Terrifying power continuously battered the surroundings.
The Mystic Beast Race!
At this moment, they too wore looks of horror, their expressions incomparably complicated.
"Lord Nine Nether, could the human race and the Demon God Clan have gone to war?"
"Otherwise!"
"How could the Connecting Heaven Mountain Range become dim and devoid of light? It looks like it's about to be destroyed!"
Upon a mountain range stood a man clad in dragon-and-python robes.
He was tall and slender, with handsome features. His restrained aura carried a faint majesty that brooked no anger.
Nine Nether Python, the leader of the Mystic Beast Race.
If he had not stepped forward back then, the Mystic Beast Race's position would have been extremely awkward.
Not only would they have suffered the Demon God Clan's ravages, but they would also have had to guard against the human race's hunting.
Fortunately, Nine Nether Python stepped forward at the critical moment. Not only did he gather the powerful Mystic Beasts together, he also reached a consensus with the Temple of War God.
Only then did the Mystic Beast Race gain room to breathe, and the three-legged balance in the Land of First Bloom took shape.
Although it was indeed a three-legged balance!
But!!
Whether it was the human race or the Mystic Beast Race, neither could confront the Demon God Clan alone...
To put it bluntly!!
As long as either side turned coat or stood by with folded arms—
Hmph!!
The Demon God Clan would definitely seize the opportunity.
Facing his subordinates' questions, Nine Nether Python unconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"The human race launching a war against them?"
"Doesn't seem like it!"
He lightly shook his head. "If the human race really were fighting the Demon God Clan, they couldn't possibly have failed to inform us."
"Don't forget!!"