"Could it be that the Blood Spirit Race had truly made up their minds to wipe out my Death Prison Race? Damn it, just who was that Blood Spirit Race member who died in the Sacred Land, for them to make such a huge fuss over it?!" Yantian True God slammed the chair beneath him, his face full of helplessness.
Once a behemoth like the Blood Spirit Race decided to deal with him, crushing him would be no harder than crushing an ant. But who exactly was plotting against him?!
The patriarch said cautiously, "Reporting to the Ancestor, Minlin Venerable presided over the spacetime reversal at the time. The person who was resurrected was called Dengken."
Yantian True God suddenly fell silent. "Dengken? A descendant of that old fellow, the Blood Spirit Race's number one True God?"
Though it was phrased as a question, he was already certain. A chill rose up his spine, and anxiety filled his heart. This is bad. That old fellow is far too powerful. I need to quickly gather the elites and wealth and flee the Primordial Universe. Once that old fellow arrives, it'll be too late!
Although Yantian True God had long since become a Universe Strongest—having reached the True God realm long ago—his combat strength was only at the peak of the eighth tier. Yet that number one True God was the strongest expert beneath the Blood Spirit Progenitors, a genuine peak tenth-tier powerhouse who could run rampant through the Universe Ocean. Dealing with him would be effortless.
He had never expected to provoke that man this time!
Yantian True God could no longer sit still. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the patriarch and headed outside. "Come, let's gather the clansmen as quickly as possible, take the treasury, and develop in the