Tiangang Continent had disappeared, leaving the few Ancient Ancestors standing there in impotent fury, utterly helpless.
That faction had hidden itself for so many years. Once it went into hiding, finding them again would be difficult—at least, they could never manage it on their own.
Watching them, all the living beings of the myriad worlds couldn't help marveling at the Black Hand Organization's methods. Even Hegemon Grade beings had been led around by the nose.
However, although the Black Dragon Clan and the others had lost this contest, that didn't mean they were useless. It was simply because they had been pitted against no ordinary people.
Based on their own experience, the myriad beings figured that on the surface, the Black Hand Organization seemed to consist only of Hua Xia, King Yuan, Ye Fantian, and the others, but there had to be more than just those few operating in the shadows.
When faced with a Black Hand Organization that specialized in ambushing people and laying schemes against them from the shadows, it was hard not to lose.
After all, you could never know when their scheme had begun—or when it would end.
The unknown was always the most terrifying.
If not for the risk of the Black Dragon Clan Overlord falling in cultivation, his self-control would never have failed him so badly.
His cultivation had been hard-won, earned through tremendous effort. If he fell a realm overnight, it was hard to imagine what he would face within the Black Dragon Clan—or whether people he had offended in the past would come to settle old scores.
Deep down, he knew that faction's methods were terrifying. It was precisely his understanding of them, combined with the risk of falling in cultivation, that gradually robbed him of his reason.
Ultimately, he had faced