The Demon Tide had yet to be quelled, the Blood Sacrifice was imminent, and Jin Kui had emerged from seclusion.
Far from easing, the situation was growing ever more dire.
Xiao Chen was a hot-blooded young man. With his race facing disaster, he could never stand idly by.
What awaited him next, then, was the Fire Demon Saint Race's million savage demons!
"Xia Emperor, the Blood Sacrifice is savage beyond measure. Escaping it alive once was already a stroke of luck. If it happens again, even with fortune unrivaled under heaven, young friend Xiao Chen will have no chance of survival!" Wang Fusheng murmured.
"Hall Master Wang, how could I not understand the deadly dangers here? But the Image Transmission Stone is completely unresponsive now. I lost contact with the God-Demon Battlefield long ago. Even if I wanted to dissuade him, I have no way to do so. Besides..." The Xia Emperor knitted his brows.
Besides, although Xiao Chen was young, he had always had a mind of his own. Even if they had not lost contact, he might not heed the Xia Emperor's words.
"Alas, at this point, we can only leave everything to fate!" Bitterness filled Wang Fusheng's face. He seemed to have aged in an instant, his expression weary.
They could leave it to fate, but how many could survive the Demon Tide and Blood Sacrifice?
Although the Feathered Kingdom had already sent someone to destroy Great Xia, the Xia Emperor had still chosen to keep all information concerning Xiao Chen on the God-Demon Battlefield secret as a precaution, rather than make it public.
After all, the Azure Spirit Domain stretched without end. Most of the time, its kingdoms governed themselves independently, without exchanging information.
The Xia Emperor suspected that the Feathered Kingdom had attacked Great Xia