By then, we Imperial Lords would likely be no match for Wuji.
If Wuji succeeded in killing us, the Spirit Race would surely face the calamity of extinction.
At the Spirit Race headquarters, the six Imperial Lords met in secret once more.
"Everyone, this is a critical moment of life and death. The seventh Imperial Lord has yet to emerge, while Dao Venerable Wuji of the Endless Sacred Domain is becoming an ever greater threat.
Who knows when he will break through? By then, even if we want to resist, it will already be too late!" The First Imperial Lord spoke urgently.
For many years, he had tried countless methods, all without effect.
As long as the six Supreme Experts of the Endless Sacred Domain and Wuji remained alive, slaughtering more Sacred Gods would be useless.
"The First Imperial Lord is absolutely right.
Sixteen hundred Chaos Epochs ago, Dao Venerable Wuji casually slew a million of our clan's monarchs and hundreds of millions of our people with a single strike. I nearly lost my life.
Had I not escaped in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable." The Third Imperial Lord interjected. At the mention of Wuji, fear still showed in his eyes. He vividly remembered what had happened back then, as though he had been frightened out of his wits.
"It shouldn't be that bad, should it? If he had truly broken through, the Endless Sacred Domain would probably have already launched a war of extermination. How could things be this peaceful?" The Sixth Imperial Lord hesitated slightly.
After a moment of silence, the Imperial Lords understood that whether Wuji had advanced or not, they would find it difficult to contend with him.
If he had not advanced, they could still barely hold on. But if he had, their