Somewhere in the Machine Race's territory, inside a massive Mechanical Fortress, a metal beast with a humanoid form sat quietly upon a throne. A screen before him played a series of scenes. If Qin Cang had been there, he would have recognized the place at once—it was where they were now!
"Heh. I didn't manage to lure that fellow here, but I did draw in a few rats first. Human rats, no less. They even made it through the first obstacle I set up. That's a bit of a surprise.
"And he has Star-Eating Grass protecting him, along with a pair of wings I don't recognize. Judging by his appearance, he's from the Yan God Clan branch of the Human Race. With strength and treasures like those, could he be the one?"
The Machine Race powerhouse seated on the throne pondered to himself. Those traits all matched the one at the top of the Machine Race's kill list.
"Never mind. I'll wait a little longer. He's only a World Master. No matter how many tricks he has, the next obstacle should make him turn back.
"As expected, the measures I set up are useless against powerhouses of the same level. They might fool a Marquis Immortal, but a King would spot the flaws at a glance. Still, none of that matters. Star King Cang, a pinnacle King-level powerhouse—your disciple is right there. Let's see if you'll come. I don't believe you can resist. And even if you can, can your clan?
"Weak clans don't deserve treasures like the Heavenly Spirit Diagram. Only I, Fissure Gold King, am worthy of such a treasure. Hahaha..."
Somewhere on the Outer-Region Battlefield, a being nearly ten meters tall stood with the lower body of a horse and a humanoid upper body. He had