Although Qin Tian's voice remained calm, when he mentioned the words "Outer Realm Evil Race," a trace of gravity that even his Late Saint Grade state of mind could barely conceal flashed through the depths of his eyes, deep as a starry abyss.
This gravity was not fear, but profound worry over the coming calamity and the possibility that the common people would suffer.
Hearing this, the sharpness in Mo Yu's chaotic thunder eyes also slightly receded, and his expression turned solemn.
As his strength and status had risen, the level of matters he came into contact with had long since changed. Naturally, he knew how heavy the cloud known as the "Outer Realm Evil Race," which hung over the Great Thousand World, truly was.
Although the brutality of the ancient war had become legend, the scars and warnings it left behind were etched deep into the souls of every Great Thousand powerhouse who knew that history.
"Brother Qin Tian is absolutely right." Mo Yu nodded slightly, his voice steady.
"Although I have remained in a remote corner and founded Thunder Prison only recently, I have heard many secrets. The Outer Realm Evil Race has never abandoned its desire to destroy our Great Thousand World. After lying dormant for several millennia, they must be harboring some earth-shattering scheme. I simply don't know... have there been any definite disturbances recently?"
Qin Tian's gaze turned beyond the shattered sky of the Futur Realm, as if it could pierce through the endless void and see the hideous threat concealed in the depths of darkness.
He sighed softly and said, "The thirty-two great clans of the Outer Realm Evil Race, including the Saint Demon, Black Corpse, Heavenly Demon, and Heart Demon clans, have grown increasingly active in recent years. Although they have not once