The entire place fell silent, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.
So heavy it almost became tangible, with water nearly dripping out.
Zhong Cuo quickly finished watching the recorded image, his expression more vivid than ever before.
The three races' upper echelons, who've known him for hundreds of millions of years, stated it was the first time they had ever seen him with such rich expressions.
"Brother Zhong..."
One of Zhong Cuo's wives couldn't help but break the silence.
"What exactly happened, they must be slandering you..."
Before she could finish, a loud roar interrupted her.
"Get lost!"
The projection began to tremble violently, making the entire space extremely unstable.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them all!"
This Emperor Venerable, who had been dominant for billions of years, could no longer control his emotions, his voice trembling.
"Kill them all, not a single one left, annihilate the four races!"
He had lost face, utterly so.
