The Fire Race Clan Head was an impatient man. The moment he returned to his clan, he planned to pay the Heavenly Race a visit. But any hot-tempered clan head was bound to have a steady and prudent strategist at his side. This strategist naturally bore the surname Huo as well, and his name was Huo Manman.
Huo Manman spoke slowly, "Clan Head, there was something he seemingly let slip. Did you hear anything different in it?"
"Which sentence?"
"That boy relayed His Majesty's words: Xihe is large enough to accommodate Twenty-Seven Races! Why... Twenty-Seven Races?"
The clan head's eyes, like bronze bells glittering with sparks, suddenly widened. "That's right. Why Twenty-Seven Races? Could it be that His Majesty has already devised a plan to wipe out nine foreign races? He wants the land of Xihe, but intends to retain only Twenty-Seven Races?"
There were still thirty-five races in Xihe at present. Keeping twenty-seven meant exterminating eight races.
Adding the Earth Race, which had already been destroyed, made nine races.
Which nine races?
Was the Fire Race among them?
This numerical signal, suddenly conveyed, instantly struck the deepest part of the Fire Race Clan Head's heart.
Even if the passageways inside this crude man's heart were not very long, it still stirred up enormous echoes.
Huo Manman fell silent, starlight faintly glimmering in his eyes as he took stock...
The same reckoning was taking place in the hearts of every clan head...
There was far too much mystery in this number.
Which eight foreign races had landed on the blacklist?
The more they thought, the more complicated it became...
Including the Heavenly Race Clan Head!
Seven or eight clan heads had already gathered around the Heavenly Race Clan Head. They were conducting an in-depth analysis of today's sudden upheaval, Lin