Waves rose once more, and all living beings fell silent.
The mere remnants of the battle made newcomers shrink back. This newly ascended Yao Emperor was so powerful that countless members of the Demon Race were driven to near despair.
And in their despair, only by huddling together for warmth could they seek a thread of survival.
The Yao Force of the Shanhai Wànjiāng Region and the various factions in the other three small worlds had no choice but to set aside their former grudges and cooperate in earnest.
Inside the White Tiger Yao Nest.
The surviving yao were licking their wounds, bewildered and at a loss.
The emperors were also discussing countermeasures, unable for the moment to decide whether to submit to the Azure Dragon Yao Emperor.
It was not that they were unwilling to submit. The Demon Race revered strength, and in a crisis of life and death, they would never mind serving under someone powerful. They simply had no confidence that the latter would be willing to accept them.
After all, times had changed. That being was now a true Ten Thousand Yao Supreme.
Even if they could offer up the White Tiger Yao Nest, would a Yao Emperor really care about weak, crawling creatures like them?
The emperors were bewildered, equally unsure what to do.
Meanwhile, with the great battle completely over, quite a few outside factions also entered the White Tiger Yao Nest. They wanted to learn more about that battle, and who could make better subjects for their investigation than these surviving Yao Emperors?
The newcomers included the ancestor of the Teng Snake Clan, the Empress of Qingqiu, and a man dressed in dark robes woven from black serpent scales, his eyes like a snake's.
The last of them was none other than the