Thousands of years of effort had gone down the drain. Even the Qingtian Demon Emperor could hardly bear it.
Still, although the Devil Race's camps in the Sacred Land had been destroyed, no one knew how many treasures its experts had gathered there and sent back to the Demon Race Continent over the years. Even without those camps, the Devil Race remained far stronger overall than the other races.
The Qingtian Demon Emperor had intended for the Devil Race experts in the Sacred Land to keep gathering resources for him. He was preparing to break through to the Great Emperor Realm.
But now a Super Spatial Storm had erupted in the Sacred Land. Even he could no longer cross the Barbaric Sea to reach it.
Without sufficient resources, his plans to break through to the Great Emperor Realm had been thrown into disarray.
The Qingtian Demon Emperor had lived for more than twenty thousand years. His Lifespan was nearly spent, so he meant to attempt the breakthrough before it ran out.
If he succeeded, he could lead the Devil Race across the Savage World and unite it completely.
No one in Heavenly Demon Hall dared make a sound. The Qingtian Demon Emperor was not the only one affected by what had happened; they too were furious and unwilling to accept it.
For years, the Devil Race had thrived in the Sacred Land. They had practically strutted sideways past experts of other races, who fled at the sight of them, scurrying away faster than rats.
Everyone had thought they could weather the last Spatial Storm, painstakingly build camps in the Sacred Land, and then gather resources there with abandon once this storm subsided.
But before the last Spatial Storm had fully died down, another storm of such power had erupted in