Boom! Boom! Boom...
The battle between both sides was exceptionally fierce, with powerful foreign race experts and experts from every region continuously joining in, each carrying formidable auras. This was perhaps the battle that had drawn the most experts in several thousand years, and also the most fiercely fought.
But matters were not that simple. Even more experts were rushing here, carrying waves of terrifying auras.
In the end, most of the experts from the Heaven Domain had arrived. Each one emanated an utterly terrifying presence, causing the void to twist continuously, unable to bear the descent of so many experts. The atmosphere became immensely stifling, nearly making it impossible to breathe.
The situation was now completely unfavorable for the foreign races. Experts from the other seven great regions had already surrounded the Otherworld Region experts. Although this was foreign race territory, most of the experts from the other seven great regions had come, vastly outnumbering the foreign races.
In the eyes of countless people, the foreign races likely could not protect that second-generation King of Kings. It was truly regrettable—the second-generation King of Kings they had awaited for so many years was about to die at the hands of the other seven Heaven Domains.
On the attacking side, an old man radiating immense demonic qi looked at the many foreign race experts with his pitch-black eyes and said, "Hand over the second-generation King of Kings now, or all of you will die here. In the end, that second-generation King of Kings will still die by our hands."
The expressions of the many foreign race experts were somewhat ugly. They were facing the experts of seven great regions and felt immense pressure; they truly might die here.
But were they really supposed to hand over that second-generation King of Kings?