
Everyone shook their heads in their hearts upon hearing this. If they had tens of millions of Mixed-yuan Units in cash, why would they buy such a large Starfield?
Of course, they would use this huge sum to buy Secret Technique scriptures and rare Cultivation resources. As long as their strength improved, would they still be afraid of not earning Mixed-yuan Units in the future?
"Tens of millions of Mixed-yuan Units in value is useless; this miniature detector was just borrowed from my teacher." Ender feigned a sigh, "When I leave the Extraterritorial Battlefield, I'll have to return this miniature detector to my teacher."
Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.
Yes, this miniature detector was worth tens of millions of Mixed-yuan Units, so precious that it naturally wouldn't be bestowed so simply. Granting permission to use it was already taking a considerable risk.
After all, this was the Extraterritorial Battlefield, where there were quite a few Marquis-level and King-level Immortal powerhouses. If Ender were to unexpectedly fall in this Extraterritorial Battlefield, that miniature detector would inevitably fall into the hands of an alien race, and it might not be possible to retrieve it.
Fortress said, "Atlas, your teacher letting you bring such a valuable detector into the Extraterritorial Battlefield, he must have very high expectations for you. With your strength, I estimate he has set other trial missions for you."
Ender nodded, "There are indeed other trial missions."
Everyone understood in their hearts upon hearing this. "Atlas," who had other trial missions, would likely leave their team after completing the military System's 100 million military merit quota to complete the trial missions assigned by his teacher.
"Atlas." Fortress suddenly said, "When you are with our team, unless it's a critical moment, please try your best not to use the miniature detector. I'm afraid our team will become reliant on your detector."
"I understand, this is a special situation." Ender nodded slightly.
As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Fortress's concern was reasonable.
Upon hearing this, Fortress couldn't help but ask, "Do you think that Demon race team has a big problem?"
"A very big problem." Ender said in a deep voice, "Not only is that Demon race team's behavior strange, but more importantly, not long ago, my miniature detector sensed a strong detection fluctuation. This fluctuation is not something that a general Immortal's detector can emit."
"What?!"
Everyone was startled upon hearing this, and couldn't help but wonder if it was really as Ender said, that the Demon race team had a very big problem?
Lightning Flash, who had returned to normal, now spoke, "If it's really as Atlas says, then there must be a powerful team nearby, it's just unknown whether they are allies or an enemy faction."
"Hmm..." Fortress nodded slightly, "To be safe, we'd better hide for now and wait until that Demon race team leaves."
Lightning Flash nodded in agreement, "Okay, that's good. We can use this time to rest properly. With Atlas's miniature detector, the probability of us being discovered is extremely low."
Fortress asked the other team members, "Do you have anything to say?"
The team members shook their heads. They trusted Ender very much, and after learning that he had a King-level Immortal miniature detector, they believed even more that the Demon race team he mentioned had a problem, so they naturally wouldn't object.
Fortress announced, "Alright, then we will rest here for a period of time. After one year, or when that Demon race team leaves, we will begin new actions."
Upon hearing the captain's announcement, joy appeared on the Faces of all the team members.
Especially Na Wei Ya, who immediately immersed most of her consciousness into the Virtual Universe, happily playing around.
The slaughter and oppression of the Extraterritorial Battlefield made this Spiritwing Clan princess very uncomfortable. Even during short rests, she still had to remain vigilant, which kept her nerves constantly tense.
But now, with Ender's King-level Immortal miniature detector, which could shield against over 99.99% of the large detectors in the Universe Battlefield, she no longer had to be on edge while resting. She could immerse most of her consciousness into the Virtual Universe, and a long-lost relaxed smile appeared on her Face.
Fortress watched the team members enter the Virtual Universe to play and relax, and a relaxed smile also appeared on his Face. The Extraterritorial Battlefield was full of dangers, and everyone's hearts were constantly tense, fearing that a slight oversight could lead to an attack by an opposing faction's team.
Now that they had a chance to rest properly, he was genuinely happy. However, as the captain, he did not immerse most of his consciousness into the Virtual Universe, but instead kept half of his consciousness in reality to deal with unexpected situations.
"The Extraterritorial Battlefield is extremely dangerous; opportunities for such relaxation are rare. Let them relax properly."
Ender still left a bit of consciousness in his physical body. With Little Dawn constantly observing the large detector and miniature detector, he didn't need to remain constantly vigilant; he only needed to occasionally observe that Demon race team.
...
Time flowed, and another ten-plus days passed.
In the planetary wreckage eighty million kilometers away.
That Demon race team, which Ender occasionally observed, showed no surface movement, but within their World Ring, sound waves surged.
"A team of Zerg has attacked. They have five Immortals, including two Advanced Military Lord-level Immortals."
The Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan's Marquis Yiren, his hundred-kilometer-long black body coiled in the air above the continent, his voice like thunder, "Losak, I said before that I would wait here for one month. Now, one month has passed, and that World Master Cloud Vine has not yet appeared."
Losak felt a bit flustered. He wanted to dissuade him but didn't dare to speak, so he could only respectfully apologize, "I'm sorry, Brother, I wasted your time."
"Forget it." Marquis Yiren glanced at Losak with his compound eyes again, sighing lightly, "Before I leave, I'll take care of that Zerg team along the way. It won't be a wasted trip."
After speaking, Marquis Yiren ordered the six World Masters controlling metal Puppets in the outside world to enter the Starfield Universe.
A few seconds later.
Marquis Yiren, following the world fluctuation, appeared and disappeared from the World Ring. His metallic-sheened, hundred-kilometer-long black body appeared in the boundless Starfield Universe.
Boom!
As soon as he appeared in the Starfield Universe, Marquis Yiren accelerated towards the distant Starfield, his target precisely that Zerg Race team attacking them.
"What is that?!"
With the appearance of Marquis Yiren, who exuded a terrifying aura, everyone nearby who was observing the Demon race team showed expressions of shock.
"That's a Marquis-level Immortal of the Demon race Royal Clan 'Thousand-Legged Tick Centipede Clan'!"
"A Marquis-level! And a Pinnacle-stage Marquis!"
"It's Marquis Yiren of the Demon race faction, why is he here?"
"How can a Pinnacle-stage Marquis appear in the 03 Area of this Universe Battlefield?"
Some well-informed individuals, upon seeing Marquis Yiren appear in the Starfield Universe, were both shocked and very confused.
...
On the other side, Fortress had been distracted, observing the projected light screen. When he saw that massive body appear, he couldn't help but exclaim, "That Demon race team really does have a problem!"