Changes Among the Three Races

"Your Majesty, weren't you worried they might attack just now?"

At this moment, Giant Axe was practically breaking into a cold sweat. That had been terrifying!

There were still quite a few Heavenly Venerates among the myriad races.

If they had truly attacked, the four of them might not have been able to hold them off.

"Hm?"

Su Yu looked puzzled. "Why would they attack? Are the myriad races sick in the head?"

"We came to help them, and even delivered people to them. We were so friendly. Other than the Dragon Race, whom we killed too many of, why would anyone else risk their lives to attack their reinforcements?"

Reinforcements?

Giant Axe grumbled inwardly. You hadn't harbored any good intentions. Did this count as reinforcements?

Su Yu smiled. "Don't worry. If the myriad races had truly dared to attack, they would have attacked Eight-Winged Tiger and the others long ago. Would they have waited until now? These people have strength, talent, and the heart to fight. The only thing they lack is... the ability to reach a consensus. Every one of them has their own little calculations!"

For instance, Dragon Heavenly Venerate worried that if he died, the Dragon Race would be finished.

Phoenix Tianzun worried that if she fell, the Phoenix Race would be finished.

Dao Tianzun worried that if he died, the Immortal Race would be suppressed...

They all had the same thoughts!

In truth, once a great war began, such thoughts were the most fatal. The myriad races lacked an outstanding leader.

If someone could truly gather the power of the myriad races together, they would not be weak at all.

Even now, Dao, Nether, Arid, Demon, Mo, Sun, Moon, Dragon, and Phoenix—there were nine Heavenly Venerates already. In addition, Thunderstorm and Heavenly Fate were still