"And they had the same thought!"
"Damn Golden-Winged Divine Race!" the Qiya Emperor gritted his teeth in secret, "Just wait until the Netherworld Race arrives, you'll be in for it!"
Despite having twice the Combat Prowess, the Qiya Emperor dared not start more wars.
After all, they were once a powerful divine race that ruled over the Divine Domain Territory; even in decline, their strong foundation remained.
The Netherworld Race dared to stand against them, but the high-dimensional races did not dare to provoke them.
Especially when it was uncertain whether they could win.
The name of the Combat Department was thunderous.
"The Pudu Clan had many cosmic strongest experts who managed to escape; at least several of them will come here," prepared the Qiya Emperor.
With the Golden-Winged Divine Race lying in wait here, it was almost impossible for them to catch everyone in one net.
Getting half and holding back the Golden-Winged Divine Race would count as a success!
