Outside Yao Mountain City, in all four directions, tens of thousands of heavily armored warriors had been waiting for the battle.
Zhamu had over three-hundred-thousand elite warriors under his command, coldly and slightly proudly looking at those non-humankind slaves, who were encircled. Those powerful Jia Clan warriors, who used to stand high above the masses, and he used to kneel down to them; those dark-skinned dark-kind slave warriors, who shared the same bloodline as him; and those colorful-skinned non-humankind slaves, who had a large number of non-humankind slaves.
"A bunch of reckless things, they deserve to become sacrifices for our great master!" Towards these poor people who were about to be sacrificed, Zhamu and all dark-kind warriors under his command had the same thought.
There was no pity, no sympathy, not even the slightest bit of reluctance.
To put it in an inappropriate way, dark-kind, this poor race, they were like tamed hunting dogs. Obedience and politeness had been deeply engraved in their bloodlines. Even though over a half of those warriors who were encircled looked exactly the same as them, hunting dogs would never see themselves as the same kind of creatures as wild wolves.
"So stupid." Zhamu stroked his chest armor, which was embossed with exquisite patterns, gave a scornful smile and said to the few dark-kind commanders around him, "They should kneel down and pledge their loyalty to our great master. That way, they might have a chance to survive."
Those dark-kind commanders laughed out loud. Their hearts were filled with pride and pride. They were the slaves of the noble Earl Yao, while those poor ones who had the same skin color and bloodline as them were poor sacrifices. This was enough to make them proud!
The old monster Candle Dragon Gui was holding a large wine pot, squatting on the fence wall of Yao Mountain City, looking at those trapped slaves. He was sipping the wine bit by bit, murmuring to himself curiously, "Ji Hao, this kid, he bought so many slaves … He's not going to do that kind of thing, is he?"
Si Wen Ming was also holding a large wine pot, sitting on a battlement, looking at those cold and numb slaves in the distance. He took a big gulp of wine, laughed out loud and said, "Non-humankind beings. Dead non-humankind beings are the best non-humankind beings. In fact, I never agreed to use non-humankind beings as slaves. It's better to kill them all. Ji Hao did a good job! "
Candle Dragon Gui and Si Wen Ming both came to watch the show.
Ji Hao sent out Zhu Rong Long and the other eight Divine Magi and nearly emptied the entire slave market in Pu Ban City. This was neither a small nor a big deal, enough to alarm Candle Dragon Gui and Si Wen Ming, who were both well-informed. They all knew about Shaosi and Taisi. They knew that Shaosi and Taisi had the bloodline of the nearly extinct Netherworld kind. Therefore, they could roughly guess what Ji Hao wanted to do.
Therefore, they had rushed over to witness the mysterious and terrifying Mysterious Underworld Race with their own eyes.
Candle Dragon Gui simply wanted to watch a good show. As an old man, he would always be curious. Si Wen Ming had also brought a few trusted Master Magi with him. He prepared to record the whole process of the Netherworld kind's blood offering ceremony and store it in the secret book of the Magi Palace for future generations to refer to.
The two of them watched as groups of slaves were escorted over and stood expressionlessly in the cold wind.
Abruptly, Candle Dragon Gui slapped heavily on the fence wall under his feet and said, "This city … I didn't think that those people would even dare to sell the most precious treasure of the heaven! It seems that the ancient heaven has truly fallen. "
Si Wen Ming worriedly raised his head, looked at the sky and said, "Has it completely gone out of control? We need to send more people to keep an eye on the heaven. Otherwise, if those people truly mess things up, we will be in big trouble. "
Hesitating slightly, Si Wen Ming turned around, looked at Yao Mountain City, which was wrapped in mist, smiled and said with great interest, "I wonder if Ji Hao has gotten the blueprint of the heaven. I really want to see the whole picture of the heaven and earth great formation. It would be even better if it could be recorded in the Magi Palace. "
While Candle Dragon Gui and Ji Hao were murmuring to each other, Ji Hao had already dyed the altar red with the blood of Magus-King-level beasts.
The altar, which was made from an unknown bone, let out a creaking noise and devoured the blood of the beasts like a living creature, without leaving a single drop of blood.
Sharp, bone-piercing gusts of wind roared out from underground, swirling up into the sky. Immediately, the clouds in the sky began spinning swiftly. Within the span of a few breaths, the sky was filled with different sized swirling clouds, which looked like eyeballs. The swiftly spinning swirling clouds rubbed against the air, causing shrill screams.
Ji Hao dropped the black stone dagger, which had killed the beasts, and stepped back with big steps.
Shaosi slowly walked up, stood in front of the altar, and began incanting a secret spell that was passed down through generations of Netherworld people. A misty white light covered her body. Behind her, an enormous yet extremely dim silhouette gradually emerged.
Ji Hao glanced at that grey silhouette and instantly felt that his primordial spirit was shaken. His primordial spirit was almost drained by a terrifying power. He hurriedly lowered his head and silently incanted the secret spell taught by Yu Yu to suppress the evils and suppress the evils in his mind.
A clear stream of light surged out from Ji Hao's body, coiling around his body like a blazing fire shield. Within the clear light, lotus spell symbols were faintly visible. Ji Hao raised his head once again, determinedly looking at that enormous silhouette.
This time, Ji Hao's primordial spirit remained unmoved, as steady as a mountain.
That silhouette sensed Ji Hao's mountain-like gaze. He silently lowered his head and cast a complicated glance at Ji Hao. Ji Hao's pair of eyes shone with a golden light. Within the golden light, nine spell symbols were faintly visible. All of a sudden, the nine spell symbols merged together and condensed into a tiny hazy axe, flashing across the air.
The silhouette paused slightly, then a clear voice resounded in everyone's heart, "My name is Si Ming!"
Shaosi raised her head in shock. The weird move of the silhouette nearly interrupted her incantation.
These powerful beings had fallen back in the prehistorical era, but still possessed immeasurably great powers. Moreover, they were faintly connected with the great Dao of nature. Although they had fallen, fragments of their existences still lingered in the world.
As long as the corresponding secret spell was mastered, one would be able to wake them up from the past. Offering enough offerings to them, one would be able to trigger the corresponding natural laws of nature, and borrow their great powers. However, these powerful beings didn't have tangible bodies, neither did they have intelligence. They were nothing but broken fragments. In fact, one could even say that they didn't exist at all. Instead, they were merely shadows of the past.
The Netherworld kind had existed for countless years, but no one ever knew that these ancient devil gods, who had forgotten everything and lost everything, would actually tell their 'real names' to a 'tiny ant'!
Ji Hao cupped his hands and bowed to the enormous silhouette, very respectfully and cautiously and said, "Lord Si Ming! Today, thank you for your trouble. "
The silhouette remained motionless, still drifting like a mist. However, everyone on the scene faintly felt that this powerful being named 'Si Ming' seemed to have smiled.
"Sacrifice!" Ji Hao was slightly surprised, but still, he gave the order!
"Sacrifice!" Zhamu growled out. From all directions, three-hundred-thousand elite warriors pulled out their weapons simultaneously, roared thunderously and rushed towards those slaves gathered in the encirclement.
A buzzing series of bowstrings vibrated like a hurricane. Countless arrows were released, falling into the group of slaves as if the sky was collapsing.
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