"How would we cooperate?"
On the communication stone, the figure of "Lin Jianxing" seemed to be weaving through the dense crowd.
The members of the Second Sword Vein Lin Clan aboard this black giant sword astralship were cheering at this moment. Everyone was incomparably fervent, celebrating their recent victory.
In contrast, the Little Darkfiend, had long since been shrouded in gloom. Even these core experts of the Dark Clan had their heads hanging low.
On the Sun battlefield, their crushing defeat had been confirmed!
In the first battle on the starry battlefield, they had been dealt a resounding blow by the Swordgod Lin Clan, whom they had looked down upon.
The superiority complex of over ten million people had plummeted straight to the bottom. It was as if they had returned to the era of being ruled by two generations of Realm Kings!
More than a decade ago, the Dark Clan had only wanted to eliminate Idaiyan. The opponents they had envisioned had always been Idaiyan and the other Realm King Clans supporting her. How could they have possibly regarded the declining Swordgod Lin Clan as worthy of attention?
Shenxi Tianxi found all of this equally unbearable.
He did not even dare report the battle results to Shenxi Xingtian!
The Second Demon-Slaying Army had been stabbed through. That sword strike completely meant that, without outside help, they could never again defeat the awe-inspiring Swordgod Lin Clan.
All his hopes rested on this ancestral-realm monster.
Thus, Shenxi Tianxi made a decision on his own. "All along, you've wanted Lin Feng himself. My father and I discussed it before—Lin Feng can be yours!"
The Sun's resources and wealth had already surpassed their imagination.
A quasi-Infinitum-class world and two Infinitum-class astralships—those three things alone were enough to give the Dark Clan an advantage