Sinking into the Dreamscape

Blue Ice swallowed hard, his limbs turning cold as a chill ran through his body.

At this moment, he regretted it beyond measure. Why had he agreed to those guys' request? Now this was great—the Divine Emperor on Earth was at the peak of the Divine Emperor realm. How could he possibly be a match for him?

Most importantly, this peak Divine Emperor before him seemed to have a very good relationship with humanity. It looked as though he had come specifically to help the humans.

Blue Ice felt that he had been set up.

"You're the Divine Emperor those mid-tier races brought in to deal with Earth?" Dragon Turtle asked in a deep voice, killing intent fully exposed in his eyes.

"I'm not... I didn't... I don't know."

Blue Ice shook his head frantically. His will to survive was fierce; right now, he had only one thought—to return to his clan alive.

He was practically about to cry. The outside world was simply too dangerous. If he could return, he decided he would never come out again.

"Hmph!"

Dragon Turtle snorted coldly. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared before Blue Ice. Reaching out, he grabbed the other man by the shoulder.

Crack!

A sharp pain shot through Blue Ice. His shoulder had already been crushed, and another force swept through his entire body, directly binding him in place.

Dragon Turtle dragged Blue Ice and shot straight into outer space, intending to teach him a proper lesson.

As for the Insectoid Race and the other clan chiefs, along with their main forces, Mu Qing and the others could deal with them completely.

Not to mention Tianqing True Person, an early-stage Divine Emperor—even Mu Qing alone was enough to sweep through those mid-tier races.

"This..."

The several clan