The Demon Race had no future.
The core territories their ancestors had left them—lands that had allowed them to hold out against the Human Race for tens of thousands of years—had already fallen to the Ancient God Realm.
How could the escape arks, built according to contingency plans that had been continually updated over the past tens of thousands of years, possibly compare to having stable ground beneath their feet?
"Seems like we didn't arrive at the best time?"
For some reason, just as Toriya was crossing the void between the Douluo Plane and the Ancient Plane with Rus Wang's help, the Ancient Plane began moving once again.
This time, its movement stunned Toriya and Rus along the way, as well as the Divine Realm and every being on the Douluo Continent who had broken through level one hundred.
The planes were about to collide!
"Based on our calculations, at this speed, the two planes will collide in a month."
Rus Wang's face was cold as he emerged from Toriya's mental space. He had just had the system run the calculations.
The result was that even if Rus Wang used the Dragon God Core right now to evolve into Starlight Rus Wang, he still wouldn't be able to stop the Ancient Plane from crashing into the Douluo Plane.
"At this point, would there still be time for the Distant Planet Base in the Douluo Galaxy to serve as a gene bank and a refuge for survivors?"
After hearing that, Toriya asked her grandfather, Rus Wang.
Thanks to the technology she had traded for from Chen Xiaoyue, the Kingdom of Locke now had Long-range Voyage Engines. They had already reached the depths of space, a distance that took twenty-four hours of starlight to cross from the Douluo Galaxy's star.
They had