After the Chaos Gourd departed, a brief calm returned between heaven and earth. Jiang Ping'an stood in the void, watching that streak of light vanish beyond the horizon before slowly withdrawing his gaze. He let out a long breath of turbid qi, yet his mind did not relax. Instead, he sank into deeper thought.
Fortunately, the Chaos Gourd acted this time and slew sixteen Celestial Race saints in one stroke. That should be enough to deter them. Jiang Ping'an thought to himself, the tension in his nerves easing slightly. After this battle, the Celestial Race will not dare casually launch another sneak attack on Great An Kingdom anytime soon. The deaths of sixteen saints are a crippling loss even for them.
Yet the moment that thought arose, alarm bells rang loudly in his heart—
"No!"
Jiang Ping'an's pupils contracted slightly as his thoughts raced. What if the next ones to come are not saints, but Great Emperors of the Celestial Race's previous generation? Though the possibility is slim, I cannot fail to guard against it. Those previous-generation Great Emperors of the Celestial Race may be selfish, devouring Celestial Race infants to extend their lives, but when it truly comes to a matter of life and death, they may not stay out of it.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became in retrospect. Though the Chaos Gourd was an Apex Emperor Weapon with peerless might, it would stand no chance against three previous-generation Great Emperors.
I must find a way to prevent the Celestial Race from using the same old trick again. Jiang Ping'an's eyes flickered. *If they can use a scheme to lure the tiger from the mountain once, they can use it a second time. I cannot count on aid like the Chaos Gourd every