Heaven-defying Saint Emperor

0Wan Tong who was at the side was clearly Zhao Mingli's competitor, but at this moment, he felt that not only was he not a competitor, he had even become Zhao Mingli's supporter.    

    

At this moment, he finally understood why the Your Majesty chose to let Zhao Mingli be the master of the Outer Wasteland Division. Compared to Zhao Mingli's standard, he was indeed lacking a little.    

    

In this battle, Su Yuhan was completely defeated.    

    

"Impossible!"    

    

Su Yuhan said, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."    

    

How could void race agree to such a request, let alone agree to it, when the people of the void race knew that they had been killed ten times, they would probably immediately choose to send their troops to the Prehistoric Clan.    

    

Even if he did not send troops because he had a strong relationship with the Xuan Ming Clan, he would definitely not help the Prehistoric Clan, much less agree to such an unreasonable request.    

    

"If the envoys want to keep them, then do as you please, but if they want to negotiate with the Prehistoric Clan, then they must first repay this debt of blood!"    

    

Zhao Mingli said, "But in fact, I'm afraid that the envoy's visit this time, will not bring Prehistoric Clan any substantial benefits, and will not even give his a verbal promise, am I right?"    

    

Su Yuhan swallowed his saliva. This time, when the void race came, not only did he not gain any benefits, he even carried a bit of deterrence.    

    

If Prehistoric Clan could continue to disgust the Xuan Ming Clan, void race would naturally be happy and would even encourage them to do so. If they were annihilated by the Xuan Ming Clan, void race would naturally not suffer any losses.    

    

It was killing two birds with one stone.    

    

However, he did not expect that before he even saw Ye Tianze's face, he had already revealed all his trump cards. Furthermore, the Prehistoric Clan did not seem to have any intentions of borrowing the void race's power to deal with the Xuan Ming Clan.    

    

"Even if you guessed right, what will you use to deal with the Xuan Ming Clan?" Su Yuhan asked.    

    

"There's no need for us to worry."    

    

Zhao Mingli said, "Emissary, recently, you should think about how to pay back the debt of blood owed by my Prehistoric Clan. Someone, bring the envoy to an inn to rest, if you want to leave, please inform my Prehistoric Clan's External Qi Division first!"    

    

After Su Yuhan was brought down the stairs, he gave a thumbs up and said, "As expected of the Master Zhao who stirred up the storm in the Human Clan back then, I truly admire you."    

    

Zhao Mingli laughed bitterly, and said: "The establishment of the Outer Wasteland Division in the Your Majesty is proof that the frontline is about to reach a great victory, prepare to expand outwards."    

    

Wan Tong laughed and did not answer, but the smile on his face had already explained everything, and Zhao Mingli also roughly knew that the Outer Sect would one day become a division that was on equal footing with the other divisions, so he was naturally prepared to do the same.    

    

Old Zhao still has some skills, he ate even more ferociously than us. Even if he wants the void race and lives of 9,900, will he become an obstacle for our clan to interact with the void race in the future?    

    

Inside the Prime Minister's hall, Zhu Fuming asked worriedly.    

    

"That depends on the military."    

    

Lan Yuheng said, "If the Eight Army is able to repel the Xuan Ming Clan, then we can truly hold our heads up high. Even if the void race does not agree, we do not plan to rely on the void race to deal with the Xuan Ming Clan, nor do we think that we can easily use a hegemony like them."    

    

"That's true. Recently, the Sky Worm Division has been refining a kind of battle armor. I wonder if the general director knows about it?" Zhu Fuming said, "Reportedly, if it was refined, our Army's equipment, would allow him to do so, and would not lag behind the civilizations of the myriad realms."    

    

"That's the Your Majesty, snatched it away from the tiger with all their might, how could I not know?" Lan Yuheng said, "Just you wait, regardless of whether it is the void race or the Xuan Ming Clan, there will be a day when they will lower their heads in front of us!"    

    

In the next five years, Prehistoric Clan unleashed almost all of the resources in her possession to the extreme.    

