Go or stay?
Who would leave, and who would remain?
Choose Hundred Battle, or choose Su Yu?
On one side stood a peak expert comparable to the ancient Human Sovereign, with several ancient marquises following him. On the other was Su Yu, who had just suffered a crushing defeat, emptied his coffers, and was preparing to retreat into the Undead Realm.
Both were peerless geniuses, both were leaders of their generation. Everyone had heard a little about Hundred Battle. The foreign races might fear him, but they had heard that he treated the human race rather well.
Of course, Hundred Battle had suffered a disastrous defeat six thousand years ago. But hadn't Su Yu been defeated now as well?
No one left the hall at this moment.
They all communicated through voice transmission.
"Old Liu, what do you say?"
Someone asked King Han.
King of Great Ming and the others were gone. Whether they were dead, or whether, as Su Yu had said, their Seas of Will still existed somewhere in hiding, no one could tell.
Zhu Tiandao and Marquis Xia remained remarkably calm. They felt those people might still be alive.
But... who knew whether they were putting on a double act with Su Yu?
Su Yu had no need to fabricate such a disastrous defeat, did he?
They were about to abandon the Human Realm!
The Human Realm had previously possessed forty-three Eternals, including twenty-six prefectural lords. The rest, such as Xia Longwu, had advanced in the later stages. Marquis Xia and Zhu Tiandao were not included; with them, the Human Realm had a total of forty-five Eternals.
Now, King Dazhou's group of four was gone. Xia Longwu, Yun Chen, Nan Wujiang, Silkworm King Annihilator, and Zhou Tianyuan—five more—were gone as well. At this point, they had lost