Early the next morning, Aurora City's Teleportation Hall was already boiling with voices, and all the Dao Fusion Realm cultivators from the other four human cities had arrived.
Chen Fei stood at the rear of the Teleportation Hall, looking at the eighteen human Emperor Lords ahead, as well as the Dao Fusion Realm cultivators around them.
This was the most elite power of the human race. The reason the human race could exist independently in the Ruin Realm, instead of becoming some other race's vassal, all depended on its own strength.
But now, with the arrival of the Wu Meng Clan, the human race's independent state might be broken.
Of course, there was another possibility: the Wu Meng Clan might not even look twice at the dozen or so races of the Black Stone Domain and might not even grant them the qualifications to become vassals.
After all, a vassal race could more or less be counted as part of the collective, and in ordinary times would still receive a little protection.
But the Wu Meng Clan had retreated into the Black Stone Domain, and the race hostile to the Wu Meng Clan might very well continue pursuing them all the way here.
The dozen or so races of the Black Stone Domain were more likely to simply become the Wu Meng Clan's hired blades.
Chen Fei's gaze shifted, pausing briefly on one person before moving away.
Yu Wuheng—the human race's prodigy. Everyone had placed high hopes on him and regarded him as the human race's twentieth Emperor Lord, but at this moment, the murderous hostility around Yu Wuheng was extremely heavy.
Many things could not be achieved simply because one hoped for them.
Yu Wuheng had used three portions of Plane Origin, yet in the end, he had not