"The army of our Phoenix Race was ambushed by three death slaves at the Heaven and Earth Envoy level. More than half were killed or wounded. The battles ahead will likely only become harder." The Phoenix Race commander shouted the moment he rushed into the great hall.
Judging by his furious tone, it was as though Qin Shaofeng's poor arrangements had caused it all.
That Phoenix Race expert had truly swallowed too much anger. He said those words chiefly because he wanted to hear some words of comfort.
After all, the Phoenix Race's pride would not allow him to admit his own defeat.
Yet when he clearly saw everything in the great hall, he could not help but freeze.
The upper echelons of nearly every faction on the continent had almost all gathered here.
Only, compared with before,
this gathering of so many giants was exceedingly strange.
As the host, Endless Mountain's ancestor, Wujin Hun, who should have been seated in the seat of honor, was actually sitting in the first seat below it.
On the other side sat the Blood Race Great Emperor.
As for the person seated in the seat of honor, he was someone the Phoenix Race expert could never have imagined.
Qin Shaofeng!
The man who had made their Phoenix Race extremely displeased when they last met.
To Qin Shaofeng's left sat someone who was clearly a small child, yet he was staring coldly in their direction.
Probably very few of those present recognized this child.
But the person to Qin Shaofeng's right was someone the Phoenix Race expert knew well: the Cambming Great Emperor, Lord Cangluo.
And in a distant corner were two more seats, occupied by a young man and an old woman who clearly did not wish to get involved and had deliberately