The one who spoke wasn’t Nero, but Ivan, who had come upon hearing the news. Standing by his side, Shitang Longsi remained silent for a moment before he added, "The problem now is that Pei Yan’s whereabouts are unknown. Even if we attack the Dragon Realm, there’s no guarantee we can find him. Are you sure we’ll find him once we strike?"

Bai Ze looked at the few people in front of him. Apart from himself and the mysterious Ye, the other three harbored deep hatred toward Pei Yan. Among them, Ivan, who had his limbs crippled, and Shitang Longsi, repeatedly humiliated by Pei Yan, were the most aggrieved. As long as the opportunity to kill Pei Yan was presented, the two would be willing to take any risk.

"We have another crucial mission in the Dragon Realm besides killing Pei Yan. As for Pei Yan..." Bai Ze said, glancing at a hidden figure in the shadows with a smile, "There are others besides you who hold a grudge against him. Someone will find a way to dig him out from underground."

Inside the Dragon Palace of the Daoist Race in the Dragon Realm, the clan leaders from the Magic Realm looked increasingly grim as they listened to reports from observers. As expected, Half Moon Gorge was an ambush site. Under the dense forbidden attacks from the Dragon Realm, all disguises were revealed. The so-called His Majesty the Dragon King Zhuo Geng was still detained in the valley; it was merely an illusion infused with Zhuo Geng’s dragon aura, leading investigators, wary of advancing, to make erroneous judgments.

Thankfully, Long Taichu thwarted the decision of his race to risk supporting, for if another plot endangered the Dragon Realm, the Magic Realm might truly languish as a result.

"Your Majesty, now that the Blood Demon plot has been uncovered by you, what should we do next?" The clan leader of the Daoist Race’s Jiao Dragon Race, Guihai Wen Yuan, stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the dispirited appearance of the Magic Race as he reported proudly.

"Order all tribes to prepare for battle. Although I believe under the current circumstances, a strong attack by the Blood Demon would be a futile death, we must not underestimate their madness. To prevent their desperate actions, we must fully prepare our defenses."

As Long Taichu finished speaking, before anyone inside the hall could respond, outside the Dragon Realm, high-pitched alarm dragon roars representing an attack sounded in quick succession. Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to Long Taichu with expressions of shock.

"Hehehe, they’re here so quickly! The Blood Demon is too audacious, do they truly think there is no one in our Dragon Realm? I want to see what capabilities the Blood Demon possesses to dare to attack our Dragon Realm!"

Ang! Ang! Ang! The alarm dragon roars outside the Dragon Realm were louder than ever. Clan leaders of the major tribes emerging from the Dragon Race’s main hall went to gather their subordinates. Unlike other planes, both the Daoist Race and the Magic Race had enormously large tribes within the Spirit Monster Plane. Due to differing beast habits and territorial restrictions, not all tribes could reside within the Dragon Realm. Thus, most of the Dragon Realm housed clan leaders and their trusted guards, with true large tribes scattered across various points in the Spirit Monster Plane. As the Dragon Realm faced an attack, clan leaders organized their trusted guards to repel the invasion while sending messages to their scattered tribes, ordering them to rush to the Dragon Realm for reinforcement through various means.

On another side, Long Taichu, leading some clan leaders to the frontline, received reports sent by the patrol guards along the way.

"Two legion armies allied with two major defecting Dark Races to jointly besiege the Dragon Realm?" The clan leader of the Golden-winged Roc Race, Jin He Xuan, asked urgently, "Are you sure?"

"From the scouts’ reports, it’s basically correct. The armies appeared from the west of the Dragon Realm around the Yinma River. Amidst the forbidden attacks, we detected significant spatial fluctuations in that direction, gathering intelligence from dispatched scouts," replied the reporting guard directly.

"To launch such a massive army across planes, at least three days are needed to stabilize a space passage. How did they accomplish it instantly without fearing spatial turbulence would tear the army apart?" Celt exclaimed in astonishment.

"Sir, this army is not conducting a cross-plane remote attack. It is deploying space teleportation within the home plane, using a one-time consumable advanced teleportation array," the guard’s answer solved the doubts present.

"Home plane teleportation! Home plane teleportation indeed! They transported two legions right under our noses; do you know what this means? It means at least five or more spatial barrier weaknesses are beyond our control, allowing continuous troop movement from these points for several days, gathering such an army. Were it not for today’s incident, we wouldn’t know our so-called fortress-like plane defense had long been riddled like a sieve!" Long Taichu’s face soured as he spoke, his dark gaze sweeping over the few esteemed clan leaders of the Dragon Realm, each lowering their heads in shame under his discerning look.

"Majesty, they took advantage of the Ancestral God’s absence from the Dragon Realm. Only the Master of Origin can keenly detect every spatial fissure’s open and close state within the home plane. Given our power and defensive level, we can only attend to fairly important spatial barriers, unable to manage the entire plane!" The clan leader of the Profound Turtle Race, Gui Suishou, cried injustice.

"Excuses! All mere excuses! You have heard of the stringent cross-space traversal checks in the cornerstone plane, haven’t you? Their cultivators are scarcer than in any of our planes. Their Master of Origin just escaped captivity, yet how tightly do they guard against spatial infiltration over the years! Ultimately, we have internal traitors who’ve invited the wolf into the house!"

Upon Long Taichu’s words, silence fell over the crowd. He was right, although the cornerstone plane held particularity where traversal was a taboo widely guarded against and where their populous system was relatively complete, with advanced technology and supernatural aids monitoring every spatial gap, accomplishing what only the Master of Origin could do. On the Spirit Monster Plane, naturally, a place of beast races, the beasts’ nature was loose and unrestrained, already taxing to have them long guard a spatial barrier.

At this moment, those from the Magic Realm hung their heads like children who’ve erred, awaiting reprimand without uttering a word. Long Taichu glanced at the surrounding clan leaders with a sigh, "I’m not solely punishing the Magic Race; we’re both at fault here. Regarding those who were banished from our tribes, we both adopted an indulgent stance. It’s our indifference that brewed today’s disaster! At least today, Clan Chief Zhuo Geng acted before me. His actions show his determination to eradicate this threat, this tumor that has vexed our Dragon Realm for years. How can I, Long Taichu, fall behind him?"