Lord Haton received the distress call from the Seventeen Monarchs. When he sensed the auras of more than three hundred Sacred Gods surrounding them, he flew into a rage.
He loathed the recklessness of those monarchs. He had already warned them not to act rashly, yet they had insisted on going out, drawing so many Sacred Gods here and endangering the Emperor Lord's grand plan. Their crime was truly unforgivable.
Lord Haton had no intention of halting the rescue. He acted swiftly, gathering one hundred thousand Spirit Race members into his possession before immediately leaving the base.
Once the news leaked, this place would no longer be safe. Even if the losses were immense, they could only abandon it.
Before retreating, ensuring the Spirit Race's safety was paramount. This was part of the Emperor Lord's plan and could not be disrupted by anyone.
As for the Seventeen Monarchs, they had been completely abandoned.
A fierce battle erupted in the void. The aftershocks of the fighting caused the surrounding continents and worlds to collapse, and countless living beings perished in an instant.
To Sacred Gods, the deaths of ordinary beings were merely numbers increasing. As long as they could eradicate the Spirit Race, any price was acceptable.
There could be no mercy in this confrontation. Otherwise, the cultivators' side would face even graver consequences. The entire Endless Sacred Domain might even suffer destruction.
The moment they discovered the Spirit Race, they had to give everything they had to wipe them out.
There was no suspense in this battle. Under the siege of more than three hundred Sacred Gods, the Seventeen Monarchs were annihilated, their souls utterly destroyed.
Although the cultivators' side had also paid a tremendous price, with the Yun Kong Domain severely damaged and countless beings dead or injured, Wuji's