Tens of thousands of Desolate Slaves clashed with experts from every race. The scene was utter chaos, their battle turning this space into something close to an apocalyptic wasteland. Yet Great Desolate City had been left behind by the Great Desolate Dao Master. It was an existence comparable to a tenth-grade treasure, and it remained rock-solid beneath the fighting of so many powerful experts, showing not the slightest sign of collapse.
The Desolate Slaves greatly outnumbered the experts from all the races combined. Even so, anyone who had made it into this space was a peerless talent of their generation. When they clashed with the Desolate Slaves, it was the Desolate Slaves who suffered the heavier losses!
The dark demonic tide did not cover this space, so the experts from every race could use their weapons and treasures, and their abilities were unrestricted. They were far more powerful in battle than the Desolate Slaves, those seemingly mindless, evil creatures.
At the edge of the melee, Bao Bao searched for Bai Yang, but the fighting was so chaotic that she couldn't find him.
A trace of worry showed in her eyes. Bao Bao watched the melee with a cold expression and asked Yu Huayun, who had stayed out of the fight, "Uncle Yu, what exactly is your plan? Are we just going to watch the various races fight over the Fountain of Life?"
"Your Highness, this old servant's plan is to have no plan," Yu Huayun replied, bowing slightly.
"Hm?" Bao Bao frowned, perplexed.
Yu Huayun watched the melee with a frosty gaze and explained, "Your Highness, this old servant's task is to find the Fountain of Life. Everything else is none of my concern."
A thought struck Bao Bao, and delight flashed in her eyes. "Does Uncle Yu mean Father