Not long after the Dragon Race left, concentric circles appeared one after another at the edge of Raging Thunder Hell. Figures flickered into view within the spacetime tunnel where A Huan, the Dragon Emperor, had appeared. Every one of them was powerful—and every one belonged to the God Race.
They were all God Emperors, too. Six of them in all.
"We welcome Your Highness, Divine Son." The six God Emperors had barely emerged from the tunnel before they formed a Hexagram Formation. A divine lamp slowly rose from its center. A figure appeared in the flame, then stepped out: a young man with high-arched brows and upturned lips. He held the lamp in one hand. As its flame flickered and shone outward, the thunder for thousands of miles around vanished.
"Your Highness, A Huan, the Dragon Emperor—the Dragon Race's gifted Dragon Girl—went in just now. We followed behind her and saw it clearly. What should we do?" asked one God Emperor.
"It doesn't matter. They've come looking for the Human Emperor Brush and the imprisoned Wumo.
"The Dragon Race thinks it planted spies among us. What it doesn't know is that we replaced those spies long ago. We fed it information on purpose, making its elders waste their power on divination." A cold smile crossed the face of the Divine Son holding the lamp. "A Huan is powerful and has comprehended Space Law. She's at the same level as me, so I can't underestimate her. But the bloodline of the God Race is nobler than the Dragon Race's. She cannot match my strength. Subduing her would be difficult elsewhere, but here in Raging Thunder Hell? That remains to be seen."
"What if we really run into the Human Emperor Brush? It was the foremost killer god of ancient times and