291: It's here!

The old man's eyes flickered as he heard their words, his mind seemingly racing to sort through various clues and possibilities.

A moment later, he spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"In that case, there is only one possibility left—the Human Race has made its move!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a cold, sharp glint flashed in the eyes of Que Ci and Bi Qingan, like two sharp blades suddenly appearing in the starry sky.

Que Ci let out a cold snort and said,

"Hmph, if they were just hiding in the shadows, it would indeed be a headache."

"Now that they have revealed themselves, they can't blame us for being ruthless!"

The old woman, who had remained silent until now, gave a faint smile, one that carried a sense of shrewd calculation.

"As long as they make a move, they will inevitably leave behind traces."

"As long as we can capture this information, we can formulate targeted strategies."

"Moreover, we are moving swiftly this time. As the Spirit Race's number one Immortal King, Zhong Kun's strength is far beyond what Xuan Ping and Gongshang Ling can compare to. We will surely reach the scene before the Human Race can fully set up their layout."

"Afterwards, no matter what hidden methods the Human Race has, as long as we see them, even if we can't handle it, we can still retreat safely."

"Then, we will broadcast the news to the starry sky, completely shattering their plans."

Indeed, this team was the supreme force that had bolted out from the Yao Race the moment Lin Yan shattered Demon Mountain.

Leading them was the Yao Race's number one Immortal King—Li Heng. His cultivation had reached the Late Stage of the Immortal King realm, and his entire body radiated an awe-inspiring, powerful aura. His deep eyes seemed to hide endless years and wisdom; he was the old man who had spoken first.

The Yao Race's second Immortal King, Qiu Hen, was also a powerhouse at the Late Stage of the Immortal King realm. Time had left its marks on her face, but it had also distilled a profound steadiness and wisdom; she was the old woman.

As for Que Ci and Bi Qingan, the two Old Ancestors at the Middle Stage of the Immortal King realm, they were also the mainstays of the Yao Race. They followed behind the two Immortal Kings, spiritual energy surging around them, their eyes filled with vigilance and a murderous intent.

This time, the Yao Race could be said to have deployed all their elites. Besides the four top powerhouses leading the way, there were also over a dozen True Immortals and more than thirty Great Emperors accompanying them.

Such a powerful lineup almost exhausted the core combat strength of the Yao Race, leaving only one Old Ancestor-level powerhouse and a very small number of personnel to guard the rear just in case.

It had to be said that their thinking was very comprehensive and perfectly logical.

It completely followed the strategic plan they had steadily held onto during this period, even while enduring the questioning gazes of the other four races.

Thereby gaining such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break the deadlock.

However.

No matter how much they calculated, they could never have anticipated that the Human Race would have an existence that completely defied common sense, commonly known as—a Cheater.

Consequently, every trajectory of development fell precisely into Lin Yan's calculations... Time flowed like a gurgling stream, quietly passing by.

In this brief yet long interval, the human army had already moved behind the Imperial Pass in an orderly fashion.

That neat formation of Warships surged with an aura of determination and unyielding spirit like a steel torrent, the eyes of the soldiers flashing with a thirst for victory.

Even the God Rank and Saint Rank Martial Artists had retreated onto Xuanqing Pass.

Their figures appeared small yet firm against the backdrop of the city walls, gazing from afar at the human powerhouses standing like towering mountains, their eyes full of reverence and expectation.

By this time, there were no more secrets.

There were ten minutes left until the appointed time.

If the Yao Race did not come, they would all withdraw.

If the Yao Race did come, they would shout and cheer with all their might for those supreme experts in the distance who were about to fight to the death for the Human Race.

"Revered Master," Lin Yan spoke softly.

"If the Yao Race comes this time, it will certainly be their absolute high-end forces. You must take great care of yourself."

Donggong Li turned slightly, his gaze falling on Lin Yan.

A mere three years felt like a dream.

The youth of that time had long since shed his greenness and naivety.

The young man of today possessed an otherworldly temperament, displaying the demeanor of a powerhouse in every gesture; the difference was simply night and day.

A faint smile played at the corners of Donggong Li's mouth, one filled with gratification and pride, as he said softly,

"As the Human Race's Supreme Revered Master, how could I be inferior to those petty characters of the alien races?"

Hearing this, a smile also appeared on Lin Yan's lips as he replied,

"Naturally."

You are the White-robed Saint King who has always silently protected me in my heart, and now the White-Robed Great Emperor... "Of course not!" In front of the two, Ou Mo stood like a towering statue of a war god, hands behind his back, quietly staring into the distance.

"Tear open a gap in the Five Races' allied forces and completely reverse our race's disadvantage!" His voice was low and powerful. "Such a magnificent feat—let us three from the same sect join hands and forge it together!"

It had to be said.

At this moment,

Old Mo's aura was at its peak!

Around them, the gazes of many human powerhouses drifted toward them, their eyes full of emotion and admiration.

They had personally witnessed the rise of a legendary sect.

The Human Race's number one Immortal King—Ou Mo, whose prestige resounded throughout the starry sky, a mainstay of the Human Race.

The Human Race's White-Robed Great Emperor—Donggong Li, whose white robes fluttered; wherever he went, he could lead the Human Race toward the dawn of victory.

The Human Race's Supreme Prodigy—Lin Yan, this talent who had been radiant ever since his emergence. Relying on his own talent and hard work, he had overcome all obstacles and created one miracle after another.

Within a single sect, two Immortal Kings and one Great Emperor.

Such a glorious occasion—looking across the long history of martial arts under this vast starry sky, only the current Human Race was fortunate enough to witness it.

Like three dazzling stars, they shone together during the Human Race's most difficult time and were about to completely illuminate the path forward for the Human Race.

The waiting time was, after all, long.

As the minutes and seconds ticked away, the vast starry sky seemed to fall into a deathly silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Not a single person showed impatience on their face; their eyes held only determination and calmness. It was as if at this moment, time had lost its meaning, and their bodies and minds were completely immersed in the atmosphere of the impending great battle.

Until Ou Mo, at the very front, was the first to have his brows twitch, his eyes suddenly becoming as sharp as an eagle's.

"They're here!"

His voice was short and powerful, breaking the long silence like a sharp Sword Qi instantly slicing through the calm starry sky.

Immediately after, Lin Yan also seemed to sense something. A golden light flashed across his eyes as he thought to himself.

They're here...!

As the thought settled, just as the many human powerhouses raised their eyes, they heard a series of thunderous booms.

It was as if the heavens and earth were collapsing and the Universe was being destroyed.

Rip—!

Space shattered, and figures seemed to step out from an endless dark abyss.

The supreme team of the Yao Race, led by Li Heng,

Had finally arrived!