Ji Hao carefully counted. Other than Yamo Di, sixty-seven power elders were hovering above the Highest Conference Hall!
Sixty-seven Sun and Moon stage powerful beings were as powerful as Supreme Magi. They were a part of the power of Yu Dynasty, a part of the heavy mountain that had been pressing on the alliance of human clans for countless years. They were the strongest tentacles of the multi-tentacled monster that had been crazily plundering resources from Pan Gu world and draining the blood of human beings.
The destructive weapon spread its twenty-four pairs of wings and suffused the entire sky above Liang Zhu City with a dense black mist.
Sixty-seven thumb-thick beams of dark light pierced into the chests of these power elders, leaving beautiful arcs in the air along with a destructive power that seemed to be able to destroy the entire world. Sixty-seven Yu Clan elders, who held the highest power of Yu Clan, screamed hoarsely while helplessly falling from the sky like butterflies in a storm.
Yemo Tian gasped quickly for air. Blood gushed out of his nostrils and mouth.
As Yamo Di said, the weight of this strike was beyond Yemo Tian's limit. Attacking sixty-seven Sun and Moon stage powerful beings simultaneously, Yemo Tian had to take a part of the counterforce with his own body. His soul was connected with the destructive weapon. Therefore, he had to help the destructive weapon calculate the weaknesses of these power elders, and calculate the attacking trajectories of the dark light beams.
Puffs of white mist rose from Yemo Tian's head. The moment the dark light beams flashed across the sky, Yemo Tian's brain boiled because of the calculation. His brain was almost cooked.
"You will all die!" Yemo Tian chuckled. With difficulty, he took out a bottle of purple medicine and poured it into his mouth. A dense purple mist surged out of his body and transformed into nine faint dragon silhouettes, rotating slowly around him.
He raised his head and glanced at Yemo Tian. Through the transparent crystal wall, he saw Yemo Tian take the medicine.
'Damn you, a bunch of damnable people.' Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. The medicine Yemo Tian took was called 'soul-rejuvenating nine dragons water' from the dragon-kind, one of the few most famous life-saving medicines of the dragon-kind!
Perhaps it was because they were too stupid, the Dragon Clan knew nothing about refining treasures, drawing talismans, alchemy, formations, and the like. However, they were rich enough to refine life-saving treasures like the Soul Returning Nine Dragons Water. Simply speaking, a bottle of soul-returning nine dragon water could be used to forge thirty Divine-Magus-level magic treasures!
The Dragon Clan completely relied on smashing materials without any regard for the cost to be able to produce such a saint grade spirit herb!
This kind of soul-reviving nine-dragon water was quite rare even to the direct descendants of the dragon-kind, but Yemo Tian could easily take out a bottle of it to recover his life-force. Except for the fact that some dragon leaders had colluded with the non-humankind, Ji Hao couldn't think of any other explanation.
"A bunch of bastards who have forgotten their roots!" Ji Hao cursed in a low voice, then transformed into a gust of wind and flew forward.
Sixty-seven power elders fell from the sky while roaring hoarsely. Human-head-sized holes were left in their chests, and thirty-four of them died right on the spot. Their bodies and souls were collapsing speedily, turning into ashes while their souls disintegrated into tiny light spots, drifting away in the wind.
The other thirty-three, who were even more powerful, tried their best to boost up their powers to defend themselves against the destructive power. While falling from the sky, they took out life-saving medicines and poured them into their mouths.
At the same time, from the Grand Court and the Grand Administrative Court on both sides, nearly a hundred beams of light shot up into the sky. Their auras, which were as powerful as prehistoric beasts, turned into twelve different kinds of dense clouds that corresponded to the power of the three suns and nine moons, rolling and spreading in all directions.
Nearly a hundred Sun and Moon stage Jia Clan warriors rose into the sky. They were wearing heavy armors and holding brightly shining divine weapons, roaring hoarsely as they marched towards the destructive weapon.
Jia Clan people. In Pan Yu world, Yu Clan people were the supreme controllers of the political power. Therefore, Sun and Moon stage Yu Clan nobles could join the highest council of elders and become power elders.
Jia Clan people were military nobles in Pan Yu world. They controlled elite armies, were fierce warriors, and were the core force of Yu Dynasty's military group. As Sun and Moon stage beings, they also joined the highest council of elders, but couldn't become power elders. Instead, they could only be deputy elders in the highest command, which was on the same level as the highest council of elders.
Yemo Tian's Glorious Domination rebelled, which was an internal conflict among Yu Clan people. Led by Yamo Di, the other power elders all showed up to suppress the rebellion, while deputy elders who belonged to Jia Clan surely wouldn't get involved in the internal affairs of Yu Clan people.
With a gloating attitude, these deputy elders hid aside and quietly watched the situation. They didn't even bother to deal with the riot in Liang Zhu City. Instead, they focused on the confrontation between Yemo Tian and Yamo Di.
When Yamo Di was killed, these deputy elders didn't move. They were 'happy' to see Yamo Di fall.
But, the moment the sixty-seven power elders were killed or injured severely, these deputy elders could no longer stay calm. Yu Clan, Jia Clan, Xiu Clan, they were an organic whole. Without the guidance of power elders, these deputy elders clearly understood that they were no longer capable of leading Yu Dynasty to grow stronger.
Except for violence, they had nothing.
Therefore, nearly a hundred deputy elders rushed out, roared thunderously, and launched full-scale attacks on the destructive weapon.
Yemo Tian swallowed the soul-returning nine dragons water and laughed with a strange voice. Excitedly, he looked at these deputy elders, who pounced on him, and said, "So scary, so scary, the power vibrations you released are so scary. But, does it work? As long as I still have the destructive weapon, I am invincible! In the entire Pan Gu world, I am the strongest being! "
Blood gushed out of his ears as well. Yemo Tian roared hysterically. His erect eye suddenly popped out, as he merged all of his spirit power with the destructive weapon.
The destructive weapon slowly spread its wings. The space collapsed, being devoured by the destructive weapon. The eight arms of the destructive weapon lengthened bit by bit. On each of its palms, a dark light condensed into a sword of light, shaking intensely.
Yemo Tian's skin split up, exposing his blood-soaked muscles. He roared hoarsely while the eight swords wove into a dark web of light, descending on the deputy elders.
He didn't join the fight between Yemo Tian and the deputy elders. Instead, he rushed to the fallen power elders and waved a small flag in his hand. Next, a door thickly covered in ghost head statues suddenly appeared beside these power elders.
Countless chains condensed from Netherworld power were released from the door. These chains coiled around the injured power elders and forcibly dragged them into the immeasurably deep door.
Those elders who could still move struggled crazily. They screamed hoarsely, burning their spirit blood to release a terrifying power to resist the devouring power of the door.
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