The moment those words were spoken, White Crane Supreme knew that a path to survival had appeared for himself and his race.
"Why did we fail?"
"Among the human race's million sword cultivators, there are beings approaching Nine-Tribulation Supremes—and perhaps more than one!"
"Yazi,"
White Crane Supreme said calmly, "Don't stand here yelling and calling everyone trash. If you went up there, you would die too. Human sword cultivators are renowned for sword combat, slaughter, and escape."
"Not to mention that these human sword cultivators are exceptionally skilled at hiding."
Beings approaching Nine-Tribulation Supremes!
Human sword cultivators approaching Nine-Tribulation Supremes!
The surrounding Supremes of the myriad races drew sharp breaths.
They found it hard to believe.
How could such beings be casually thrown onto a battlefield behind enemy lines? Shouldn't they have been placed on the main battlefield to withstand the Immortal Dynasty army's mountain-toppling, sea-overturning assault?
"Sword cultivators approaching Nine-Tribulation Supremes..."
Yazi Supreme's expression darkened slightly as he accepted the jade slip White Crane Supreme handed him.
Over tens of thousands of years, Chongming Supreme, Diting Supreme, and the others had led their armies down with the force of Mount Tai, effortlessly exterminating hundreds of thousands of human sword cultivators, as easily as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Then they had fallen into a predicament.
Every sword cultivator who had survived the encirclement until now possessed extremely powerful escape abilities. When the army came, they fled; when the army left, they returned to kill. They were cunning and shameless.
How terrifying were these human sword cultivators appearing across the various star domains?
With one person and one sword, they could destroy every top expert in an entire great thousand world, demolish its teleportation arrays, and slaughter every immortal race life-form within it!
They could topple mountains, cut