"So that had been part of a grand scheme as well..." Ling Longtian looked at the white shell-like spatial rifts before her and murmured to herself.
"What?" Wei Suo froze for a moment, unable to stop himself from turning to look at Ling Longtian. He did not understand what she meant by that.
"If he had truly suffered such severe injuries, it would have been impossible for him to unleash power like this." Ling Longtian glanced at Wei Suo and said.
"You mean that Great Emperor recovering in Beiming had not actually been seriously injured at all?" Wei Suo was instantly shocked.
Ling Longtian looked at him without speaking, because she knew Wei Suo had already understood what had happened.
"Just as the Desolate Race had prepared that Pure Sand space to deal with the Azure Emperor Great Emperor, it turned out that the Spirit Race had also effectively planted a Great Emperor in ambush." Ji Ya, Nangong Yuqing, and the others exchanged glances and understood as well.
It turned out that the Great Emperor of Beiming back then, a true Great Emperor like the Azure Emperor Great Emperor, had merely feigned injuries too grave to heal. Even someone as crucial to the Spirit Race as Ling Longtian had known nothing of it.
The Desolate Race had wanted to seize the chance to kill that Great Emperor while he was gravely wounded. Such a miscalculation would undoubtedly make the Desolate Race pay a crushing price.
Perhaps that was the real reason why, though the Spirit Race had seemed to be at a severe disadvantage at the start of the Spirit-Desolate War, the outcome had ultimately remained undecided. In the end, the battle had pushed into the Floating Butcher and then into this Heavenly Domain Battlefield.
Yet neither the Spirit Race