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The underworld.

The Land of Heaven and Earth.

This is the deepest void in the Netherworld, a place without earth or sky, only endless darkness and the occasional flash of eerie green light.

Seven enormous thrones floated in the void, arranged in a ring, and on each throne sat a figure with an aura of terrifying power.

The Seven Great Emperors of the Underworld.

They have ruled this vast plane for countless millennia, and each of them is the most powerful being in the King Realm, wielding the ultimate power of complete laws.

But at this moment, all seven figures remained silent, the atmosphere heavier than the heavens.

"The human army has completed its assembly on the outskirts of the Netherworld."

The emperor, seated in the due north direction, spoke first, his voice low and hoarse, "The five great empires, seven legions with over a million soldiers each, tens of millions of elite warriors, and more than a dozen super strong individuals in command—we cannot withstand a direct frontal assault."

"Then what do you intend to do?" The emperor on the west side sneered. "Kneel down and beg for mercy? Do you think the human race will accept that?"

"I didn't say we should kneel," Emperor Zhengbei replied coldly. "I meant we can't fight head-on."

"If we don't fight head-on, are we supposed to abandon the Underworld? That's the world we've been rooted in for tens of thousands of years!"

"Is the underworld more important, or is life more important?"

"That's enough!"

On the east side, a short-tempered emperor suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne.

"boom--!!!"

The entire Tianyuan was shaken.

Dozens of black cracks appeared in the void, and chilling nether energy surged out from them.

"Stop arguing! All you do is argue! The humans haven't even invaded yet, and we're already fighting amongst ourselves!" he roared. "You're all afraid of dying, but I'm not! Fight if you want, even if it means mutual destruction!"

"A fight to the death?" another emperor sneered. "What do you have to offer in a fight?"

"The human race has just as many King-level experts as we do, and their geniuses and overall strength are terrifying!"

"If a full-scale war were to break out, we wouldn't even have the right to fight to the death."

An emperor scoffed, "So you're just going to let it go like that? Wait to be dismembered?"

"When did I say 'never mind'? I mean—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The emperor slammed his palm into the void, unleashing terrifying nether energy that churned the darkness within a radius of several thousand feet into chaos.

The other emperors also unleashed their auras at the same time.

"Boom—!!"

The seven kingly powers collided in the Heavenly Abyss, causing the entire space to tremble violently.

Eerie green lightning leaped wildly in the void, and space itself began to distort and deform.

Just as the clash between the seven emperors was about to erupt, an unfamiliar aura suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Abyss.

The aura was faint, yet very strong.

Like a stone thrown into a rapid current, it is unassuming yet remains steadfast.

The seven emperors stopped fighting at the same time and turned to look in the same direction.

"Who?!"

With a loud shout, seven powerful pressures simultaneously swept towards that direction.

If an ordinary Heavenly Calamity Realm cultivator, or even a Star Phase Realm cultivator, were here, these seven pressures alone would be enough to crush them into powder.

But the figure from that direction did not fall; instead, it slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was a person dressed in a black robe.

The hood covered most of his face, revealing only a pale, almost transparent chin and a pair of unfathomable black eyes.

He didn't walk fast, but each step was very steady, as if he were taking a stroll, or as if he were surveying his own territory.

"Who are you?" the Emperor from the due north asked in a deep voice. "This is a forbidden area of ​​the Netherworld. Anyone who trespasses will be executed."

The man in black robes stopped and gave a slight bow, his movements elegant and composed.

"Vice President of the Wanderers' Association, Night Owl."

The Nomads Association.

The moment the name was uttered, the expressions of the seven emperors changed simultaneously.

They certainly knew about this organization.

A group of survivors who roam between different planes, specifically targeting the human race. They are not weak, but not strong enough.

But this vice president seemed different from the other wanderers they knew before.

"What are the Wanderers' Guild doing in the Netherworld?" the Eastern Emperor asked in an unfriendly tone. "Outsiders are not welcome here."

"I've come to give you a chance." Ye Wugui's voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of every emperor clearly.

"Humans are our common enemy."

"I think you all would agree with that."

"You've been driven to the brink, and our Wanderers' Guild can help you."

"Arrogant!" The hot-tempered emperor flashed and appeared in front of Ye Wugui.

He didn't even bother to say anything more, and slammed his palm down, his palm brimming with an extremely dense aura of deathly darkness.

Wherever the palm wind passed, a layer of grayish-white frost appeared in the void, as if the space itself had been frozen and cracked.

Ye Wugui did not hide.

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread, and a vortex of extreme black light appeared in his palm.

The vortex spun silently, swallowing up all the light.

The Netherworld Palm struck the vortex, but there was no explosion, no roar; all the power was silently swallowed up by the vortex.

The emperor's expression changed, and he was about to increase his strength when Ye Wugui struck out with a backhand palm.

This palm strike carried no unusual phenomena; it was simply pure darkness, pure nothingness, pure "nothingness."

The palms are clasped together.

"boom--!!"

An extremely muffled roar exploded deep within the abyss!

The shockwave surged outwards from the two people, shattering all the eerie green light within a radius of several thousand feet.

The ancient thrones that were suspended in the void were shaken and vibrated, and the nether energy that clung to them was forcibly torn open in several places.

Space cracked.

They were forced to close again under the pressure of the two men.

The entire abyss trembled violently at that moment, as if it were about to collapse.

Ye Wugui took a half step back.

The emperor took a step back.

That's enough.

Emperor Zhengbei spoke up to stop him, his tone carrying a hint of complexity.

He had already realized that the vice president of this Wanderer's Association was on the same level as them, the Netherworld Emperors.

If the fighting continues, Tianyuan will be destroyed.

"You have the right to speak." Emperor Zhengbei looked at Ye Wugui and said slowly, "Tell me, what can you give us?"

Ye Wugui pulled his hood back further, revealing his pale and youthful face.

He glanced around at the seven emperors, a faint smile playing on his lips, yet revealing an indescribable certainty.

"The Wanderers' Guild can help the Netherworld connect with other large planes that are also being targeted by humans."

An emperor frowned and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of his throne:

"So what if we make contact? Can they send troops to help our Netherworld defend against the human army?"

As soon as he said that...

The other emperors also shook their heads.

At their level, they understand better than anyone just how fragile the so-called "alliances" between planes really are.

the reason is simple.

First, the racial differences are too great!!

The Netherworld is inhabited by Netherworld creatures, while other large planes may be inhabited by beastmen, spirits, or other completely different life forms.

People don't speak the same language, have different habits, and even their ways of utilizing the "origin of the world" are completely different. If they were to sit down together to discuss military cooperation, the adjustment period alone would take more than half a year.

second……