The Border Pass Incident
Outer Domain Battlefield, First City Pass, Imperial Pass!
The towering Imperial Pass soared into the clouds, vast and imposing. Beneath it, armies of the Evil Race, their bodies radiating wicked energy, clashed with the human forces.
At a glance, there were at least tens of millions of Alien Race members.
Along the city walls stood one old man after another, each radiating an immense power. Their eyes flickered as they watched the battlefield below.
Looking down at the battlefield, where millions were fighting, one old man furrowed his brows.
"Something's not right!" an old man suddenly said. His skin looked like withered wood, yet every breath sent ripples through the surrounding void. The aura around him had already surpassed the level of a Chaos Saint Venerable.
"Ancient Saint Kummu, what's not right?" A burly man, nearly three meters tall and covered in a thick beard, looked at Ancient Saint Kummu in confusion. "Don't those Evil Race fellows come harass us every so often?"
"Their numbers!" Ancient Saint Kummu's brows knitted tighter. "There are too few of them! And..." The old man paused, then continued, "Have you noticed there are fewer Evil Race experts at the Evil Lord and Evil Emperor levels over there?"
The burly man was taken aback. "Huh? You're right. There are quite a few fewer Evil Lords, and two Evil Emperors are missing as well."
After all, the long years of war had made the burly man quite familiar with the enemy's strength.
A thought seemed to strike him. "Could those people have gone to attack another pass?"
It wasn't unusual for the Evil Race, unable to take Imperial Pass, to divide their forces and attack the Second Pass or Third Pass instead. Though surprised, he didn't find it particularly strange.
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