"A hundred thousand years..."
Jin Buhuan's expression darkened at once!
This was not good news.
If it did not open for a hundred thousand years, the true poison in this Lesser World would be unable to return to its own world.
The Heavenly Dao shackles on the Supreme Coiling Crimson Heaven Zheng would then be impossible to remove.
In that case, he, Jin Buhuan, would be unable to ascend either.
Wouldn't he still die when the time came?
So the moment he heard those words, he had already decided there was no way he would lend out the golden token.
Yet, to probe the other party's strength, he still asked, "Then... what can the Phoenix Race give us?"
The Phoenix Emperor smiled and said, "Let me ask you: who is the strongest in the Spirit Realm today?"
Jin Buhuan said, "The strongest would have to be the Witch Race!"
"Yes!" The Phoenix Emperor nodded. "And who comes next?"
Jin Buhuan said, "Next is the Dragon Race, followed by your Phoenix Race and the Qilin Tribe on the Thunderwaste Continent!"
"Correct!" the Phoenix Emperor said. "But now, those brainless things from the Witch Race are about to disappear from this world!"
"Let me spell it out for you!"
"This is a trap our Phoenix Race laid long ago!"
"The Witch Race went in, He Pingsheng went in, but the Dragon Race only sent in a mere three Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivators, and one of them was only a clone!"
"So, if we seal off this Lesser World now, nearly all the Witch Race's elites will be lost!"
"Impossible!" Jin Buhuan shook his head. "The Witch Race is not as worthless as you make them out to be. We know how powerful they are!"
"The strongest among the Witch Race did not