The Abyssal Race had appeared at First Human City, and the Human powerhouses within the Ninth Lord City had learned of it almost immediately.
However, they had no time to stop them.
After all, Saint Ancestor Po Lun and more than three hundred Abyssal Race powerhouses had not paused in the slightest; they struck in an instant.
The small Primordial Tower was about to be destroyed beneath Saint Ancestor Po Lun's hand.
Just then.
A massive vortex abruptly appeared around the small Primordial Tower, as though it had formed from a vast expanse of blue seawater.
Saint Ancestor Po Lun's enormous palm imprint was blocked by the vortex. With a shudder, the vortex swallowed the palm imprint whole, and it vanished without a trace.
At the same time, a black-haired, black-robed middle-aged man appeared atop the small Primordial Tower, standing against the wind.
It was the Dao One Human King!
He had rushed to First Human City without delay, yet he had still arrived a step later than the Abyssal Race. Fortunately, he had made it in time.
"Dao Yi?"
Saint Ancestor Po Lun's gaze sharpened. He had not expected the Human Race to react so swiftly, nor had he expected Dao Yi to arrive so quickly.
Moreover, all the intelligence gathered by the Abyssal Race indicated that the Dao One Human King was not at his peak. After his reincarnation, he supposedly had yet to recover his half-step Creation Realm cultivation.
Yet now, it seemed Dao Yi's cultivation had already returned to its peak. Their intelligence had been wrong.
"Polun, with this king here, you will not succeed!"
The Dao One Human King's face was cold as frost, as if he did not care in the least about the Abyssal Race's attack.
"All clansmen, attack with everything you have!"