All clansmen who resisted were executed on the spot. The rest were shackled and sent to the most dangerous spatial rifts to repair formations.
This stroke of the blade thoroughly jolted awake those sects in the Great Thousand World that were still watching from the sidelines, still hoping to preserve their strength.
Everyone understood.
The Flame Emperor and the Martial Ancestor were serious this time.
If anyone dared hold anything back at this critical juncture, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's blade would strike faster than even the Heavenly Evil God's demonic energy.
Vast quantities of resources flowed incessantly into the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's headquarters, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
With the Great Thousand World taking things seriously, the lower planes attached to the main world naturally could not escape being brought into the fold.
Douluo Continent.
Inside the secret underground palace in the mountains behind the Pope's Hall in Spirit City.
The Red-Clothed Cardinal was directing dozens of trusted followers, sweat pouring down his head as they moved heavy iron chests.
The chests held nothing but the finest soul bones, rare metals, and vast quantities of supreme medicinal herbs capable of improving cultivation, all plundered by Spirit Hall over the past several centuries.
Ever since the sky screen disappeared five days ago, he had keenly caught the scent of danger.
"Hurry! Move all of these into the secret chamber on the lowest level and seal it with a Spirit-Severing Formation!"
As the Red-Clothed Cardinal urged them on, he warily watched the underground palace's vaulted ceiling overhead.
"As long as we make it through these five years, no matter how the fighting up there turns out, these reserves will let us rule Douluo Continent again."
The instant his words fell.
Boom!
Without any warning, all of Spirit City suddenly began