Four hours later.
Di Tian led the strong members of All Clans away from the Ancestor Hall. Upon reaching the Ninth Heaven, they transformed into wisps of azure smoke, dispersing with the wind.
It turns out, these were not their true selves.
After all, they are mortal enemies of the Human race. How could they dare to send their true forms to the Human base camp?
In a certain hall within the Hall of All Clans, Di Tian and other high-ranking members of All Clans opened their eyes one after another.
"Sovereign, why did we agree to the Ancestor's request?"
After awakening, the Peng Emperor respectfully saluted before asking, puzzled.
A hundred slots in the God-Demon Tomb are a significant loss to All Clans.
This means a hundred All Clans geniuses lose a chance to grow stronger.
"This time at the God-Demon Tomb, this throne will let the Crown Prince lead the team!"
