240: Eldar Crisis, Backstab

The figure that stepped out from the Chaos Eye suddenly appeared above the Nether Race's ancestral land, and terrifying pressure directly enveloped the entire core area.

Immediately, several Nether Race Quasi-emperors appeared outside the ancestral land, led by Ming Cang!

His eyes filled with apprehension, he said to the slender figure above, "Senior, our Lord has not fully awakened yet!"

"Since I have entered the world, it is time for him to come out!"

An old voice came from above, its tone unreadable.

Hearing this, Ming Cang did not know how to respond. As he pondered a countermeasure, the Nether Race's ancestral land began to shake violently.

Immediately after, a divine light shot up into the sky, and a terrifying aura swept across the heavens and earth, enough to make all living beings bow their heads.

"Why such haste? Could there be some unforeseen change?"

A deep voice resounded, and a tall figure appeared in the field, looking across at the slender Black-robed Man.

"Nether Lord, you must already know about the premature arrival of the opportunity to attain Dao. It's good to make arrangements early!"

The slender Black-robed Man said indifferently.

"Well said. Next, shall we fulfill our agreement?"

Nether Lord's eyes flickered as he asked.

"Let's wait a little longer. Aren't those two fellows from the Immortal Race and the Spirit Race still not out yet?"

"This plan would be missing a crucial link without them!"

The Black-robed Old Man smiled meaningfully.

"Good!"

Nether Lord had no objection to this... A month later, two supreme powerhouses, who dominated the world, emerged simultaneously from the ancestral lands of the Immortal Race and the Spirit Race.

With their appearance, it seemed that even the Heavenly Mandate's opportunity was stirred, restless and ready to descend at any moment.

For a time, the continent was on the verge of a storm. Even cultivators with weaker cultivation noticed a vast, overwhelming force sweeping across the world.

But just as the Heavenly Mandate's opportunity was drawing closer, terrifying fluctuations erupted in the realm where the Spirit Race resided!

"How dare you plot against my Spirit Race!"

A thunderous roar, mixed with boundless rage, resounded. A powerful expert, whose aura shook the heavens and earth, firmly shielded the strong members of his clan behind him.

Opposite him stood a group of people, led by the Black-robed Old Man, who had previously emerged from the Chaos Eye, and the Nether Lord of the Nether Race.

At this moment, the two of them had their auras firmly locked onto the leader of the Spirit Race, their killing intent overflowing.

"Hehe, Spirit Brother, why say such things? If you were willing to submit to us, you wouldn't have fallen into such a predicament!"

Nether Lord mocked with a sinister tone.

The Black-robed Old Man, however, did not speak, but instead firmly blocked the opponent's retreat.

"Nether Lord, you actually colluded with a being from the Chaos Eye, violating the oath between our three races. Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the Heavenly Dao?"

Indeed, the three top races—Immortal Race, Spirit Race, and Nether Race—had always been able to cooperate sincerely because they had sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

It was common knowledge that anyone who swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao would be held accountable if they violated it. As long as they remained in this world, they could not escape.

Yet, the Nether Race had actually violated the Heavenly Dao oath and raised their butcher's knife against the Spirit Race.

Of course, they had first resorted to coercion and enticement, but as a top race in the world, the Spirit Race naturally refused to be manipulated, which led to the current situation.

Hearing this, Nether Lord did not speak. Instead, the Black-robed Old Man at his side sneered, "Heavenly Dao oath?"

"Perhaps all of you must abide by it, but it does not include beings from my Chaos Eye. We have our own ways to protect it."

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere in the field immediately became extremely oppressive. The Spirit Race's Quasi-emperor peak expert and the other Quasi-emperors all felt their hearts sink.

After exchanging glances, they all saw the solemnity and unwillingness in each other's eyes.

One of the Spirit Race Quasi-emperors lowered his head, his eyes constantly flickering with brilliance, and tentatively said to his clan leader:

"Lord, why don't we surrender? That way, we can at least preserve the foundation of the Spirit Race!"

Upon hearing this, the Spirit Race's Quasi-emperor peak expert's gaze sharpened. He turned to look at the speaker and reprimanded:

"My Spirit Race is a darling of heaven and earth, protected by heaven and earth. We will never allow ourselves to live ignominiously or submit to others."

"Listen well, my clan members: we would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

"Yes!"

The other Quasi-emperors behind him immediately responded loudly. Only the Quasi-emperor who had spoken earlier did not answer.

Whoosh!

He moved, his figure swaying as he attempted to leave his own camp and defect.

But the Quasi-emperor peak expert's eyes spewed terrifying killing intent. He swept his large hand across the air, directly grasping the other in his palm.

"Traitors to the clan die!"

With that, he squeezed his large hand, and immediately the Quasi-emperor showed a terrified expression, turning into a bloody mist.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"As expected of a powerhouse who has reached the pinnacle of this world's pyramid. Your courage is extraordinary. If you are willing to surrender, I can still give you a chance!"

The Black-robed Old Man's tone carried a hint of appreciation as he once again extended an olive branch.

Nether Lord did not speak, very puzzled by the Spirit Race leader's actions. Was dignity truly that important to him?

"Dream on! Even if you win today, you'll still lose half your life!"

After speaking, his whole body surged with monstrous vital energy, his aura crushing the void, as he launched an attack towards the two of them.

"Hmph."

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit. Then don't blame us for being merciless!"

The Black-robed Old Man and Nether Lord exchanged glances and likewise charged at the opponent.

The other Quasi-emperors of the Nether Race, meanwhile, charged at the Spirit Race's Quasi-emperors, immediately splitting into two battlefields.

But it was clear that in terms of high-end combat power, the Nether Race firmly held the upper hand; the outcome seemed already decided.

"Spirit energy transforms into a dragon, revered by heaven and earth!"

The Spirit Race's Quasi-emperor peak expert roared, and a thousand-zhang-long spirit energy giant dragon slowly condensed, coiling beside him, its pair of blue-green pupils flickering with streaks of cold light.

This giant dragon was not the same type as the demon race's dragons, but rather formed from the convergence of earth, mountains, and countless essences. Nurtured by the Spirit Race, it had already developed intelligence not inferior to a human's.

Its strength also subtly touched the Quasi-emperor peak level. Although it couldn't compare to a true peak expert, it could still play a certain restraining role.

He, in turn, intended to use this gap to fully wound one of them, just as he had said: even if he died, he would make the opponent lose half their life!

The spirit energy giant dragon unhesitatingly charged at the Black-robed Old Man, opening its massive maw and biting fiercely at him.

Hmph!

A hint of disdain flashed in the Black-robed Old Man's eyes. He materialized a large hand carrying boundless death qi, and immediately swatted the giant dragon away.

But the spirit energy giant dragon relentlessly, disregarding the injuries it sustained, charged again, its mountain-like tail smashing down fiercely.

In the battle between one man and one dragon, the Black-robed Old Man held the absolute upper hand, but he was also temporarily held back.

And this was what the Spirit Race's Quasi-emperor peak expert wanted. With spirit energy compressed and white light surging, he unleashed a fierce punch towards Nether Lord.

The latter dared not show the slightest negligence, likewise unleashing a black fist imprint, with Nether Qi permeating.

Boom!

Due to the immense power of the two, even the Spirit Race's ancestral land, which had been reinforced countless times, could barely withstand it. The barrier continuously trembled, showing signs of cracking.