The Demon Race stood in the Starry Sky, wailing in despair.
The core hub had been destroyed, the district chief was dead, and even those holding the keys to the large-scale teleportation formation had died.
At this moment, they regretted it.
Why had they sealed off the news?
If they had sent word back to the Heavenly Court sooner, they could still have made amends for their crimes with merit. Perhaps their sins would not have warranted death.
But now, everything was hard to say.
It would have been one thing if the three great Killing Formations were gone, but if something had happened to the large-scale teleportation formation, then they were truly finished.
A problem with the large-scale teleportation formation meant that the Heavenly Court had lost absolute control over the territory guarded by the Black Tortoise Star Domain.
Especially in this era when Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts could not appear.
During this time, if anything major happened within the regions suppressed by the Black Tortoise Star Domain, all responsibility would be dumped onto the ancient Demon Race.
With such a black pot thrown onto their backs, could they still live?
That was utterly impossible.
"Quick, send this news back to the Heavenly Court and make amends with merit! Hurry! Stop hiding the news! If we keep concealing it, we'll all die!"
"Open the blockade for me! I need to send a message!"
Suddenly, a Demon Race expert's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted.
Hearing this, the surrounding Demon Race experts seemed to have found their backbone. One after another, they began rushing into the distance.
Inside a black great hall, countless Demon Race experts lowered their heads and sank into silence.
The atmosphere in the entire hall was incomparably oppressive. No one dared utter a single