Inside the Flying Cloud Boat.
Lu Chuan was still tallying up his spoils.
And at that moment, the news that he had slaughtered yet another foreign-race allied base and killed Twenty-four Foreign Race Emperors—among them even two ninth-rank Emperors—
Had already swept through this stretch of the sky like a tornado.
For a time, All kinds of discussion boiled over once again.
"It's that Lu Chuan again. Damn it... Over the past half year, he's slaughtered more than a hundred million of our various races. Emperors alone number no fewer than three hundred. He's a butcher, a cancerous tumor."
"The most important point is that this man's whereabouts are ever-changing. Even now, we can't find the slightest trace of him."
"Our race had a mighty expert deduce through Karma, but in the end, he couldn't find the slightest information on him. His karmic thread actually can't be sensed. This man must have an Exotic Treasure protecting him."
"His strength has risen again. Now even ninth-rank Emperors aren't his match. There's no longer any place for us in this stretch of the sky. It will be completely occupied by the Human Race."
The various races were full of discussion, and for a time, hearts trembled and everyone was ill at ease.
Quite a few foreign-race elites could no longer sit still at all, and even began to think of leaving this stretch of the sky.
The main reason was that Lu Chuan was too bizarre.
He appeared and vanished like a ghost, his combat power peerless.
They were deeply worried that in the very next moment, Lu Chuan would kill his way to the base where they were.
Let alone ordinary foreign-race elites—even some Emperors with slightly weaker strength were already beating the retreat drum in their hearts.
No one