News arrived from the Soul Clan, and that Soul Clan member had also been suppressed.
But that tomb had developed a major problem.
The tomb was like a beacon, guiding the Soul Clan's advance. At the same time, it was like a fuse, detonating several locations.
"The Soul Clan is highly likely to serve as the vanguard legion of the Myriad Races Coalition and invade the Divine Realm."
That was Hun Duanya's answer.
The so-called Myriad Races Coalition was a group of races beaten into fleeing by the Human Race, barely clinging to life. They had racked their brains to contact one another and formed the so-called Myriad Races Alliance.
Of course, "myriad races" was an exaggerated name.
According to Hun Duanya, some races had astonishingly few members. The smallest of them had only one survivor after its entire race was wiped out.
And even so, that person firmly occupied an elder's seat in the Myriad Races Alliance.
"Since they dare to come as the vanguard, it proves that the Human Race has truly declined." Qin Luo shook his head.
Even the Soul Clan, which the Human Race had once suppressed at will, now dared to come and provoke them alone. What did that prove?
It proved that the Human Race was no longer capable, that its peak was gone.
This was also the shared understanding of the myriad races. After repeated provocations and wars, they had confirmed one thing: that small group of Human Race experts at the very pinnacle might all have fallen.
The Human Race could no longer contend against their myriad races with the strength of one race alone.
"No matter. If they're coming, let them come. The greater the storm, the more valuable the fish."
Qin Luo understood this principle well. Before, he had spent