In the spacious main city of the Holy Mark Tribe in another world, Wukilis was telling Luo Feng, He Xin, and the remaining eleven former Heart of the Gods holders about the situation on Earth.
"What? Lu Yang actually wiped out the Holy Mark Tribe? Other than suffering some injuries himself, most of the Iron Blood Brotherhood survived and even obtained the Holy Mark Tribe bloodline?" Luo Feng's face twisted.
Wukilis was also furious. "All my clansmen in the human world were killed by Lu Yang. My disciples are all dead too. Only Ballas's wife remains. Otherwise, this intelligence couldn't have been delivered at all."
"Lu Yang!" Luo Feng roared like a madman. "I will definitely kill you."
"This time, we have a chance," Wukilis said. "Lu Yang must have been seriously injured after fighting the Holy Mark Tribe. To prevent you from transporting other high-level races over, he is preparing to send a batch of low-level races to the human world. We can ambush him while he is there."
He Xin frowned. "Could this be another one of Lu Yang's schemes?"
Wukilis sneered. "Don't tell me Lu Yang has scared the courage out of you. That was the Holy Mark Tribe. Lu Yang's subordinates suffered only minor losses, which proves he must have used some kind of secret technique. The backlash from it could not have been light."
"If we don't kill Lu Yang while he is injured this time, then once he sends several hundred million races from this world to Earth, trying to transport anyone over afterward will truly mean delivering bloodlines and treasures straight to Lu Yang."
Once they could sense the location of a teleportation passage in advance and set up a God King Tier formation around it, no matter how powerful the enemy was,