The Undying Lord rose to his feet and said, "My Tomb Guardian Tribe has guarded the Northern Mound Wasteland for forty-eight thousand years. Once the Great Thousand Covenant is completed this time, my Tomb Guardian Tribe will have fulfilled its duty and may retire."
"This time, we can only succeed. We cannot fail!"
As he spoke,
a terrifying aura spread from the Undying Lord's body. Sensing his aura, the expressions of the many Heavenly Sovereigns changed slightly.
Everyone fell silent. No one spoke.
The Undying Lord cupped his hands slightly toward Hun Xiu. "Emperor Xiu, if the Outer Domain Evil Race makes a move this time, I fear we will have to rely on you."
Others might not know how powerful Hun Xiu was, but the Undying Lord did. In his eyes, Hun Xiu was no weaker than his ancestor, the Immortal Emperor.
As long as Hun Xiu was present for this Great Thousand Covenant, all unexpected developments could be prevented. This was the final Great Thousand Covenant, and the Undying Lord did not want any accidents.
So long as this Great Thousand Covenant was completed perfectly, the leader of the Outer Domain Evil Race, the Heavenly Evil God, would perish completely, and the Great Thousand World would no longer face any threats.
The Outer Domain Evil Race was like a tiger, while its leader, the Heavenly Evil God, was that tiger's fangs and claws. So long as the Heavenly Evil God perished completely,
the tiger that was the Outer Domain Evil Race would lose its fangs and claws entirely. What threat would the Outer Domain Evil Race still pose? Given enough time, they could drive the Outer Domain Evil Race completely out of the Great Thousand World.
Hun Xiu said, "Senior Undying, you are too courteous. As a