The Foreign Races were not a solid sheet of iron among themselves, and the same was true of the seven Tier 8 Races of the Profound Spirit Domain.
For example, the Yu Clan and the Xian Race had been allied for many years, relying on each other, and now there was one more human race.
If the human race were still as it had been before, with only Mid-Stage Eighth-Order combat strength, then it would be utterly insignificant. One Mid-Stage Eighth-Order combatant could not change anything of substance.
But Late-Stage Eighth-Order strength, or even power like someone newly stepped into Peak-Stage Eighth-Order, was a completely different matter.
"Initial Stage Eighth-Order, and still in a weakened state. Even if he still has Late-Stage Eighth-Order combat strength, it's only ordinary Late-Stage Eighth-Order. Have the Geng Clan's prodigy make a move!" Miu Yonghe glanced toward the Geng Clan's position.
Within every race, there were prodigies of the corresponding realm. They were kings of the realms they occupied, their combat strength looking down on all their peers.
Xiao Jihong had been like that before, and Yu Zongguan could barely count as one as well. Within the Geng Clan, a race whose strength was on par with theirs, there was likewise a Late-Stage Eighth-Order prodigy.
"That old thing may not be willing to let his own clan's prodigy take this risk!"
Yu Shizhong glanced in the Geng Clan's direction. After thinking for a moment, his figure flickered, and he headed straight toward the Geng Clan.
The contest was still going on in the arena, but the gazes of the Eighth-Order powerhouses of the various races outside the arena moved of their own accord, turning toward Yu Shizhong, not knowing what he intended to do.
Chen Fei did not look at Yu Shizhong. Instead, he seriously