Luo Shan had no idea what to do now.
"Luo Jun, why haven't you made a move yet? Where's Yuan Sheng?" Xia Shenji was growing impatient. He could already picture Lu Yin being besieged by all sides. He had waited far, far too long for this day.
In the starry sky of the Fifth Continent, Lu Yin stared at Luo Jun. Would they fight or not?
He was ready either way.
If they fought, he would spare no effort. With the power he now commanded—Elder Chan, Mu Xie, the three Ancestors of the Divine General Record, Prison Dragon, E Chi, Master Shan, and Liuyun—even if the Four Sides Heavenly Balance joined forces with Three Monarchs Space-Time, it was still anyone's guess who would win.
If the Six Directions Meeting intervened, the Lost Race wouldn't stand by and do nothing. They were still counting on him to draw the Ancient Card to them.
Illusory God Space-Time wouldn't help, and Over Space-Time had no time to spare.
The Six Directions Meeting's greatest enemy had always been the Eternal Clan. If they diverted too much strength here, they would struggle to deal with the Eternal Clan.
That was assuming Xu Heng and Xu Leng didn't get involved. If they still valued their friendship with him, then even if they didn't help Primeval Space, they could at least stall someone like Yuan Sheng.
However he looked at it, Lu Yin had the confidence to open the passage.
Most importantly, no matter how terrible the cost of opening the passage might be, it couldn't compare to Primeval Space becoming a Boundless Battlefield.
If Primeval Space became a Boundless Battlefield, the war would never end. No one could know how many people would die.
If they really wanted to tear off the mask, then so be