With everyone's departure, the large meeting hall seemed a little empty.
"If I'm not wrong, that day is not far away." After a long time, Elder Yun sighed.
Even though he was an Emperor-to-be, he could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness in the face of the impending invasion of the demonic race.
Could the Eastern Continent really be defended?
Would the outer realm demonic race really be defeated so easily?
According to the war 10,000 years ago, it could only be said to be very, very difficult.
"We've already united almost all the sects in the Eastern Continent. Do you think we can't stop them even with all the cultivators in the Eastern Continent?"
Tong Shan clenched his fists. His words were filled with doubt.
Hearing this, Yun Zhiyi shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I don't know."
