Wan Tong was clearly Zhao Mingli's competitor. However, at the moment, he felt that not only was he not a competitor, but he had also become Zhao Mingli's supporter.
At the moment, he finally understood why His Majesty had chosen Zhao Mingli to be the head of the Foreign Affairs Department. Wan Tong was indeed lacking compared to Zhao Mingli.
Su Yuhan had been completely defeated in this contest.
"Impossible!"
Su Yuhan said. "Impossible. This is absolutely impossible."
How could the Void Tribe agree to such a request? He reckoned that when the Void Tribe found out that 10 of their Limitless Dao members had been killed, they would immediately choose to send troops against the Desolate Tribe.
Even if they didn't send troops because of their relationship with the Mysterious Underworld Race, they definitely wouldn't help the Desolate Tribe, let alone agree to such an unreasonable request.
"Emissary, it's up to you whether you want to stay or leave. However, if you want to negotiate with the Desolate Tribe, you have to repay this debt of blood first!"
Zhao Mingli said. "In fact, I'm afraid that your visit this time will not bring any substantial benefits to the Desolate Tribe. You won't even make any verbal promises. Am I right?"
Su Yuhan gulped. The Void Tribe's visit this time didn't bring any benefits. Instead, it was somewhat of a deterrent.
If the Desolate Tribe could continue to annoy the Mysterious Underworld Race, the Void Tribe would naturally be happy and would even encourage them. If the Desolate Tribe was destroyed by the Mysterious Underworld Race, the Void Tribe wouldn't suffer any losses. Furthermore, the Void Tribe would use his status as an emissary to get a share of the pie.
This was simply killing two birds with one stone.
However, he had never imagined that he would reveal all his trump cards before even meeting Ye Tianze. Furthermore, the Desolate Tribe didn't seem to have any intention of using the Void Tribe to deal with the Mysterious Underworld Race.
"Even if your guess is right, how will you deal with the Mysterious Underworld Race?" Su Yuhan asked.
"Emissary, you don't have to worry about that."
Zhao Mingli said, "Emissary, you'd better think carefully about how to pay off the blood debt of the Primitive Tribe. Guards, take the emissary to an inn for a rest. If you want to leave, please inform the Department of Foreign Affairs of the Primitive Tribe first!"
After Su Yuhan was taken away, Wan Tong gave him a thumbs up and said, "Worthy of being Lord Zhao who stirred up a storm in the Human Race back then. This Wan admires you."
Zhao Mingli smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, the establishment of the Department of Foreign Affairs is proof that the front line will soon be victorious. Prepare to expand."
Wan Tong laughed. He didn't answer, but the smile on his face already explained everything. As for Zhao Mingli, he more or less knew that in the future, the Foreign Lands Division would truly become a division that stood on equal footing with the other divisions. He was naturally prepared to carry out his grand plans once more.
"Old Zhao has some skills. He's even more ruthless than us. He wants the Void Race to return another 9,990 lives. Won't that become an obstacle for our race to communicate with the Void Race in the future?"
In the Premier's Hall, Patriarch Ming said worriedly.
"That will depend on the Military Department."
Lan Yuheng said, "If the Eight Armies defeat the Mysterious Underworld Race, we will really be able to hold our heads high. Even if the Void Race doesn't agree, we don't intend to rely on them to deal with the Mysterious Underworld Race. Overlords like them won't be easily used by us."
"That's true. Recently, the Heavenly Works Division has been refining a type of armor. I wonder if the Chief Steward knows," Patriarch Ming said. "It's said that if the armor is refined, our army will no longer fall behind the civilizations of the myriad realms in terms of equipment."
"His Majesty risked his life to snatch it from the jaws of a tiger. How could he not know?" Lan Yuheng said. "Just wait and see. Regardless of whether it's the Void Race or the Mysterious Underworld Race, there will come a day when they will bow their heads before us!"
In the next five years, the Desolate Race practically utilized all the resources they could use to the extreme.
