Yelokiji looked toward Bear Country. This was truly the last chance.
Back at The Empire, Yelokiji had thought that was the last chance, after all, the Lone Heart Clan was there.
To put it bluntly, the Lone Heart Clan was a pawn Yelokiji had cast out. Under normal circumstances, the Lone Heart Clan should have caused a huge uproar in The Empire.
Then they would have drawn the other Taboos over to claim a share of the spoils.
But who could have expected two Genesis Level beings to emerge from The Empire and slaughter the Lone Heart Clan cleanly.
They had even displayed the spoils of war. Now, no one dared make a move against The Empire.
If The Empire had not possessed those two Genesis Level beings, Yelokiji's plan would truly have succeeded.
After all, who would not want a Genesis Level Divine Artifact?
Everyone wanted one. Even if it was useless, they could still use it to comprehend the Great Dao within. Did they really think those Taboos felt nothing?
Was it disdain, or was it fear? Anyone with even a little understanding knew the answer.
The blood of the Lone Heart Clan's Taboo, a Half-Step Genesis Level being, had not even dried yet.
If they dared make a move, they would be turned directly into nourishment and fed to the City of Lone Heart—no, it should now be called the City of the Empire.
If you dared come, The Empire dared bury you.
It was not that they did not want to; they simply did not dare.
Thus, Yelokiji's plan had fallen through. Normally, The Empire should have been thrown into chaos, but this was anything but normal.
Yelokiji felt as though he was starting to become depressed.
What the fuck? Ever since coming to this shitty