Having reached this point, even newly ascended Emperors could no longer afford to care whether they had signed faction contracts. The Star Saint Hall could be entered without a Star Plaque, and it was handing out enormous rewards to gather more manpower to defend this final stronghold of Star Continent.
It was precisely these immense rewards that allowed the Spirit Beast Masters' Immortal Pouch Worlds to develop at lightning speed, their cultivation soaring one after another.
But even so, the battle situation showed little sign of improvement. The immense shadow of defeat had long since enveloped the Star Saint Hall.
"Having defended this place for only two weeks, I feel as though two years have passed. Is it finally impossible to hold on any longer...? Still, I have no regrets." Straight Emperor let out a breath, his body swaying as though he might collapse at any moment.
"Star Continent—this is our homeland! Damn it!" Wine Emperor roared, yet he felt a profound helplessness.
"At this critical moment, perhaps only he can turn the tide." White Emperor sighed helplessly.
All the Emperors present knew whom White Emperor meant.
The human heart was complicated. Faced with another's glorious achievements, some remained indifferent, some grew envious and jealous, some admired and worshipped them, while others felt inferior and hateful.
Yet beneath the pressure of life and death, the title Sacred Emperor had been elevated into a kind of hope within these Emperors' hearts.
That hope was eagerly spread from mouth to mouth. Within just a few weeks, the title Sacred Emperor had spread throughout the Nine Provinces, known by all beneath heaven.
At only the middle stage of the Emperor rank, he had wielded a sacred relic. With a single strike, he had defeated the combined forces of three Emperors and four Emperors.