After hearing Boundless Ghost's words, Nie Tian's expression darkened and he did not speak for a long time.
Boundless Ghost's expression was similarly dark. His gaze swept across Yuluo and the others as he said in a low voice, "Yuluo and the others are all tribute-givers. After we see the other Asura Race members, Yuluo and the others will be sent over. "
"Sent over?" Nie Tian frowned, his eyes surging with suppressed anger.
Send over. These three words were said very casually.
But the lives of Yuluo and the others would be buried.
Yuluo and the others could be said to be the most outstanding female geniuses of the Rakshasa Race. To actually offer tribute to the other Asura Race in such a humiliating manner, it was simply unacceptable!
"This is the reason why you warned me to stay away from Her Highness the Holy Maiden?" Nie Tian frowned and asked Boundless Ghost.
"Mm." Boundless Ghost nodded with an extremely ugly expression and said, "Nie Tian, you don't have to bother about the tribute-givers. Yuluo and the others sacrificed themselves for the Rakshasa Race. Their sacrifice is valuable. "
"Valuable?" Nie Tian's gaze darkened as he asked Coldly, "You view this kind of humiliation as valuable? Have you ever thought about what will happen to Her Highness the Holy Maiden and the others after they are given to the other Asura Race? "
"The way I see it, the tribute-givers are not the value of the Rakshasa Race, but their humiliation!"
Boundless Ghost's expression turned even uglier when he heard Nie Tian's words.
He wasn't a fool. How could he not understand what Nie Tian was talking about?
But what could he do?
The tribute-giver rule had existed for millions of years.
All along, the Rakshasa Race had been struggling at death's door in this kind of humiliating manner.
If they did not offer tributes, not only would they lose the opportunity to enter the Saint Demon Mystic Realm, they might even be hunted down by the other Asura Race members, making it impossible for them to survive in the myriad realms.
In order for the Rakshasa Race to survive, the tribute-giver matter had to be carried out.
"Nie Tian, I know you are very angry, but please do not interfere in this matter," Boundless Ghost looked at Nie Tian and said solemnly.
Yuluo had become the one to offer the gift, and he was similarly grieved.
He and Yuluo had grown up together and were like siblings.
He had to personally give Yuluo to someone else. This kind of pain was simply heart-wrenching.
But he had no choice. He had to do it!
Everyone else, including Yuluo, knew what kind of situation they were facing, but they had no choice.
Just like this Dark Wing Asura in front of her, he was scum.
The Rakshasa's offering was about to be defiled by such a person.
When he thought of this, the Boundless Ghost Desolate was filled with an explosive rage.
However, he was still rational. For the continuation of the Rakshasa race, he had to endure it.
"I understand." Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he said lightly.
Desolate Ghost frowned, but his expression was very ugly, and he was very worried.
He knew that a person like Nie Tian would never give up.
A moment later, under the Darkwing Asura's lead, Nie Tian and the others arrived high in the sky.
Beneath their feet was a lake with a radius of hundreds of thousands of meters.
"The legendary Demonic Saint Lake!" Desolate Ghost Boundless looked at the lake below and his eyes trembled. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Holy Demon Lake!" Nie Tian frowned and looked down. He used his Divine Consciousness to sense the lake, and his eyes could not help but tremble in shock.
A thick mist floated above the Holy Demon Lake, and the mist actually emitted an extremely dense aura of Holy Power.
In an instant, Nie Tian understood that the Holy Demon Lake below was actually condensed from the Holy Power of the Heavens and Earth.
The Holy Power of the Heavens and Earth was so dense that it condensed into a lake. One could imagine how massive the Holy Power contained within was.
The others were equally shocked, and their eyes were burning with passion.
"Rebels of the Rakshasa race, you've finally arrived." At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the void, and a figure appeared.
Nie Tian looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a man in white. He had an exquisite face and was more charming than most women.
The most eye-catching thing was that the man in white had a head of crimson hair that was like flames flying in the air, giving off an extremely scorching feeling.
At this moment, the man in white was looking at Nie Tian and the others coldly, as though he was high and mighty.
"The Non-Heaven Asura Tribe!" Desolate Ghost looked at the man in white, and his eyes trembled violently as he roared in his heart.
He could tell at a glance that the man in white was from the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe.
The most obvious characteristic of the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe was their crimson hair.
The reason why Desolate Ghost was so excited was because the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe was the greatest enemy of the Rakshasa race.
Even the Non-Heaven Blood Curse in the Rakshasa race's bloodline power was bestowed upon them by the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe.
The disgrace of those who offered gifts was also a rule set by the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the tragedy of the Rakshasa race was all caused by the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe!
Right now, among all the Asura races, the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe was the strongest.
How could Desolate Ghost not be excited when he saw the greatest enemy of his race?
"Rakshasa traitor, you have no right to be angry in front of me!" At this moment, the white-robed man could sense the rage of the Boundless Ghost King. He frowned and laughed coldly. After that, he stretched out his palm and slammed it downwards. A tyrannical force pressed down on the Boundless Ghost King, aiming to kill him.
Boom! In the void, a blood-colored handprint appeared, rolling like a huge blood-colored wave with an extremely violent aura.
Desolate Ghost frowned, and the Renegade God Rakshasa appeared in his hand. He slashed out with his spear, and the spear shadow soared into the sky, causing the void to tremble.
Boom! In the next instant, the spear shadow and the blood-colored handprint collided, and the void rumbled.
That blood-colored handprint was extremely strange. It suddenly wrapped around the spear shadow and started spinning like a hurricane.
Boom! Boom boom boom … Under the pressure of the huge force, the spear shadow was twisted and shattered in the air.
Boom! In the next instant, the blood-colored handprint suddenly became violent, and it swooped down on Desolate Ghost.
"Sh * t!" Nie Tian's eyes trembled when he saw this scene, and he exclaimed.
The man in white was very strong. He had reached the Rank Eight Pseudo Sage Realm.
Even Desolate Ghost could not fight against the man in white head-on.
Little did he know that the man in white was the prince of the Non-Heaven Asura Tribe, Fei Tian Wolf!
Roar! At this moment of life and death, Nie Tian did not hesitate. Dragon Qi surged out of his body, and a crimson dragon appeared. It roared at the sky and charged at the blood-colored handprint in the sky.
Boom! In the void, the shadow of the dragon was like a mountain, and it violently attacked the blood-colored handprint.
However, the violent force exploded and wreaked havoc in the space. It was still very terrifying.
Desolate Ghost's figure was sent flying a few hundred meters away. After he stabilized his body, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Nie Tian also took a few steps back, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
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