The Heavenly Beings perished.
Ji Mang did not stop. He immediately summoned more members of the Gold Spirit Race to throw themselves into the Gengjin Sword Domain, seeking to make this deathtrap even more terrifying.
Faced with such an order,
most members of the Gold Spirit Race did not refuse.
But some still resisted.
Those members
were all personally slain by Ji Mang and tossed into the Gengjin Sword Domain.
From beginning to end,
Ji Mang's expression remained indifferent.
"Your sacrifices will not be in vain. As long as we preserve our territory, the Gold Spirit Race will still have hope of rising again. When that day comes, every member of our race will remember you."
He spoke slowly.
But
no one answered.
At that,
Ji Mang said nothing more.
For the Gold Spirit Race, losing their territory was absolutely unacceptable.
Otherwise,
their only remaining option would be to seal off their Secret Realm.
Sealing off their Secret Realm might seem like a way to protect themselves.
In reality,
unless they had no other choice, no one wanted to seal off their Secret Realm, much less abandon all their advantages amid such heavenly momentum.
An age of great strife
might come only once every several hundred thousand years, or even a million years.
If they missed it,
they might never have another chance to rise for hundreds of thousands of years.
More importantly,
the Demon Abyss Calamity was approaching.
If the Gold Spirit Race lacked the strength to protect themselves, they might well be wiped out when the calamity struck.
Thus,
in Ji Mang's eyes, everything he was doing now was for the survival of the Gold Spirit Race.
If they truly sealed off their Secret Realm,
everything would be lost.
"The Human Race!"
At the thought of the Human