Chaotic Demon Sea, Chaotic Tower.
The Chaotic Tower was an ancient stone tower in the Chaotic Demon Sea. No one knew its origins. It was as though the Chaotic Tower had appeared since the Chaotic Demon Sea.
At this moment, Desolation Qi permeated the eighth level of the Chaotic Tower. The extremely dense Desolation Qi had already turned purple-gold in colour. The boundless Desolation Qi had formed a purple-gold ocean.
At the centre of this purple-gold ocean, there was a ten thousand feet tall giant quietly lying there. The giant's skin was also purple-gold in colour, and there were strange patterns on his skin.
"Has it begun?"
A murmur rang out in the eighth level of the Chaotic Tower, which had been silent for an unknown period of time.
This murmur was soft and deep to the giant. However, it was like thunder to the eighth level of the Chaotic Tower. Rumble rumble rumble. The entire purple-gold ocean seemed to boil amidst this murmur, forming many terrifying vortexes.
"Cough ~"
The giant coughed softly, a trace of faint golden blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His injuries had already recovered to a critical point. If he stood up now, he might be in danger of dying before the Yimo could kill him.
However, relying on his powerful will, the purple-gold giant still managed to stand up. A trace of graveness flashed across his eyes.
With his senses, he had actually discovered that there were five Seated Kings beside the Flame Master. Against such a terrifying lineup, let alone the Flame Master, even with him, they only had the confidence to escape.
If he did not go, the Flame Master would most likely be in danger of dying.
The purple-gold giant swallowed the Desolation Qi in the eighth level of the Chaotic Tower. Vast amounts of Desolation Qi entered his body. Not only did his injuries not lessen, but his purple-gold face had also become much dimmer.
The purple-gold giant did not stop as his injuries worsened. Instead, he tore through space and rushed towards the Eastern Xuan Region.
Beneath the Dragon tribe, Devil Suppressing Prison.
The Demonic Qi that blotted the skies permeated the Devil Suppressing Prison, forming many terrifying thousand feet long Demonic Pythons. However, when these Demonic Pythons approached a pitch-black throne, they all let out wails before instantly disappearing into nothingness.
On the throne, there was a slender figure sitting upright.
This figure had been in slumber for god knows how many years. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of black eyes coldly looked towards the Eastern Xuan Region.
"The Flame Master is in danger!"
There was a trace of worry in the slender figure's eyes. The Five Supremes Seat Kings did not conceal their auras at all. Although she was confident in the Flame Master's strength, none of the eight Ancient Masters could deal with the Five Supremes Seat Kings.
Back then, the arrogant and unruly Devouring Master, who looked down on the world, was only able to block five Yimo kings. Among the five Yimo kings, only two of them possessed strength comparable to the Seat Kings.
Apart from the Ice Master, the Devouring Master was the second strongest of the eight Ancient Masters. Even he could not stop the Five Seat Kings, let alone the Flame Master.
"Disperse!"
The slender figure let out a soft rebuke. The rebuke was like the ocean, forming a terrifying sound wave that reverberated in the Fiend Prison. In an instant, the Demon Qi in the Fiend Prison had completely dissipated.
After which, the slender figure tore through space and hurried towards the Eastern Xuan Region.
"This is bad. The Ninth Seat King and the Seventh Seat King have been captured. Now, even the Chaos Master and the Darkness Master have set out to kill them."
Qiankun Great World, Western Xuan Region. In a dark place, there seemed to be a black river flowing there. At the middle of the river, there was a black coffin. A bewildered voice was emitted from within the coffin.
The reason why the Devil Prison had mobilized the Fourth Seat King, Fifth Seat King, Sixth Seat King and Seventh Seat King was because the Ninth Seat King had been captured alive.
There were a total of ten Seat Kings in the Devil Prison and they commanded all the remaining Yimo in the Qiankun Great World. In fact, they were in control of the ultimate plan that the Yimo had been plotting for ten thousand years.
If the Ninth Seat King was killed, they would at the very most fly into a rage. After which, they would try their best to recover from their injuries and wait for the best opportunity to start a great world war.
Who could have imagined that the great Ninth Seat King, who was comparable to a Reincarnation stage expert who had passed the second Reincarnation Tribulation, would actually be captured alive. Moreover, he was even sealed and was being pulled by a flashy war chariot. Moreover, he was being driven around the entire world in order to be auctioned off.
How could the Devil Prison possibly ignore such a huge matter? On one hand, they wanted to rescue the Ninth Seat King. On the other hand, they wanted to capture one of Zhou Yang's group alive.
They needed to understand this faction that had suddenly appeared. Although the Ninth Seat King was severely injured, he was still much stronger than a Reincarnation stage expert who had passed one Reincarnation Tribulation.
Back then, even the Ice Master only had the ability to kill the Ninth Seat King. As for capturing him alive, none of the eight Ancient Masters were able to do so.
If there was an expert who was comparable to the Symbol Ancestor or the Devil Emperor, they might have a chance of capturing the Ninth Seat King alive.
However, there were far too few such experts. The Symbol Ancestor had come from another world and the Unique Devil Plane had only produced a single Ancestor stage expert, the Yimo Emperor. Hence, the possibility of capturing the Ninth Seat King was extremely small.
However, there was one possibility that was the most likely. Someone in the Qiankun Great World had invented a method to restrain the Yimo.
This was the reason why the Devil Prison had mobilized so many people and mobilized the four Seat Kings.
"The Spatial Master and Lightning Master have also been mobilized."
The ice-cold voice from within the black coffin sounded once again. There was a trace of anxiety within it.
