The Devil Race forces in the Star Core Ancient Tomb were too numerous and too powerful for two Seven-Turn Immortal Kings to handle. Even an ordinary Immortal Emperor would be no match for them.
"Did you send word back?"
Immortal King Shen Yi's voice sounded in Immortal King Yuege's mind.
"I did."
Immortal King Yuege nodded. "I sent it the day we found the tomb, using the highest-grade encrypted Communication Talisman. By now, my people's Elf Ancient Tree should have received the information!"
"That's good."
Immortal King Shen Yi breathed a little easier, but his brow remained furrowed. "I just wonder who the Alliance will send."
Immortal King Yuege said nothing.
She knew what worried him.
Though the New Alliance had gathered the strength of the Myriad Races, its top-tier fighters were still few. The ancient emperors of the five great races had submitted, but each had duties of their own, and most were only at the Fourth or Fifth Turn.
Inside that Graveyard were at least dozens of True Devil Emperors, quite possibly all at the Fifth Turn or higher.
Who could they send to make victory certain?
"Do you think the Alliance Leader will come himself?"
Immortal King Shen Yi spoke suddenly, a trace of hope and uncertainty in his voice.
Immortal King Yuege glanced at him but did not answer at once.
Fang Chen.
That name had become a symbol within the New Alliance.
From fighting the Seven Emperors alone to slaying a Fifth-Turn Heavenly Slave, and now presiding over the New Alliance and commanding the Myriad Races, every time Fang Chen made a move, he reshaped everyone's understanding of power.
But Immortal King Yuege also knew that, heaven-defying as Alliance Leader Fang Chen's Combat Strength was, he was only one man.
The New Alliance had only