The mighty cultivators withdrew.
Only the remaining True Immortals of the Hundred Races and the Spirit Race's experts were left.
Now.
Seeing that the situation had taken a bad turn, the True Immortals of the Hundred Races also wanted to withdraw with their people.
However, the Spirit Race gave them no chance.
Ling Xuan shot the Black Tiger Emperor a hateful look before turning his icy gaze on the Hundred Races.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
The Black Tiger Emperor had challenged the Spirit Emperor, so Ling Xuan no longer needed to worry about him intervening.
If any trouble arose.
The Spirit Emperor would handle it.
Thus.
All he needed to do now was wipe out the Hundred Races.
As the Spirit Race attacked, the True Immortals of the Hundred Races desperately appealed to the Black Tiger Emperor for help.
"Black Tiger Emperor, please save us!"
"Our races are willing to become vassals of the Black Tiger Race! Please save us, Black Tiger Emperor!"
"Black Tiger Emperor—"
The Black Tiger Emperor remained unmoved by their pleas.
In his eyes.
The Hundred Races were all minor races, of little real use.
He had intervened this time mainly because of the Spotted Tiger Race, though the Spirit Race's public insult toward the Black Tiger Race had also played a part.
Even setting that aside.
To be honest, even if he intervened, the Black Tiger Emperor had no confidence that he could keep the Hundred Races safe.
After all, the Spirit Race was pressing its attack fiercely, and there was no question that the Black Tiger Race was weaker overall.
Although he now dared to challenge the Spirit Emperor, that was merely a personal matter.
Dragging the entire Black Tiger Race into a confrontation with the Spirit Race just to save