The appearance of the King of Destruction was nothing less than a disaster for the cultivation world of the Xuanhuang Continent.
Every Upper Three Ranks cultivator was an incomparably precious existence. Even for Super Races, Upper Three Ranks cultivators were pillars of support.
Even among the Witch Race, Devil Race, and Nether Race, which firmly occupied the top three positions among the Super Races of the Xuanhuang Continent, there were only around ten thousand Third-Rank Saint Lords and at most twelve Second-Rank Dao Masters.
For those weaker Super Races, a Third-Rank Saint Lord was already a pillar holding up the heavens, not someone they would easily lose.
Under normal circumstances, losing one Third-Rank Saint Lord every thousand years would already have been astonishing. Most Saint Lords fell only after their lifespans had run their course.
Even an existence at Song Ankang's level would find it difficult to kill a Saint Lord, which showed just how formidable a Saint Lord's ability to survive was.
Yet at this moment, in the span of a single short year, several hundred Saint Lords had already fallen—enough to match the total number that would normally perish over millions or even tens of millions of years. How could this not be a disaster?
Moreover, there were still more than ninety years ahead. Who knew how many more Saint Lords would fall? Thus, once news of the King of Destruction's birth spread, the entire Xuanhuang Continent erupted.
The various races subsequently put aside their mutual grudges and called upon the Saint Lords and Dao Masters of all major factions to unite and resist the King of Destruction and the destroyers it led.
At this moment, earning providence and merit had been pushed to the back of the line. Staying alive was what mattered most.
The Saint Lords