Summoning Players into My Game Chapter 727 - 374: Anxious! (Part 2)

"Take care of this beast and haul it back to Red Moon City to sell. Qingwei, you and the others scout the area and set up the town right on top of that massive energy ore deposit!" Luo Wushang gazed at the jubilant Celestial Might team and commanded, "We have to get the town built today!"

Even though she had broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm, Luo Wushang knew full well that it wouldn’t take long for other defense corps members to reach the Heavenly Human Realm too, making Celestial Might’s edge not all that great.

To truly pull ahead, the key lies in building up the town and gathering more resources, allowing the defense corps to produce even more Heavenly Human Realm powerhouses—that’s the real way forward; all other stuff is just for show.

While Celestial Might members started dealing with the Hell Snake King and picking a spot, chaos erupted in the domain city monitoring cave seventy kilometers distant.

"How could a Human Race woman possess such overwhelming power?"

"Who in the world are these people?"

"From their outfits, they look like they’re from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. With the Hell Snake King slain, notify the superiors at once!"

Slaying the Hell Snake King in a single blow was a feat beyond anything the insect race team leaders had witnessed; they never dreamed a human could pull it off. Yet after the initial stun, they hurriedly sent word to the other three domain cities.

Fourth-tier monsters nurtured on Blue Star have long served as the top perk and richest treasure for the superintendents. Once in the Heavenly Human Realm, regular meals fall short—only flesh from beasts that feast on energy ore veins can fuel their demands and spark further gains.

Without that, stuck on a desolate fourth-class planet like Blue Star, Heavenly Human Realm progress crawls even with energy blood essence. Daily energy drain means chowing down tons of power-packed food just to survive, leaving zero room for actual cultivation.

Sure, to cut back on eating, one could venture into the restricted area, brimming with savage energy. There, a Heavenly Human Grandmaster might sustain themselves by devouring local beasts and flora daily; the tradeoff is wasting time each day taming that wild energy, much like purging poison from the veins.

But the restricted area hates on the Insect Race, compelling their grandmasters to gobble two hundred kilos of third-tier monster meat every day just to keep up energy-wise. Only superintendents get the luxury of fourth-tier blood feasts, which explains why so few grandmasters bother with Blue Star.

Talented and strong sorts flock to third-class breeding worlds instead, teeming with fourth-tier monsters, where Heavenly Human Realm guardians feast on two kilos of that premium blood food daily—not just meeting needs but advancing too. Life there rivals Prison Dragon Star’s comforts without the heavy shackles.

Blue Star holds just a handful of fourth-tier monsters now, so losing one shakes things up as much as the total wipeout of Mist Mountain Domain City back then.

Deep in Celestial River Domain City, within a hidden underground chamber.

Three formidable silhouettes gathered around a modest round table. Two appeared as holograms on the table’s virtual display, looping the clip of Luo Wushang felling the Hell Snake King over and over.

The hush lingered until the footage had cycled dozens of times.

"That Human Race woman’s might..." Hu Jin from the Three-Eyed Race remarked gravely, "We’d be wise to reckon she matches the top three on Prison Dragon Star."

"You’re certain her prowess doesn’t lag behind those three?" the shocked Sub-demon Race Elder pressed, "Hu Jin, you’re absolutely sure?"

Prison Dragon Star’s top hundred legion leaders fill the top ten spots that could crush the three of them combined; a single one can drop a mighty fourth-tier beast. The elite top three? They’ve hit Half-step Divine Fusion Realm or match beasts at that level.

Hard to fathom a simple Human Race woman hitting such heights.

"From the first punch’s havoc on the Hell Snake King, her power clocks in at no less than eighty thousand tons at minimum. Your thoughts?" Hu Jin eyed the Sub-demon Race elder, helplessness flickering in his look.

Packing real force over eighty thousand tons puts her just shy of Divine Fusion on Prison Dragon Star by reputation; though Hu Jin couldn’t grasp how a human wielded it, Luo Wushang clearly did.

Up against eighty thousand tons of raw power, even short of Realm of All Things, her blistering speed leaves no chance for fancy martial arts to redirect it; best they could muster is martial artist tricks to barely double their own output for a block. No way that stops eighty thousand tons.

In short, Luo Wushang would crush them like the Hell Snake King squashed run-of-the-mill Great Grandmasters—effortless, one after another, no question.

"So we’ve got no counter to the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall anymore?" the aged Ape Race figure growled darkly, "Reporting this up will land us negligence charges, and with Frost Wolf gone, front-line duty awaits for sure."

The Empire wages war against countless foes galaxy-wide. Right now, they’re locked in those clashes, and sending grandmasters to the front turns them into mere squad leads, grinding away at the vanguard, burning through their power against enemy hordes.