The Nine Great Immortal Sects of the Nine Spirits Domain showed no awareness that they came from a remote, backwater domain. The moment they arrived, their battle formation enveloped every powerhouse in the Ancient God Domain.
They made no attempt at politics, no attempt to win anyone over or drive a wedge between them, even though the major powers had plenty of rifts and little affection for one another. Dividing them would not have been difficult.
They even seemed a little delighted.
Among the dozens of Dao Integration Divine Lords, the Horn Nether Emperor stood in one corner of the Myriad Races Alliance, his face wooden.
He had encountered a scene much like this many years ago. Now it was happening again, and once more, it was these nine damned bastards.
This time, though, there was one enormous difference.
He was no longer their sole target, merely one among dozens, utterly unremarkable. He could not even draw a separate glance from the Nine Great Immortal Sects' Divine Lords. He was just another face in the crowd, beneath their notice.
"Fellow Daoist Black Tortoise!"
The Weaving Cloth Sky Spider Divine Lord cast a wary glance at the battle formation around them and said coldly, "The Myriad Races Alliance will not involve itself in the affairs of you humans!"
For a power like the Myriad Races Alliance, perpetually surrounded by human factions, the instinctive choice was to side with none of them.
What they wanted to see instead was humans slaughtering one another, wasting their strength in internal conflict. Best of all would be for every human faction to perish together.
The Myriad Races Alliance should not be dragged into the water by any human faction.
Hum!
More than twenty Dao Integration Divine Lords of the Myriad Races Alliance unleashed their pressure