"This was a great secret art passed down by the Heavenly Court. It was useless against true Demon Lords, but for powerful figures who had slashed themselves and fallen a realm, it could preserve them in a certain state."
"Throughout these countless years, they had lain in the tomb alongside my husband, waiting for this day to come."
"And they did not come from a single era. Some had long ago been buried in that tomb in different ages; they had merely all been awakened now."
"So that's how it is..."
Jiang Shu nodded inwardly. He glanced at everyone beside him, no longer hesitated, and said, "Then let us move. We must first break through the defenses of the Demon Race Imperial Palace as quickly as possible. We can speak of the rest later."
"Please follow me."
Among the Late Demon Venerables, the flood dragon Mo Xuan let out a low chant and led the many powerful figures into the depths of the void.
Before long, the void barrier encircled by nine dragons and the colossal Imperial Palace appeared before them.
"Just as expected!"
Above the Imperial Palace, Ao Qing watched the scene coldly and said sternly, "Those humans have actually joined forces with the remnants of the Heavenly Court again. They truly do not know whether they live or die."
"They are merely making a final desperate struggle."
"Our Demon Race has Demon Lords taking action. Even if they wish to leave, it will be futile."
"We might as well bury these Heavenly Court remnants here along with them."
He raised a hand. The enormous jade disc suddenly blazed with light, and streams of radiance shot out one after another, cutting off the many Human Race Venerables.
"You still want to seal the void? Dream on!"
Mo Xuan chuckled.