Who Would Have the Last Laugh

Hiding Saint World, Self-Improvement Alliance.

"Damn Heavenly Race! What does the conflict among the Low-Dimensional Races have to do with them?!" Blood Sacrifice Monarch's eyes glowed with bloody light as he gritted his teeth in fury.

The perfect plan had been proceeding smoothly, yet the Heavenly Race had appeared at the most critical moment!

"Ling Shu said before that there was roughly a fifty percent chance of the Heavenly Race appearing." Soft Bone Empress twisted her body and draped her long legs over her neck. "I just didn't expect them to lock onto the True Treasure Temple Forbidden Land the moment they arrived."

Ling Shu's petite, exquisite figure shimmered with pearly radiance.

She said nothing, merely standing there quietly.

Like a gentle stream flowing on, her fair, tender skin glistened with graceful crystals.

"Damn it!" Blood Sacrifice Monarch held back a breath of anger. They had been just one step away!

"It's fine." Ling Shu parted her lips slightly. "It hasn't reached the point of failure yet. We just have to use the final backup Plan Three."

"How did the Heavenly Race lock onto the True Treasure Temple Forbidden Land?" Soft Bone Empress was very curious.

"Scouts, or perhaps the Extra-Heaven Race," Ling Shu said. "That isn't important. What matters is completing Plan Three. This is our final chance. Nothing can go wrong."

"The Nine-Colored Auspicious Cloud has opened. A large number of experts will soon swarm over. It should... be fine, right?" Soft Bone Empress was no longer certain.

After all, two consecutive failed plans had dealt quite a blow.

And now, they had no way back.

"The plan itself isn't the problem. The key lies in Blood Sacrifice Monarch's refinement results," Ling Shu said. "Originally, there was an eighty percent chance. Now... it may only be fifty to