"Should we make a move?"
Several middle-aged men were conversing through divine sense.
At the question,
the man in the lead pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"We certainly have to intervene. That race has some ties to our Emperor. If we simply watch the Spirit Race wipe them out, we won't be able to answer to our Emperor when we return."
"But the Spirit Race is on a rampage. Even if we intervene, we'll have a hard time standing against them."
"We'll avoid fighting if we can. With the Black Tiger Race's reputation, I believe the Spirit Race will show us some courtesy!"
The leader spoke.
Yet even as he said it, he lacked confidence.
In the past,
There would have been nothing unusual about the Spirit Race showing the Black Tiger Race some courtesy.
But now the Spirit Race was blinded by bloodlust, and true immortals had fallen on both sides. Under these circumstances, there was no telling whether they would oblige.
"Let's go!"
With that, the leader was the first to emerge from the void.
The others followed him out.
Their powerful auras swept outward as they barged straight into the battlefield.
Instantly,
they drew the attention of quite a few true immortals.
"The grievances between the Spirit Race and the Hundred Races are not for anyone else to interfere in!"
Ling Xuan struck an Emperor with his palm, sending him flying and coughing blood, then turned a cold gaze on the newcomers.
He was in charge of the Spirit Race army's campaign to annihilate the Hundred Races, and one of the Spirit Race's foremost experts. Though he was inferior to the Spirit Emperor, his strength could not be underestimated.
At the appearance of the Black Tiger Race members,
Ling Xuan showed little apprehension and merely