As fleeting as white clouds and gray dogs, time flowed like water.
In the blink of an eye.
Half a year passed silently.
The Sky Curtain grew increasingly grim and murderous, and the entire Sky Curtain had fallen into a state of drawn swords and taut bows.
Killing Intent soared into the heavens.
The various Foreign Races had gone mad, frantically searching the world for Lu Chuan's whereabouts.
Because in the span of merely half a year.
Lu Chuan had crossed an unknown number of hundreds of millions of miles, waging war across the territories of the Demon Race, Asura Race, and Blood Race, slaughtering no fewer than three hundred Emperors of the three races.
Below Emperor-class, the death toll had surpassed a hundred million.
The three races hated Lu Chuan to the bone, yet they could not find the slightest trace of him.
Left with no other choice.
The three races could only shrink their battle lines and gather their people into one or two bases.
With Ninth Order Emperors at the peak of the ninth tier guarding them.
Only then could they deter Lu Chuan.
At the same time.
Apart from those three major Foreign Races, the weaker Foreign Races were also retreating inward.
They consolidated all their bases and even formed alliances.
To prevent Lu Chuan from defeating them one by one.
This day.
In the southeastern region of the Sky Curtain.
Within an alliance base formed by seven Foreign Races, including the Sea Race and Yin Sha Race.
The flames of war filled the sky, and Killing Intent boiled.
Within the base, terrifying Law Power surged unceasingly, tearing through the sky.
No fewer than twenty Emperor-class powerhouses had formed a Battle Formation, trapping a young man in a black robe within it.
That man was Lu