Chapter 844

In the brief ten thousand years since Lord of the Withered Willow fell, the Withered Willow Clan had suffered a full sixteen attacks from other races.

As a result, many Universe Venerables within the clan had died in battle, while countless Immortal-level experts had fallen. Their inhabited territory had also shrunk again and again.

In the days that followed, the entire Withered Willow Clan never recovered.

Originally, it had been a fairly strong second-rate race, with even some say in the universe to a certain extent. Yet after this calamity, it had completely faded from the sight of the myriad races of the universe.

The powerful members of the entire race were now scarcely one in ten of what they had once been, while its population had plummeted to one or two tenths of its former number.

It had fallen directly from a second-rate race to one that was now utterly insignificant!

It could truly be called miserable beyond measure.

Yet this was the coldest reality of the universe. Everything was decided by the strength of one's power. Without strength, you were not worth a damn.

The law of the jungle was the universe's most fundamental rule.

Once a race became powerful, it either had to remain powerful forever. Otherwise, the moment it showed signs of decline, all that awaited it was a pack of wolves that had caught the scent of blood, pouncing together to devour it cleanly!

Thus, a race like the Withered Willow Clan was actually considered fortunate. At the very least, it had preserved its legacy until now and had not completely vanished from the universe.

Since ancient times, how many powerful cosmic races had utterly disappeared from the universe?

Some of those races had even possessed more than one Universe Master, yet none could escape