"Senior Sister, what was the Blood Evil Clan up to?"
A young disciple under the Fifth Hall, an Upper Earth Sovereign, rose onto his tiptoes and asked.
The war had reached this point, yet this tiny Outer Realm clan, on the brink of annihilation, was still holding back. Only three of its six clan leaders had appeared; no one knew where the other half were hiding.
Could they still have some handy trump card they hadn't played?
"According to the intelligence provided by the natives, the Blood Evil Clan's higher-ups seem to be using the blood essence of every living thing on the entire continent to nourish an unprecedented supreme emperor."
"The trump card in question should be a Demon Emperor who hasn't yet been born."
Xie Lingyun had meant to offer some guidance to her junior brothers and sisters, so she explained.
"Hmph. At most, it'll be a Nether Demon Emperor of Spirit Grade."
"Do they really think our Daoist Sect has no Heavenly Sovereign to hold down the fort? We could casually summon a Guardian Heavenly God and have him slay that great demon."
"Can't be helped. The Blood Evil Clan is just a minor Outer Realm clan without a Demon Emperor to hold down the fort. It doesn't even qualify to join the Ten Thousand Demon Palace. It's fated to serve as cannon fodder."
"Countless cannon-fodder clans like that exist among the Evil Clan from Beyond. That's how narrow their horizons are."
The heirs of the various palaces and halls opened the floodgates, each chiming in.
"Whether it's a Nether Demon Emperor or a Mystic Demon Emperor, there isn't much difference."
"Everyone, His Highness has already set out from the human city-states in the Extreme Western Land. He's gathering the last forces of resistance on this plane