The Ancestral Star of Crape Myrtle was in turmoil. The Ji Family was still the number one power in the Ancestral Star of Crape Myrtle, and no other power could replace it.
However, the current Ji Family was not as strong as before, all because of the battle between Ji Changkong and Emperor Ji.
The two great powers of the Ji Family were secretly fighting fiercely. Even if the Old Ancestor of the Ji Family came to mediate, it was useless. The two of them were like fire and water.
Both of them were secretly trying to rope in other powers.
Emperor Ji went to the Ground Clan, while Ji Changkong sent Ji Wu to the Ancestral Ground of the Heavenly Clan.
The Ground Clan and the Heavenly Clan were irreconcilable enemies. The enmity between the two clans could be traced back to the Ancient Era, or even earlier.
At this time, Hei Tian activated the Peerless Killing Formation, wanting to stew the Netherworld Clan.
The Peerless Killing Formation evolved into a world of fire. The Netherworld Clan was trapped in an endless sea of fire. Within that sea of fire, nine powerful figures could be vaguely seen.
They were nine Divine Phoenixes, and every single one of them was bursting with monstrous might. Endless power of the Way of Fire surged out, and the void was being burned to ashes.
"Sir, can you stop?"
A divine sense fluctuation came from the Ancestral Ground of the Netherworld Clan.
"Who are you? Can you make the decision? "
Hei Tian's divine sense fluctuation appeared.
"I am the Lord of the Netherworld Clan. Do you think I can make the decision?!"
The voice said.
"Lord of the Netherworld Clan?"
Hei Tian sneered.
"Sir, as long as you let us go, we are willing to pay any price."
The Lord of the Netherworld Clan said.
"Is that so?"
Hei Tian smiled. In order to survive, the entire Netherworld Clan had abandoned even their basic dignity.
"Yes, as long as you don't exterminate us, we can agree to any condition," the Lord of the Netherworld Clan said seriously. He was not joking.
If they had a chance to survive, they would not agree to any of Hei Tian's conditions.
"Rumble …"
At this time, looking from afar, an incomparably huge fireball was burning fiercely. The area around the fireball was scorched.
Countless trees were reduced to ashes.
It was like a terrifying furnace, as if it could burn the entire world until it collapsed.
Many powerful figures appeared in the area nearby. These were all experts who had been alarmed. They only dared to watch from afar because they had already received news that it was that madman, Hei Tian, who was making a move.
Hei Tian was the God of Swindlers of his generation, the scourge of the Myrtle Ancestral Star. Countless experts had fallen prey to his tricks, and he was not someone to be trifled with.
Whoever provoked Hei Tian would be unlucky.
"Fine, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. How about this, surrender obediently, hand over all the treasures of your clan, and swear loyalty to me. Then, I'll spare your clan."
Hei Tian said indifferently.
"What …"
The Lord of the Netherworld Race was stunned when he heard this.
"Unwilling? Then just wait for your deaths! "
Hei Tian grinned. Actually, breaking through the Ancestral Land of the Netherworld Race was only a matter of time. Once it was breached, there would only be one outcome for the entire Netherworld Race, and that was to be exterminated in both body and soul.
The Lord of the Netherworld Race was both shocked and angry. Hei Tian wanted them to be his slaves!
"Lord, let's fight!"
"I'd rather die in battle than live in humiliation."
"Outrageous! This is too much!"
The Ancestral Land of the Netherworld Race was instantly in an uproar. Among them, there were many Saints, and even Quasi-Supremes. They were usually high and mighty, and they controlled the lives and deaths of countless people.
But now, this Hei Tian actually wanted them to be slaves?
"No!"
The Lord of the Netherworld Race said to the crowd. A true hero was someone who could submit and stand tall.
"This …"
No one from the Netherworld Race dared to speak at once.
"Bear with it, understand?"
The Lord of the Netherworld Race swept his gaze across the crowd and said coldly.
"Lord …"
The higher-ups of the Netherworld Race were extremely indignant.
"I agree."
The expression of the Lord of the Netherworld Race changed several times. In the end, he still admitted defeat to Hei Tian and lowered his head.
"Good! Haha, very good! "
Hei Tian laughed heartily. He was just worrying about how to increase his strength to contend against Emperor Ji. Now, he had subdued the Netherworld Race. This was still far from Ji Changkong's road to becoming the overlord.
Without any suspense, as the Netherworld Race surrendered, Hei Tian successfully subdued the Netherworld Race. He placed a restrictive technique on every higher-up of the Netherworld Race.
This restrictive technique was actually something that Hei Tian had learned from Gu Fei.
The life and death of the higher-ups of the Netherworld Race were in his hands.
"Go, let's go back!"
Hei Tian was in a good mood. He called out to Ji Changkong and directly soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.
Ji Changkong quickly chased after him.
Ji Changkong was somewhat surprised that Hei Tian could subdue the Netherworld Race.
When Hei Tian and the others had just returned to the encampment, Ji Wu returned with an envoy.
The Heavenly Race had agreed to form an alliance with Ji Changkong.
"Emperor Ji, your time of death has come."
Ji Changkong gritted his teeth and said.
While Hei Tian was subduing the Netherworld Race, in the Primordial Ancestral Star, the battle above the Celestial Race's ancestral land was still ongoing.
Two huge cities were floating high in the sky. The terrifying aura emitted by the War City made even Quasi-Supremes frown. The Saints below the Quasi-Supremes' level all paled.
Tian Kun was bitterly holding on.
The City Lord of the First War City was extremely powerful. He used all sorts of killing moves. At this moment, even with the Hand of Heaven, Tian Kun was firmly suppressed.
"Hmph, Lunatic Kun, weren't you very arrogant? Why aren't you arrogant anymore? "
The First City Lord sneered. His figure appeared in the void. Even someone as strong as Gu Fei could not sense the aura of the First City Lord.
"Roar!"
Tian Kun roared at the sky. The terrifying sound wave spread and echoed throughout the entire region.
"Okay, I'm not playing with you anymore. I'll send you on your way!"
The First City Lord sneered.
"Haha …"
Tian Kun laughed crazily.
"You can still laugh when you're about to die?"
The figure of the First City Lord appeared in front of Ancestor Tian Kun.
"Hmph, with just you? Don't joke around. "
Tian Kun said disdainfully.
At this moment, a cold light directly broke through the void and instantly penetrated the First City Lord's body.
"What …"
The first city lord was taken aback, but he didn't dodge. He saw that the cold light directly passed through his body, and he didn't feel any force at all.
This was just an incarnation.
With Ancestor Tian Kun's cultivation, it was not difficult to refine an incarnation.
Gu Ling watched the battle from afar. At this time, she had not yet transcended her tribulation.
She carefully restrained her aura.
But Gu Fei did not show up at all.
The cultivation between the First City Lord and Tian Kun of the Celestial Race was similar, but now, the Celestial Race could actually suppress Tian Kun.
Without any suspense, Ancestor Tian Kun was directly sent flying thousands of miles away by the First City Lord's punch.
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