A Certain Death

At the same time, a majestic voice resounded in the minds of every member of the Human Race throughout the Universe.

Within the Human Great Thousand World, Human Race cultivators stood frozen where they were.

"What? Our Human Race has been chosen for the Slaughter Battlefield?"

"What is this Slaughter Battlefield?"

"The Slaughter Battlefield... wasn't that the place Song Zhong entered before?"

"Did I hear that right? We have to face all Dao Seeking Realm cultivators from an entire Universe? How many cultivators would that be?"

Those cultivators who had cultivated for somewhat longer and, through what they had seen and heard, had gained some understanding of the Universe turned deathly pale at once.

"Dao Seeking Realm! How could they be Dao Seeking Realm cultivators? The strongest cultivator in our Human Race right now is Lord Zhengyi, and he is only in the Supreme Realm! Above the Supreme Realm lies the Dao Seeking Realm!

How are we supposed to fight this?"

"No, Song Zhong Ancestor's Dao companion seems to be a Supreme Path Realm cultivator, even higher than the Dao Seeking Realm."

"That still won't help. She is only one person, while they have to face Dao Seeking Realm cultivators from the entire Universe. How many Dao Seeking Realm cultivators are there in the entire Universe?

There are probably more of them than there are cultivators in our entire Human Race who have cultivated Immortal Qi! How can we fight?

Besides, among the cultivators of the entire Universe, there must be top Heavenly Prodigies!"

"Why us? Has Heaven abandoned our Human Race?"

Within the Human Race, experts from the various great sects rose one after another and flew urgently toward the Zhengyi Sect. They were practically going mad.

Only after reaching the Immortal King Realm had they understood even more