You're Not Going to Heal Your Wounds?

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor's strike just now had been far too powerful. Of all the cultivators present, aside from Wutian Immortal Emperor, they had either died or suffered grievous injuries.

Under such circumstances, the extremely yin energy within Wutian Immortal Emperor surged forth, spreading through this stretch of the world and enveloping each surviving foreign-race Immortal Emperor.

In but a moment, the bodies of the foreign-race Immortal Emperors exploded one after another.

"This is the price for invading our Human Race."

Wutian Immortal Emperor advanced step by step toward the last foreign-race Immortal Emperor, Thunderblast Immortal Emperor, who had fought Song Zhong earlier. His face, brimming with killing intent, was twisted with ferocity.

He had waited for this day far, far too long.

Thunderblast Immortal Emperor watched Wutian Immortal Emperor approach step by step, yet he did not beg for mercy. At a time like this, begging was useless.

They had lost. Not only he, but all cultivators of their five races would die. The Human Race would not spare them.

But...

Thunderblast Immortal Emperor suddenly burst into wild laughter. "We may be dying, but your Human Race will die as well.

"I know what your Human Race is planning. One of your Supreme Realm experts sacrificed himself to extend the life of your Human Race by another hundred years.

"You planned to let Zhengyi Immortal Emperor break through into the Supreme Realm.

"Your plan was indeed a fine one, and you hid it well enough. It was not until we joined forces to besiege Zhengyi Immortal Emperor that we learned he was actually so close to the Supreme Realm.

"Unfortunately, he is not in the Supreme Realm yet.

"He truly had a chance to break through into the Supreme Realm within a hundred years, but now he has suffered grievous