Toxic
The Supreme Emperor Might of the Ancient Emperor Weapon and Emperor Weapon both erupted.
At this moment, everyone's attention naturally turned south.
After all, comparatively speaking, a clash at this level carried far greater significance than a duel between Ancestor Kings.
The Primordial Races had banded together so tightly, setting aside past grudges to jointly press the human race so aggressively.
A major reason for this was the number of Emperor Weapons possessed by the human race!
It was a terrifying number that no single Primordial Race could contend with alone.
Every human Emperor Weapon weakened was a strategic victory for the Primordial Races.
Why had they constantly used matters of the primordial era to suppress the human race, repeatedly using Ancestor Kings to undermine their morale and confidence?
Was it not because they had felt how troublesome the human race was, felt the pressure they brought?
If they truly did not regard the human race at all, as they claimed,
then why the hell would they attend the Myriad Races Grand Gathering?
They could simply crush them head-on and wipe out their race.
Well, the key was that they could not crush them.
Supreme Emperor factions possessing inherited Emperor Weapons stood throughout the Big Dipper, each one a Mole. Though their wielders might not match up, if they truly went all out and blood-sacrificed their entire clans to fully revive an Emperor Weapon, they could wash the Big Dipper in blood.
First crush the human race in spirit, scatter the resolve they had gathered, divide and weaken them, and once they began looking out only for themselves, keep finding opportunities and excuses to uproot them one by one. Slice away at them with a blunt knife, win some over and strike others down—this was the Primordial Races' original