Another hour passed.
The main forces from the seven Divine Master-level factions also arrived one after another in the Ancestral Emperor Domain.
Among them—
Ding Wei led the Hao Tian Divine Sect's group, glancing at the dark mass of people around and sneering, "Guess you're not holding back, sending this many folks."
All around,
it was clearly the other six Divine Master-level factions who had sent their own people.
Even though Divine Master Realm experts can't make a move, it never said they couldn't dispatch their elites to compete for the Heart of Space, right?
"No point in mocking each other—everyone's after the Heart of Space. Let's see whose skills matter most."
A man with a sword strapped to his waist said calmly.
"Fu Yun, if your Chaos Essence Sword Ancestor gets the Heart of Space, doesn't really do much for you guys, huh?" Qiu Shenpu from the Yin Yang Sect, looking especially sly, giggled, "Why not back out and save yourselves the trouble?"
