Ming Xian had gained the Evil Race's support. He temporarily took charge of the Myriad Races Alliance on their behalf.
He had already learned of just the tip of the Evil Race's power and understood the truth behind that battle from years ago. It was far from what they had learned through tales passed down by their ancestors.
The Thunder Abyss Army had been too powerful. That battle had been too brutal. The Evil Race had exhausted every means at their disposal, barely preserving the spark of their race. Their achievements in that battle had been no less than those of the Divine Ruins Alliance in this war against the Divine Realm Alliance.
The Evil Race was still powerful even now.
This was the strength of inheritance. He had to admit that the inheritances of their races could not compare to that of the Evil Race.
They might not be able to defeat the Divine Realm Alliance, nor could they defeat the Divine Ruins Alliance. In Ming Xian's eyes, this Myriad Races Alliance was nothing but a joke.
Previously, the Nether Clan's Grand Elder had wanted to become the Myriad Races Alliance's leader, dreaming of becoming the ruler of the Divine Realm. To him, that was truly nothing more than wishful thinking.
The representatives of the Myriad Races Alliance all looked at Ming Xian in shock. They had not expected him to be so forceful.
What status did Ming Xian hold now? In their eyes, he was like a dog of the Evil Race, baring his fangs at them for his master.
Yan Xiao of the Demon Beast Race remained silent. He had once entertained thoughts of becoming the Myriad Races Alliance's leader, but after everything that had happened, he had abandoned that unrealistic fantasy.
Now, he only wanted to