"What should we do? Can we only let this rift remain as it is? And will we have the strength to deal with the Demonic Race in ten years..." Murong Longbo said with an ugly expression.
Zhang Daoling also understood that with the human race's current strength, it would be extremely difficult for them to rival the Demonic Race within ten years. The Demonic Race had not originally been meant to arrive so soon.
There should have been at least another two hundred years, but Zhuge Weiwo's actions had opened the Demon Realm rift ahead of time, forcing them to respond in advance.
Zhang Daoling pondered for a moment before slowly raising his left hand. "Nine Dragon Demon Suppression Tower!"
As soon as he spoke, waves of golden lightning suddenly surged through the Zhenwu Taoist Sect's secret grounds far away. A Nine Dragon pagoda violently shattered space and vanished in an instant.
When it appeared again, it was already above Zhang Daoling. It tore open a ferocious spatial rift and descended into his palm.
The aura emanating from the pagoda made hearts tremble. It faintly gave people the strange sensation that their very lifelines were being held in someone else's hand.
The Nine Dragon Demon Suppression Tower was crimson-gold in color, with nine golden dragons coiled around its peak, radiating fierce golden light. It looked magnificent and powerful, stirring intense longing in everyone's hearts.
Murong Longbo asked solemnly, "Is this the legendary human race's providence divine artifact, the Nine Dragon Demon Suppression Tower?"
Zhang Daoling nodded. "That's right! I have enshrined this pagoda all these years. Having received the worship of the human race across the Zhenwu Continent, it has already recovered to its peak state and has even become stronger than before!"
Murong Longbo asked doubtfully, "Sect Master Zhang!