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“Xu Ming!”

Saint Bamboo directly stepped forward and questioned, “Why are only you guys coming out?

Where are Demon Dragon King, Myriad Blood Eyes, and Ruo Tong Demon?”

Those three unlucky kids had, of course, become Xu Ming's soul slaves; they were currently staying inside Xu Ming's world ring.

However, Xu Ming acted as if it was none of his business: “How would I know!?”

“You don't know?” Saint Bamboo was somewhat disbelieving, “You were teleported away together, how could you not know?”

Xu Ming was too lazy to pay attention and walked towards the human race's camp on his own.

“You…” Saint Bamboo felt the disregard from Xu Ming and couldn't help but become exasperated.

However, fighting was prohibited around the Yellow Springs Graveyard, so even if he was angry, there was nothing he could do.

Palace Master Po Tian, Demigod Qin Tian, Sword Master, and other top-tier Great Ones of the human race had actually received Xu Ming's voice transmission and knew the general situation.

Now, the top-tier Great Ones were all eager to rush back and see what Xu Ming and the others had gained.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! …

One by one, the human race's Dao Lords and Demigods flew into Sword Master's warship.

The warship pierced through the air and quickly left this place of contention.

…

“Saint Bamboo!”

“Saint Bamboo, are we just going to let the human race leave like this?”

One by one, the top-tier Great Ones of the alien races looked towards Saint Bamboo.

“Humph!” Saint Bamboo coldly snorted, “Even if we don't let them leave, what can we do?

—Could it be that we can stop the human race?”

The surrounding Great Ones were immediately speechless—without the three top-tier Demigods like Ruo Tong Demon, their lineup was indeed not much stronger than the human race's!

Moreover, there was also God of War Jin suppressing the formation in the human race's camp.

If they really fought, it was likely that the alien race's side would suffer.

“Then what do we do now?” the alien race's Great Ones asked again.

“Wait!” Saint Bamboo said expressionlessly, “First, wait for Ruo Tong Demon and the others to come out of the Yellow Springs Graveyard before making plans!”

“We can only do that…” the surrounding Great Ones said.

However, these alien race Great Ones would never have imagined that Ruo Tong Demon and the other two had already become Xu Ming's soul slaves.

…

The alien race Great Ones waited for ten days!

“Ten days have passed… Demon Dragon King and the others still haven't come out!” Saint Bamboo's expression was unsightly, “Moreover, according to the reports from my spies in the human race, the human race's side seems to be filled with joy—it seems that the human race has obtained quite a few good things in the Yellow Springs Graveyard!”

Immediately after, an even more depressing scene occurred for Saint Bamboo—a huge formation appeared on the ground below the Yellow Springs Graveyard; and the Yellow Springs Graveyard was sinking into this formation.

Saint Bamboo watched in a daze—the Yellow Springs Graveyard had sunk back, but Demon Dragon King and the others still hadn't come out.

The other alien race Great Ones were also completely dumbfounded—they had to accept that the three top-tier Demigods, Ruo Tong Demon, Myriad Blood Eyes, and Demon Dragon King, were likely never coming back…

“Damn it!!” Even Saint Bamboo, with his indifferent nature, couldn't help but curse, “Our major alien races have been busy for so long, but in the end, we didn't get any benefits, and instead lost three top-tier Demigods, as well as countless treasures?”

One by one, the alien race Great Ones looked at each other—they had to know that almost all of the Dao Lords who arrived at the Chosen Platform had been looted by Xu Ming; regardless of which race, they had suffered heavy losses!

Five alien races with slender bodies and antennae on their heads were even squatting on the ground, sobbing sadly.

“What are you crying about!” A ferocious Blood Race Great One roared disdainfully, “Isn't it just the loss of some treasures?

Is it necessary to cry like this?”

“What do you know!” The five slender antennae alien races became even more saddened, “Our 'Una Race' is already weak; this time, we dispatched half of the top-tier power within the race—five Dao Lords, and one Demigod!

But in the end… the treasures of our five were all looted; the Demigod within the race was also killed in battle…”

“Uh…” The ferocious Blood Race Great One had a strange expression, not knowing whether he was feeling sorrow for the rabbit and the fox, or gloating, “Listening to you say that, it is indeed quite pitiful!”

Similar situations were constantly happening around.

Of course, the most severe losses were undoubtedly the Demon Race and the Demon Race!

Among the many alien races, these two major races had the largest power and the most Dao Lords; the treasures snatched away by Xu Ming were naturally also the most!

Moreover, the three top-tier Demigods of the two major races were still missing and their fates were unknown, very likely already dead…

Especially the Demon Race, even the race-protecting artifact was lost—this was many times more heartbreaking than losing a ninth-order Demigod!

“Saint Bamboo, what do we do now?”

The alien race Great Ones naturally took Saint Bamboo as their leader.

“What else can we do?” Saint Bamboo said unhappily, “Let's all go back first!

—After going back, think of a way to find out whether anyone in the human race has become the direct disciple inheritor!

Then think of a way to find out where Ruo Tong Demon and the others have gone!”

“We can only do that…”

The Dao Lords and Demigods of one race after another scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

…

“What!?

What did you say!?”

Demon Race.

Yehenala Clan.

Erke's hands heavily grabbed the clansman in front of him.

Because he was too angry and shocked, Erke's sharp claws even dug into the flesh of the other's shoulders: “You said—Ruo Tong Demon is missing?

Our Demon Race's race-protecting artifact has also been lost together!?”

“Yes, it is…” This Yehenala Clan Demigod, who was reporting the news, also felt the clan leader's boundless anger and didn't dare to even breathe.

“I…” At this time, Erke couldn't find suitable language to describe his anger, “Ruo Tong Demon that good-for-nothing!!

—I just temporarily put the race-protecting artifact with him, when I prove the Dao and become a God, I was going to ask him to take the artifact back!

As a result, he disappeared with both the person and the artifact!?”

It was fine if Ruo Tong Demon disappeared, even if he died, it didn't matter—after all, Erke originally had the idea of killing Ruo Tong Demon.

However, the Demon Race's race-protecting artifact, which had been passed down for hundreds of millions of years, had also disappeared… this really made Erke go crazy!

“Waste! Waste!” Erke kept cursing in his heart, “Fortunately, I am about to become a God!

After I become a God, whether or not I have the artifact won't have much impact on my strength…”

The Demigod who reported the news said again: “The Demon Race's Saint Bamboo has invited the leaders of all races to hold a 'Ten Thousand Race Assembly' to jointly discuss how to deal with the human race!

—Clan Leader, do you want to participate?”

“Ten Thousand Race Assembly?” Erke sneered, “It hasn't been held for tens of millions of years, right?

—However, I'm not very interested in this kind of thing, let the Sha Clan and Ruo Clan send people to go; our Yehenala Clan won't go…”

Erke had more important things to do—prove the Dao and become a God!

“What's the point of going to the Ten Thousand Race Assembly?” Erke sneered in his heart, “When I prove the Dao and become a God, the entire Endless Continent will be my world… at that time, no matter who it is, they won't be able to stop my slaughter!”

The third shift is complete.