    

On the battlefield, the Eight Army and the Mercenaries Group had fought to the point where the World Alliance had to throw away their helmets.    

    

Ten years!    

    

The World Alliance led by the Xuan Ming Clan, had a stalemate with the Prehistoric Clan for ten whole years and still did not break through to the heavenly passage.    

    

In the World Alliance's camp, there were already not many morale left. From Eastfield Yu's second year, he could roughly tell that the advance of the Prehistoric Clan was not at the end of his rope.    

    

But he was not willing to believe that the Prehistoric Clan still had the power to continue fighting. After a year of fighting, the servant civilizations under the Xuan Ming Clan were starting to run out.    

    

In just ten years, they had lost more than two billion cultivator s, many of which were elites from different civilizations.    

    

void race and the other hegemony s did indeed come to the Xuan Ming Clan at the time of the selection, giving them a hard time.    

    

This caused the servants of the Xuan Ming Clan to suffer huge losses. They were unable to send any more cultivator here to fight.    

    

Even if the void race did not do anything behind the scenes, Dongye Yu knew that these ten years had proven the strength of the Prehistoric Clan.    

    

"Xuan Ming Clan, the number one hegemony of ten thousand worlds, is actually so weak to such an extent that even a civilization that isn't a Prehistoric Clan can't destroy it?"    

    

"No, the Prehistoric Clan has the advantage, the Heavenly Mystery Realm can only hold up to two hundred thousand cultivator s in battle. If there is more, we will have to come into contact with the aura of primal chaos, and we will not be able to unleash the power of the army."    

    

"But, shouldn't a war of attrition be the strong point of the Xuan Ming Clan? With such a huge body, with so many servants and civilizations, how could they not obtain a Prehistoric Clan even after ten years? Also, isn't the prehistoric land being said to be lacking in resources? "    

    

"If the Xuan Ming Clan cannot win, then this matter is already certain. It is said that the other hegemony have already begun to lay their hands on the Xuan Ming Clan's servant civilization, is it still too late to make a move on the Xuan Ming Clan's main camp?"    

    

The entire ten thousand worlds were filled with rumors. All sorts of civilizations were prepared to welcome the coming ten thousand worlds of war.    

    

And this war was bound to be led by the ten great hegemony s who would attack each other. This was also an opportunity for many low level civilizations.    

    

In this situation, he might be able to increase his own Rating, but, although the chances of it being destroyed were very high.    

    

"This Ye Tianze... It could actually last for ten years! That little bit of resources would not be enough for him to last for ten years. Could it be that he really refined the Desolate Armor of the Xuan Ming Clan? "    

    

Within the Cirrus House, Tie Chuizi frowned. Ever since he heard that Ye Tianze had won the first battle, he had been paying attention to the battle between the coalition forces and himself.    

    

He did not expect that after ten years, the Prehistoric Clan would actually be able to endure for ten years. Furthermore, from the resources that the coalition forces had mobilized, he discovered that the consumption of energy in the coalition forces had far exceeded his expectations.    

    

"Impossible, if the Desolate Armor is refined, it will definitely shake the entire ten thousand worlds!" Tie Chuizi rejected his guess, "But now there's no news at all, what's going on?"    

    

In fact, it was not only Tie Chuizi who found it strange. The entire Xuan Ming clan, and even all of the various civilizations in the myriad realms, were all very strange.    

    

What right did the Prehistoric Clan have to be able to endure for so long under the attacks of the coalition forces led by the Xuan Ming Clan?    

    

Some of them wanted to behead Dongye Yu, some asked for the assignment of reinforcements s, while some thought that they should withdraw the army s and settle the matter of the servant civilization being attacked.    

    

There was only one person who remained silent, and that was the Master of Xuan Ming.    

    

"Is it because of that thing?"    

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"If it's really like that, then it won't just be a matter of my Xuan Ming family, but the entire Ten Thousand Worlds. But, that thing, back then it couldn't even be subdued by the Inspector, so what can a Ye Tianze do?"