The Demi-Saints of the Gods, the Demons, and the other foreign races were all in a daze.
Like them and other hegemon races of the universe, the humans of the Three Realms had themselves occupied a base over a constellation, and it was their base for the war—no more, no less.
And yet, there was rarely grand scale battle above Grand Luo, which was why their bases would only be guarded by a single Demi-Saint. That was a rule that applied to Gods, Demons, and humans.
Therefore, as they came charging in now, the Grand Mage of Xuan Du led Demi-Saints from the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, the Buddhist Sect, and the rest of the Three Realms to fight them.
It was clear that they had prepared for this.
"We need to go!" a foreign Grand Luo cried.
But it was already too late.
The Grand Mage of Xuan Du had already strode one pace forward, the image of the Eight Trigrams over his head shooting out to seal the world around them.
