'If the Barbarian God's phantom truly succeeds in descending, I'm afraid it will temporarily possess power beyond that of an ordinary Eighth Realm expert...'
Emperor Xia's brow furrowed slightly. If she were to intervene, she could naturally sever that pocket of space-time with the help of her Emperor's Dragon Qi. However, she feared getting tied down.
A faint, foreboding unease prevented her from acting rashly.
'Could there be some unforeseen variable within the Imperial Palace?'
As the aura of the Barbarian God's phantom grew more tyrannical, the Qianyuan Cave Realm descended further into chaos. The remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect, having lain dormant for a long time, revealed themselves. Hundreds of them appeared, all hidden among the subordinates brought by the young nobles.
In the midst of the great battle, some members of the younger generation had already met tragic deaths, slain by the Blood Immortal Sect's masters.