On the battlefield, the Eight Armies and the Mercenary Corps beat the allied forces of the myriad realms until they were forced to flee. They practically didn't gain any advantage in the Heavenly Path.
10 years!
The allied forces of the myriad realms led by the Mysterious Underworld Race were in a deadlock with the Desolate Race in the Heavenly Path for 10 years without being able to break through.
There wasn't much morale in the allied forces of the myriad realms at the moment. In the second year, Dongye Yu had more or less found out that the Desolate Race's advance hadn't been a spent force.
However, he wasn't willing to believe that the Desolate Race still had the strength to fight. After years of attrition, the servant civilization of the Mysterious Underworld Race was already somewhat unable to hold on.
In 10 years, they had lost more than two billion cultivators. Many of these cultivators were elites from various large civilizations.
The Void Race and the other overlords had indeed chosen the right time to take drastic measures against the Mysterious Underworld Race. They had used the servant civilizations of the Mysterious Underworld Race to start one war after another.
This had caused huge losses to the servant civilizations of the Mysterious Underworld Race. They were no longer able to transfer any more cultivators to this place to fight.
Even if the Void Race hadn't played any tricks behind the scenes, Dongye Yu knew that these 10 years had already proven the strength of the Desolate Race.
"The number one overlord of the myriad realms, the Mysterious Underworld Race, has actually become so weak that they can't even wipe out the Desolate Race, which isn't even a civilization?"
"That's not right. The Desolate Race occupies an advantageous terrain. The heavenly path can only support 200,000 cultivators at most. Any more and they will come into contact with the chaotic Qi. They simply won't be able to unleash the strength of their army."
"However, shouldn't a war of attrition be the strength of the Mysterious Underworld Race? They have such a huge body and so many servant civilizations. How can they not take down the Desolate Race after 10 years? Furthermore, didn't they say that the Desolate Race is lacking in resources? "
"The Mysterious Underworld Race won't be able to win. This is already set in stone. It is said that the other overlords have already started to make a move on the servant civilizations of the Mysterious Underworld Race. Is it still too early for them to make a move on the Mysterious Underworld Race's headquarters?"
Rumors were spreading all over the myriad realms. All the large civilizations were ready to welcome a new War of the Myriad Realms.
This war would definitely be initiated by the 10 overlords and they would attack each other. This was also an opportunity for many low-level civilizations.
They might even be able to advance by leaps and bounds. However, even though there was a chance, the possibility of them being wiped out was also extremely high.
"This Ye Tianze … can actually last for 10 years! Those resources aren't enough for him to last for 10 years. Could he really have refined the Desolate Sky Armor of the Mysterious Underworld Race? "
Iron Hammer frowned in Greencloud Market. Ever since he had heard that Ye Tianze had won the first battle, he had been paying attention to the war between the alliance army and the Desolate Race.
He had never imagined that the Desolate Race would actually last for 10 years. Furthermore, he had discovered from the alliance army's resource mobilization that the alliance army had used up far more resources than he had expected.
"Impossible. If the Desolate Sky Armor was refined, it would definitely shake the entire myriad realms!" Iron Hammer denied his own guess. "However, there is no news at all. What's going on?"
In fact, Iron Hammer wasn't the only one who found it strange. The entire Mysterious Underworld Race and the various large civilizations of the myriad realms found it strange as well.
Why had the Desolate Race been able to last for so long under the attack of the alliance army led by the Mysterious Underworld Race?
The Mysterious Underworld Senior Statesman Assembly had long been in an uproar. Some of them wanted to kill Dongye Yu directly, while others wanted to dispatch reinforcements. There were also some who believed that the alliance army should withdraw and resolve the matter of the servant civilization being attacked first.
Only one person remained silent. This person was the Mysterious Underworld Master.
"Could it be the effect of that item?"
The Mysterious Underworld Master had a cold expression on his face. "If that's the case, then this isn't just a matter of the Mysterious Underworld Race. It's a matter of the entire myriad realms. However, even the Inspector Heavenly Ambassador couldn't subdue that item back then. How could Ye Tianze subdue it?"
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