"Bang!"
"Pfft …"
Unfortunately, there was no miracle this time …
As soon as the figure of the black fog clone appeared, it had already made a move. It was still a simple punch, but it had accurately calculated the direction and angle of the punch …
With one blow, another five powerful beings of the Primordial Era fell in an instant, and with their deaths, there were only ten powerful beings of the Primordial Era left in this void that was trapped by the nine-colored flame sea!
According to the style of his previous punch, with one punch, his body would shoot forward like a meteor and instantly penetrate five powerful beings of the Primordial Era … Now, the ten surviving powerful beings could be completely wiped out in two blows, ending the rhythm of the battle!
As these thoughts flashed through their minds, the ten surviving powerful beings of the Primordial Era were so frightened that their bodies trembled again. After turning their heads and exchanging a look, they were shocked and cried out involuntarily …
"Damn it, not only can we not gather together, we can't even stay in the same area. His divine sense is too powerful, and his calculation ability is amazing. His punch can produce the effect of the Heart Piercing Chain …"
"Spread out, spread out immediately, whoever is picked by him is unlucky …"
"But is this useful? In less than half an incense's time, there are only ten of the twenty-five powerful beings of the Primordial Era left. Even if we are struggling at death's door, how long can we last? "
"Why don't we gather together and self-destruct at the same time? Since we are going to die anyway, let's fight it out with him …"
"Bullsh * t, he is a late-stage Desolate Supremacy, and we are only ten powerful beings. Even if we self-destruct, it won't hurt him at all, and it will save him some energy …"
"If you want to die, then go ahead and deliver yourselves to me. This old man will not accept his fate until the very last moment. Even if I am going to die, I will not end my own life. I need him to do something to take this old man's life …"
"Roar!"
"I don't want to …"
"Screech!"
"Boom!"
"Pfft …"
As these cries and screams filled with endless despair resounded, the last ten surviving powerful beings of the Primordial Era no longer dared to gather in one area.
They each chose a direction and scattered in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the black fog clone smiled, revealing a look of disdain and mockery that was so thick that it could not be dispersed.
He was only around 10 feet tall, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of one of the Primordial Era beings.
Without the slightest hesitation, the moment his figure appeared, he immediately stretched out his arm and punched out …
The void trembled, and there was a low buzzing sound. There was no suspense in what happened next. After a huge explosion, there was a muffled thud, and the Primordial Era mighty figure turned into a red mist of blood that quickly spread out …
"Swish!"
This guy's cultivation level was not weak. He was one of the two half-step Desolate Supremacies among the twenty-five mighty beasts. However, even so, he was still unable to withstand the black fog avatar's attack. His entire body exploded into a bloody mist and dissipated.
The black fog avatar immediately waved his hand, and a majestic invisible force rolled out from his body, covering a radius of tens of thousands of miles. The majestic bloody mist that had just spread out was all swept up by him. After the battle, he would send it to the bottom of the Central Region Volcano in the cauldron's space to start the blood essence condensation process …
This scene once again shocked the other nine mighty beasts. In their opinion, the fall of the first of the ten remaining mighty beasts was clearly the beginning of the final massacre for the black fog avatar!
Soon, this unprecedented and terrifying massacre would come to an end. When that time came, they would no longer exist. Their countless years of arduous cultivation would all be collected by the black fog avatar with a wave of his hand.
And the majestic bloody mist that would definitely be used after the battle …
As these thoughts flashed through their minds, the last remaining nine mighty beasts began to tremble. At this moment, the incomparably intense fear of death had completely destroyed their minds.
Begging and pleading voices rang out again …
"Lord Demon Lord, must you kill us all? No matter what you need the bloody mist from our bodies for, now that only nine of the twenty-five mighty beasts are left … Isn't it enough to harvest sixteen of them? "
"If that's really the case, we are willing to submit. We can swear an oath that we will never betray you. Otherwise, we will be destroyed by the heavens and earth. Furthermore, we will definitely kill another primordial mighty for you, Lord Demon Lord, to make up for the loss of our lives!"
"This is a win-win deal. Nine primordial mighty beasts, although your Magic Hall is powerful, you are the only one who is strong. Do you have any primordial mighty beasts? Once the nine of us join, the Magic Hall's power structure will be more reasonable … "
"That's right, Lord Demon Lord, this is a win-win situation. We will not let you suffer any losses …"
"If Lord Demon Lord agrees, we will immediately swear an oath to withdraw from the Star Alliance and join the Magic Hall, pledging our lives to you …"
"Roar …"
The black-mist doppelganger was about to charge at one of the Direbeasts when he heard these words, but stopped abruptly in midair.
Originally, he had planned to kill all twenty-five Direbeasts of the Star Alliance in this battle.
But now that he heard these nine's suggestion, he was a little tempted.
Originally, he only had nine blood essences in his possession. After killing nine Ferocious Beast Almighties in this battle, the number of blood essences in his possession had increased to twenty-five.
Although killing these nine fellows would increase the number to thirty-four, if they were left behind, the effect would obviously be greater.
As for more blood essences, he could always make a trip to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, where twenty-four primordial mighty beasts of the First Universe's former slave races had arrived.
After all, the captive army of the Five Legions under the Magic Hall was now composed of captives from the Blood Wyrm, Azure Roc, and Battle Lion races. And these nine primordial mighty beasts just so happened to be from these three races, three from each race.
If they joined, not only would the countless captives of the Blood Wyrm, Azure Roc, and Battle Lion races in the captive army settle down, but these nine old fellows would also be completely loyal.
After all, although they had submitted to save their own lives, when they came to the Magic Hall in the future and saw so many of their clansmen living a good life and improving their cultivation strength, their feelings for the Blood Wyrm and the other three races would gradually fade.
When that time comes, it would be equivalent to the nine of them leading a branch of their own race to live in the Magic Hall, living and developing better than their original clansmen.
That way, they would naturally be loyal!
At this thought, the black-mist doppelganger's eyes flashed with a cold light. He nodded immediately and spoke with his consciousness, "That's fine too. My Magic Hall happens to have countless members of the Blood Wyrm, Azure Roc, and Battle Lion races. In the future, you will be their ancestors and lead them …"
"What are you waiting for? Swear an oath, I can change my mind at any time … "
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