Human Clan borderlands.
"No movement? What's happening? I can't sense any battle fluctuations at all," someone whispered.
"Indeed!"
"Could it be? Has the Qingfeng line fallen completely?"
"It's possible..."
"It's hard to say... Dayan is concealed by the Heavenly Fortune Tao; no one can see what's inside. The entire Demon Race of the Northern Border can only wait anxiously. It's not necessarily the fall of the Qingfeng line," a man nearby retorted, his expression solemn.
To slay a Great Emperor as a Saint Realm cultivator. This wasn't a matter determined by mere numbers, but rather... an undoubtedly fatal gambit. Throughout the long ages, even the Ancient Emperors in their youth could not have achieved such a feat. The difference in realms was too vast; it was an insurmountable gap. Yet, for some reason, a slight expectation lingered in the hearts of a few.
Members of the alliance stood dumbfounded. All the powerhouses of the Wuji Sect were on edge, silently waiting.
