They were merely a group of martial cultivators, the strongest of whom had reached no higher than the Heavenly Dao Realm.
Even three years ago, with the mysterious Miracle Continent backing them, none of the true powers had taken them seriously.
Yet no one had expected it.
After the infant incident, the Mountain of Miracles had dispatched people only a few times.
The total number sent out had not even reached a hundred.
A year ago.
The fewer than one hundred experts from the Mountain of Miracles had been wiped out for the most part by those infants, who had used some unknown method in conjunction with the Ghost Corpse Race.
When the request for aid reached the Mountain of Miracles, no further reinforcements ever came.
Half a month ago.
The matter that gave the people of the Three Continents the greatest headache emerged.
After three years of slaughter and battle, how could the martial cultivators who had fallen across the Three Continents number fewer than several hundred million?
Nearly ninety percent of the slumbering ancestors had died as well.
Of the experts sent by the Mountain of Miracles, only the final eight Heavenly Dao Experts remained.
After another request for aid was sent back to the Mountain of Miracles.
Not only did they receive no word of reinforcements, they were instead recalled by a single order from the Mountain of Miracles.
The Three Continents immediately became a completely undefended land.
Only then did the rulers think once more of those people who had become utterly estranged from them three years ago, yet had never fully made up their minds to betray the Three Continents.
Rulers were indeed rulers.
Something like face simply did not matter to them at all.
When they needed something from others, they could forget what