Five days later.
A large military helicopter descended onto the Hulunbuir Grassland with a thunderous roar. Cao Li, Fang Zhi, and the other seven elders of the Dragonkin God Sect jumped out impatiently before it had even come to a stop and rushed toward the Twisted Void.
"My god, in a few days, you will descend upon this land. We call to you with utmost devotion." Cao Li raised his right hand high, madness shining in both his eyes and voice.
Fang Zhi and the others raised their right hands as well. The rings on their fingers simultaneously emitted icy blue flames, and when the seven flames converged, they formed the face of Bain, Grand Elder of the Dragonkin Clan.
Fei Yang was already dumbfounded. He stepped closer and asked blankly, "Didn't Lord Dragonkin God say he could not appear again? What is this?"
Fang Zhi revealed a smug expression and said, "That was only to test you. Now, you have truly been accepted by us."
Bain looked over the surrounding grassland, his face lighting up with excitement. This was the kind of environment the Dragonkin Clan loved most. Unable to contain himself, he burst into wild laughter. "This is the land where our Dragonkin God Clan should live. This planet will become the homeland of the Dragonkin God Clan."
On this vast grassland, Bain could not see even the shadow of an Iron Blood Brotherhood warrior, nor could he sense any traces of human interference nearby. That proved Lu Yang truly had no way to stop his people from teleporting into this region.
As long as the Dragonkin Clan could live in this area without being constantly conscripted by Otherworld Gods or forced into wars against the other races sent through the portal, their two million people could multiply