Sword Emperor

When she was preparing to tear open the space to continue her journey, she suddenly realized something.    

"Now that the portal is in my hand, why should I waste time on the journey?"    

Thinking up to this point, she immediately took out the shuttle door that she had just obtained.    

It looked like an ordinary bronze portal that was filled with a heavy and ancient aura.    

However, if one looked carefully, one could find that the surface of the bronze gate was filled with obscure spatial fluctuations.    

Even with Slyris' strength, she was still shocked by this spatial fluctuation.    

It could be said that this was the most supreme spatial treasure below the Primal Chaos Bead.    

Unfortunately, this treasure had the most important function of traveling and had no effect of killing enemies.    

Thus, the value of this treasure would be greatly reduced.    

Of course, the value of this treasure was completely unimaginable to the ruler who controlled an extremely large territory.    

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and soon after, Slyris regained her senses.    

Whether this treasure was valuable or not, it didn't matter. After all, as long as they could succeed in the final plan, the entire Buzhou Mountain would be theirs.    

At that time, not to mention such an inconspicuous door, even supreme treasures such as the Godslayer Axe or the Godslayer Spear would have a chance of being taken in.    

On the spot, Slyris did not dare to waste any more time. She immediately pushed open the door and walked forward.    

Just as her entire body was about to disappear completely into the door, a tentacle suddenly reached out from within.    

After that, a tremendous amount of obscure powers started to circulate as she managed to forcefully keep the door into her storage.    

At this moment, be it the doors or Slyris's figure, they were all gone without a trace.    

The God Lord could be said to be furious when he saw that the plan that he had painstakingly prepared for a long time had failed.    

The countless cultivators of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races were all trembling in fear. As for Mo Xiao, the Skyfall Clan Master, and the others, they had been summoned back because the Ten Thousand Ancient Races were in dire need of experts.    

Since he really had no way to deal with Sun Bing and the others, he could only reprimand them helplessly before the Divine Master turned around and left.    

As he looked at the spacious and empty space, only the Dao Master and the Divine Master were left, he could only sigh endlessly in his heart.    

Initially, he had thought that with the powerful strength of the Wan Clan and their strong foundation, the remnants of the Nine Li were just a small matter that could be easily eliminated.    

However, from the looks of it, the Ten Thousand Races had too few flaws, and they didn't have enough experts.    

Otherwise, they could completely rely on their overwhelming strength to wipe out the Nine Li Race.    

Even if they were agile and could launch sneak attacks at all times, so what? If each clan sent two or three experts like themselves, would the Nine Li Clan's plan succeed?    

When the Divine Master thought of this, a wisp of regret even appeared in his heart.    

In fact, the Devils had also contributed a lot to the eradication of the Nine Li's race, especially the Demon Master. He was an extremely terrifying expert.    

If he was given enough time, he would be able to compete with them.    

But in the end, it was precisely because of the fear in his heart, that the Divine Master had transferred him out of the battlefield and used the Heaven Splitting Axe to injure him. In the end, he sealed him in a secret place.    

Although the entire process was rather secretive and there was no evidence at all, the Divine Master, the Dao Master, and even Mo Xiao could guess that it was done by the God Lord.    

It was precisely because of this that the God Lord and the Dao Lord were extremely wary of the God Lord. They worked together to force the God Lord to be unable to use the Heaven Splitting Axe.    

However, time had changed. They never would have imagined that they would work together and force the God Lord to not use the Heaven Splitting Axe, but now, they were giving it to the God Lord to use. This truly made him sigh.    

If he had known that this would happen, then the God Lord would have never attacked the Demon Lord back then.    

With that, he could have one more powerful person on his side who could be said to be at the peak.    

It was a pity that it was already too late for him to say all of that right now.    

Even if he were to release the Demon Master now, the other party's heart was filled with endless hatred.    

At that time, not to mention helping the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, he might even be able to lead the entire Devils to join the Nine Li Clan to take revenge for him.    

It could be said that the situation in front of the Ten Thousand Races was almost a dead end.    

After all, as long as Sun Bing and the Nine Li Clan continued to do so, the Ten Thousand Ancient Races would be on tenterhooks and might even completely collapse.    

This was something that the Divine Master could not accept.    

Even though the Ten Thousand Races were currently at the top, chasing after the Nine Li Clan and forcing them to flee in panic.    

However, the most important reason was that he had more people on his side. If the Ten Thousand Ancient Races collapsed, no other race would be able to compete with the Nine Li Clan.    

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and then the God Lord couldn't help but mutter to himself:    

"Since that Sun Bing has been exterminating all the other races, why don't we gather all of our races together? With that, we can definitely defend against their attacks."    

However, just as he finished his sentence, he immediately shook his head and rejected the suggestion.    

Putting aside the fact that every clan lived in different places for the time being, there were even many clans that did not have their own worlds, so it would be rather troublesome for them to relocate.    

Even though the Alliance had prepared a world for every clan, Buzhou Mountain was truly too big.    

To relocate the entire clan from such a long distance, it might take hundreds of thousands or even millions of years.    

It would take them so long to move the clan. It was too long.    

Just as the Master God was feeling extremely conflicted, he suddenly saw that the Master God was still standing on the altar, as if he was trying to contact the Slyris.    

For a moment, he could only feel a surge of fire in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak blandly.    

"What's the use of this altar? The previous few times we contacted each other, haven't you realized their attitude? They clearly want both of us to suffer losses.    

When the time comes, they can just sit back and take advantage of us. So, it is impossible to ask their help."    

At the end, the master, the master, and even the master all sighed at the same time.    

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.    

Who would have thought that the Ten Thousand Races, who had been full of vigor and fortune a few years ago, would become like this?    

Just as everyone was feeling helpless, a large bronze door suddenly appeared in the air above the altar.    

After that, a very familiar but extremely twisted voice slowly sounded.    

"Fellow Daoist, long time no see!"