A voice rang out.
It swept across the battlefield, making everyone's heart jolt.
Hei Ming's face lit up with joy.
"My Emperor!"
How could he fail to recognize that voice?
Unlike Hei Ming's wild delight, Ling Xuan's expression changed drastically.
"The Black Tiger Emperor!?"
That voice alone, together with the aura its owner had released, filled him with dread.
After all.
He was a Sixth-Stage Immortal.
Though he had yet to enter the ranks of upper third tier true immortals, he stood at the pinnacle of the mid three levels true immortals.
The Black Tiger Race was merely a major race, not a top-tier major race.
The reason was simple.
The Black Tiger Race had no upper third tier true immortal.
Ever since the world had advanced into a Great Thousand World, the distinction between a major race and a top-tier major race had depended on whether an upper third tier true immortal presided over it.
If it had one.
Then even if that race had few other powerful cultivators, it could still count as a top-tier major race.
Without one, it could only be called a major race.
If it had only lower third tier true immortals, then it was a minor race.
As for having no true immortal presiding over it, that was impossible.
When the world had first come into being, many races had no true immortals, but now, every race had at least some.
Races without a true immortal to protect them.
Had long since been destroyed and vanished.
Thus.
Even the weakest minor race now had a true immortal.
Even if that true immortal was only a First-Tier Immortal who had just broken through.
Returning to the matter at hand.
The Black Tiger Race was a major race rather than a top-tier major race precisely