Above Yuan Capital, Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom.
Space tore open, and eight figures appeared out of thin air.
Di Fu led them, with Di Ming at his side. Six other Emperors stood in specific positions, their auras tightly linked through an invisible, profound array.
These eight Emperors constituted almost all the top-level combat power the ancient kingdom could currently deploy, excluding those guarding irreplaceable locations.
They had not even spread out. They had formed the "Hunyuan Space Eight-Aspect Array" in the most cautious battle-ready posture before teleporting over.
Within the array, the eight were as one, their auras seamlessly united, equipped for both offense and defense. The power carried by their every movement could easily reach the upper limit permitted by the Origin Continent's rules.
This was the highest level of preparation for confronting an unknown, powerful enemy.
Di Fu's face was grave, his gaze like lightning as he surveyed Yuan Capital below.
The city remained unchanged, its arrays operating, its inhabitants coming and going as usual. Even Di Yuan Palace showed no obvious signs of damage.
Everything was eerily peaceful.
"Just as we sensed, there are no signs of a battle." Di Ming's cool voice sounded through the array's connection. His eyes were fathomless. His God Emperor-level will had already swept through every corner of Yuan Capital several times like an invisible tide, from physical reality to the mental plane.
"Could we have... entered some kind of illusion?" the beautiful Emperor Di Wu could not help asking.
The excessively normal scene before them contrasted unsettlingly with the fact that Di Yuan had fallen.
It was so normal that Di Wu hoped they had entered the enemy's illusion rather than reality.
Di Ming did not even turn his head. He merely cast a faint "glance" in Di Wu's direction.
There was