If the Fourth Seat King, Fifth Seat King, Sixth Seat King, Seventh Seat King and Ninth Seat King were killed, their tens of thousands of years of conspiracy would no longer have any chance of succeeding.
With the flow of time, the remaining Yimo in this world would only diminish until they were completely killed by the eight Ancient Masters.
"Second Seat King, Third Seat King, Eighth Seat King and Tenth Seat King, we will retreat after rescuing the Ninth and Seventh Seat Kings."
A figure walked out from within the black coffin. This figure was wearing a black robe and he had an incomparably handsome face. However, his eyes were emitting a rich evil aura.
After the voice of this man, who was emitting an evil aura, sounded, many black water pillars rose from the pitch-black river. There was a total of four black water pillars and they were incomparably powerful. They were just like demonic pillars that supported the heavens and it seemed as though the horizon could not be seen.
"Lin Dong, this is bad. A great world war is about to erupt. Quickly go and seek help from the shopkeeper."
The Celestial Demon Marten tribe. The Ancestor Stone Spirit within Lin Dong's body flew out. His voice was filled with anxiety.
The appearance of the eight Ancient Masters and the Yimo King Palace. He had also sensed it.
He was well aware of how intense the great war back then was. Now that the eight Ancient Masters had appeared in advance, it was likely that they would fall.
Although he knew that the Yimo no longer had the ability to occupy the Great Universe World, he was still very concerned about the safety of the eight Ancient Masters.
Lin Dong nodded upon hearing this. Then, he walked towards Zhou Yang's room.
"Damnit, these people did not fight with the Baiyue sect master. Instead, they started fighting amongst themselves."
Zhou Yang naturally sensed the unusual activity in the world. However, he was not concerned about the fate of the eight Ancient Masters and the Yimo. Instead, if any of them were to die in a fight, the divine objects and martial arts on him would disappear along with them.
"Let's go and take a look."
Zhou Yang waved his hand and led Yao Lao and the rest towards the Eastern Xuan Region.
*****
"Chaos Master, why have all of you come?"
The Flame Master did not reveal any joy when he saw the sudden arrival of reinforcements in the Eastern Xuan Region. Instead, he was filled with deep worry.
He was the one who suffered the least injuries during the great world war back then. Currently, he had only recovered seventy to eighty percent of his injuries. Meanwhile, the other eight Ancient Masters' Reincarnation Seals were about to shatter.
They had yet to recover from their injuries before coming out to participate in the great war. It was very likely that they would die after this war.
"Oh? Why are only five of the eight Ancient Masters here? "
On the Yimo side, there were a total of eight Seat Kings standing at the front. Behind them, there were over a dozen Yimo Kings. The Heaven Seat King looked at the five Eight Ancient Masters from afar. His eyes contained a mocking expression and faint joy.
Under such circumstances, it was very likely that they would be able to kill five of the eight Ancient Masters on the spot.
If the five Ancient Masters were to die, they would be able to carry out their plans without any worries. No one would be able to stop them.
They might not even need to open the plane seal to occupy the Qian Kun World.
"Don't celebrate too early."
The Spatial Master's eyes were filled with a faint sneer. He was the most proficient in space and he could sense that many Reincarnation stage experts from his side were rushing over.
The two of them were only evenly matched.
The Heaven Seat King's eyes darkened the moment the Spatial Master finished speaking. He had also discovered that Reincarnation stage experts from this side of the world were rushing over.
"Elder, should we take a step back?"
Zhu Li had also discovered that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense. He looked at the eight Ancient Masters and the Yimo before asking in a hoarse voice.
Was it really alright for them to stand in the middle?
"Return to the carriage."
The Bai Yue Sect Leader's ears twitched slightly. He did not answer Zhu Li's question and instead asked him to return to the Heaven Emperor War Chariot.
Return to the chariot for what? Was he trying to escape? Zhu Li was a little doubtful and uncertain. He would not be too surprised if the Bai Yue Sect Leader really left on the Heaven Emperor War Chariot.
However, Zhu Li hesitated for a moment before returning to the Heaven Emperor War Chariot. He realized that one side was surging with Yuan Power while the other side was surging with demonic aura. They were about to fight.
As a Samsara stage expert, he did not even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as Zhu Li thought that the Yimo and the eight Ancient Masters were about to start fighting, the Bai Yue Sect Leader released all the magic power in his body and directed it towards the Heaven Emperor War Chariot.
The golden light that filled the sky instantly shrunk a hundred times and started to burn.
The burning golden flames instantly turned into two golden fire dragons that flew towards the two sides. Wherever the golden fire dragons flew past, the surrounding space started to distort from the heat.
Regardless of whether it was the eight Ancient Masters' side or the Yimo side, all of them swiftly retreated in the face of such hot flames. Dense shock and doubt flashed across their eyes.
What was this man in black trying to do? Why was he attacking both sides?
Zhu Li was speechless.
"Gulp ~"
Zhu Li was truly dumbfounded this time. He stared blankly at the Bai Yue Sect Leader and swallowed his saliva. His body was stiff.
He felt as if the blood in his body was frozen by the boundless coldness that rose from his body because he was too frightened.
"Is it too late for me to say that I don't know him?"
Zhu Li was on the verge of tears. He shouted at the eight Ancient Masters but it was as if a giant hand was strangling his throat. He could not say anything.
Which side was the Bai Yue Sect Leader on? Or was he on his own?
Zhu Li was completely confused.
There was a limit to acting tough. Not only did he challenge all the Yimo alone, he also diverted half of his strength to attack the eight Ancient Masters.
"Is it too late for me to pretend that I don't know you when you are being ganged up on?"
Zhu Li sat on the Heaven Emperor War Chariot and looked at the Bai Yue Sect Leader who was surrounded by golden flames.
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