The Green Bone Sect's Grand Elder had been entrusted with great hopes. Yet whether it was making the Heavenly Yin Sect believe in the terror of the Zerg or persuading them to lend aid, neither would be easy.
The Heavenly Yin Sect was located halfway up Profound Yin Mountain, west of Yellow Springs. Clusters of buildings dotted the various peaks, carrying the air of an immortal sect. Within the Profound Yin Hall, Luo Tian, the Heavenly Yin Sect's sect master, looked indifferently at the Green Bone Sect's Grand Elder, who stood before him bent low in deference. Undisguised killing intent flickered in his eyes. "Li Ming, do you think I'll believe what you've said?"
The Grand Elder raised his head, his expression resolute. "Sect Master Luo Tian, send scouts and you will know whether it is true. I will leave my life as Grand Elder here. If even half a word of what I said was false, you may extract my primordial spirit and refine it into a demonic artifact. I will not resist!"
"Refining a demonic artifact with your primordial spirit? I've wanted to do that for a long time... Heh heh heh heh. You've delivered yourself to my door. Does it make any difference whether you resist or not?" Luo Tian was powerfully built, over two meters tall, with rugged features comparable to those of a burly northeastern man. Yet his voice was incredibly thin, as though a eunuch were pinching his throat while speaking, making goosebumps rise on anyone who heard him.
The Grand Elder shook his head. "For you and me, there is no difference. But for the futures of the Green Bone Sect and the Heavenly Yin Sect, the difference is as vast as heaven and earth... Though the Nether God Sect ranks last among