On the plains.
Two forces faced each other, with tens of thousands of True Immortals hovering in the air. Their auras alone crushed the surrounding space, making it crack apart without end.
The Human Race!
The Spirit Race!
Everyone wore a solemn expression.
They understood.
This would be the final battle between the Human Race and the Spirit Race.
Whichever side won would earn the right to reign over the world and become the overlord of the myriad races.
High above them.
Feng and the Spirit Emperor stood facing each other in midair, both utterly calm.
"To be honest, I never imagined that the humans of those days would reach this point. Perhaps I should never have told you so much."
The Spirit Emperor smiled faintly as he looked at the man before him.
Did he regret it?
A little.
If he had not given Feng guidance back then, Feng might never have thought of a way to create the Human Race.
Likewise.
If he had simply killed Feng back then, the threat of the Human Race would never have arisen.
However.
The past was already past.
Regretting it now would change nothing.
Feng said calmly, "Naturally, I remember the kindness you showed me back then, Spirit Emperor. Had the position of Heavenly Emperor not been so important, I might never have contended with the Spirit Race. But now that things have reached this point, neither of us has any way to retreat.
"If the Spirit Race wins this battle, then you will be the Heavenly Emperor.
"But if the Human Race wins, the Spirit Race must submit to us!"
"You sound very confident."
"I have no certainty of defeating you, Spirit Emperor, but neither do I intend to lose to you. Only a battle between us will reveal who