The Divine Emperor laughed, a laugh tinged with a hint of desolation. Below him, on the earth of the God Clan's small world, countless God Clan martial artists roared as they marched toward their demise, an unstoppable onslaught that could not be resisted.
The Human Race launched an all-out conquest, and the God Clan could not withstand it!
The Hundred Clans of Heaven have been scheming for so long in this space-time, and finally reached the limit of the Human Race. Yet, even as the Human Race attacked the God Clan, lip and teeth suffer together, no one from the Hundred Clans of Heaven stepped forward to offer assistance.
Whether out of cowardice or self-preservation, it no longer held any meaning!
"A full water pot spills, a full moon waxes and wanes; this Emperor does not believe the Human Race will prosper forever!" "One day, my God Clan will rise again!"
