The Holy Elixir Was Stolen?

Xiao Chen quickly recounted the history concerning the Divine Treasure.

Everyone's expression changed.

The barriers between planes had shattered!

The Spirit Race had invaded?

Many felt as though they were listening to a story, lost in the clouds!

Even though they lived in a world of fantasy, many had never heard of other planes, spatial barriers, or beings like the Spirit Race.

"Now that the Holy Son mentions it, I recall reading an unofficial historical account in an ancient book. It was only a few brief phrases. The author wrote: divine light pierced the heavens, five colors appeared in the sky, an alien race invaded, and the mortal realm ran red with blood! Could what he wrote actually have happened?" an old King Realm cultivator who had nearly lost all his teeth said in a trembling voice.

"How powerful are those Spirit Race beings?" Zhao Changhe asked.

"There are many of them. The most common are roughly ten times stronger than us!"

"What? Even the weakest are ten times stronger than us?" Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Zhao Changhe froze as well, startled by the figure of ten times. After several breaths of silence, he asked, "Is the information reliable?"

"Lord Yellow said it!"

Zhao Changhe nodded, his expression grave. "Since Senior Green Armor said it, it should be correct. It seems a calamity is coming for our Great Xia!"

The others felt heavyhearted too, as though a gigantic mountain weighed on their backs.

This time, they would face enemies from a higher dimension. The gap between them was like that between the Human Race and ants. They would very likely be crushed.

Yet if the enemy invaded the mortal realm, they could not simply flee without fighting!

Their only choice was to fight to the death.

"Sect Master, elders, junior