A deathly silence reigned among the Human Race.
Even if they are unwilling to admit it, they have to face the facts.
Ji Linyuan was indeed defeated.
Moreover, if he hadn't used his last means to protect himself, he might have perished!
The His Highness Thirty-Four reluctantly withdrew his gaze, his eyes falling on the empty despair on the Human Race. His mood suddenly improved slightly, and he curled his lips into a sarcastic smile.
"Too weak. If he's your Human Race's trump card for this battle, then you might as well get out of the Profound Domain."
"A race whose most outstanding prodigies are so weak is not worthy to contend with my God Clan race."
"Moreover... I am the Thirty-Four among the God Clan. Besides me, there are eight other God Clan who can help. Among them, at least five are stronger than me... How many of you are there?"
"Or rather, does anyone among you dare to step onto the stage?"
The His Highness Thirty-Four's words were despairing, but there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Of the prodigies who came to participate in this battle, Ji Linyuan was the strongest, but even he has lost. Who else can they send to fight against the Alien Race race?
"We've lost. Human Race has lost..."
Not only did they lose, but they lost so badly.
Some people had hoarse voices, looked almost in a state of collapse, and had bloodshot eyes.
The entire arena was filled with an atmosphere of despair.
They had assumed that, no matter what, they had Ji Linyuan as a trump card in this competition, and that they would at least have a fighting chance...
But no one expected that, let alone being evenly matched, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
Even Ji Linyuan couldn't survive the second round of the battle.
... the second round belonging to Alien Race.
Although if we delay a little longer, the Secret Technique used by the His Highness Thirty-Four will become ineffective and he will lose his fighting power, sending a prodigy up would still allow us to win the battle.
But what's the use of that?
Even without the His Highness Thirty-Four, there are other Alien Race royal families eyeing him covetously. Among them, there are at least five who are stronger than the His Highness Thirty-Four.
What will they use to win?
Di Xi and Bai Linglong, as the remaining powerful members of the Human Race, clenched their fists tightly, their feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to take another step.
Even for them, the only feeling right now is despair.
No one intends to return to power.
Because it's meaningless.
And... wouldn't that be humiliating for himself?
They didn't want to believe it, but they had no choice but to accept the fact that the Holy Son Linyuan had been defeated.
Even if all of this feels like a dream.
The stark reality was laid bare before them; the blood on the ground served as a reminder of what had just transpired.
The matriarch of the Ji Household, Ji Linyuan's mother, had her usually exquisite hairpins slightly disheveled as she trembled, trying to steady Ji Linyuan's rapidly declining life.
"Mother..."
Ji Linyuan's gray eyes seemed to dim even more, and blood welled up in his throat, spilling out with his voice.
He was originally powerful and invincible, but now he was weak and unable to fight anymore.
"Good child, your mother is here. Don't speak. Your mother will take you back to the Ancient Realm to find the Ancient Pharmacist to heal your wounds!"
The wife of the Ji Household patriarch wept uncontrollably.
The bone spur that the His Highness Thirty-Four used as a last resort was some kind of strange thing. Although it did not immediately take Ji Linyuan's life, it left an extremely eerie aura in his body, constantly eroding his vitality.
He once stood at the pinnacle of talent, but now he struggles to breathe, barely clinging to life, like a cripple.
Having witnessed this scene firsthand, Di Xi vaguely heard a shattering sound.
He knew.
That was his Daoist heart.
He couldn't muster the courage to act like the Tian Shenyue, risking his own foundation for a mere inanimate object, knowing he would lose yet still fearlessly defying all odds.
Having witnessed the crushing defeat of the person he was chasing, he even lost the courage to make a move.
It's not that I dare not.
Di Xi asked himself honestly, and heard the voice of his own heart.
But... it's meaningless now.
Human Race has been defeated.
The arena remained empty for a long time. The His Highness Twenty-Seven leaned lazily against the extremely magnificent golden imperial carriage-shaped defensive treasure and chuckled.
"It seems that there is no one left on your Human Race who can fight?"
"Although the process was somewhat unexpected, the result was still within expectations... If you had admitted defeat sooner, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."
"Miserable."
He slowly stood up and casually waved away the two Alien Race beauties nestled beside him—even in such a crucial battle for survival, the His Highness Twenty-Seven's behavior did not resemble that of someone on a life-or-death battlefield.
With imperial carriages and beautiful women, he came here as if to watch a performance.
Such behavior was naturally considered insulting, but the victor reigns supreme, and the Human Race felt utterly hopeless, unable to utter a single word.
Now, the drama has come to an end. The His Highness Twenty-Seven, smiling, utters his evaluation, stands up in mid-air, and announces the final outcome with a half-smile.
"As per our agreement, you Human Race must immediately withdraw from the Profound Domain within three days."
"If Human Race still remain after this time, it will be considered a provocation against us. We will slaughter them all without exception!"
He was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, his seemingly smiling face filled with murderous intent and arrogance from the bottom of his heart.
From the very beginning, His Highness Twenty-Seven never thought they would lose this contest.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Those who betrayed the imperial clan, including the Ling Household, all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling only a sense of relief.
Fortunately, they made the right choice.
In other words, it was because they were well aware of the strength and invincibility of the Alien Race that they chose to betray Human Race...
Fortune's wheel keeps turning.
Now, they are slaves to Alien Race, but as the sun and moon turn and the stars shift, in a few million years, they will be the seeds of hope for the Human Race in the Profound Domain, and they will have no need to worry about their reputation after death.
On the contrary, it was this group of people from the Profound Domain who personally blew the Profound Domain away, thus leaving behind a legacy of infamy.
"..."
The betraying imperial clan rejoiced, while the powerful members of the Human Race refused to succumb to despair.
Silence and despair filled the area around the arena.
The Su Household patriarch sat in the back, his gaze sweeping over the group of people before finally supporting his head and sighing.
Perhaps, this is a calamity that Human Race is destined to face...
As he was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of a striking white-clad figure suddenly appearing in the crowd. The fluctuations of the concealment array flashed by in an instant, and then the figure vanished in a flash, reappearing on the arena.
At the same time, the Su Household patriarch suddenly looked up and gazed towards the arena.
There, a girl dressed in white stood on the arena, sword in hand, as dazzling as the rising sun.