Watching his beloved son die in front of him, yet he was powerless to do anything. This almost drove him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to exterminate the entire Human Race. However, he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't even have a good way to deal with the Old Patriarch of the Human Race, let alone others.
"Patriarch, you must avenge us! Kill all of the Human Race!"
"Kill all of the Human Race! Only I am invincible!"
The experts of the Celestial Fox Clan shouted in grief and indignation. This time, the Human Race was well prepared. They were not prepared at all, and suffered a great loss at their hands.
This was a calamity that would wipe out their entire race. However, the humans had more Mythical experts, so they had no way of dealing with this. Their own Mythical experts were being held back and were at a complete disadvantage. Therefore, they could only watch as the young roc wreaked havoc. There was nothing they could do.
At this time, they finally saw the Patriarch of the Demon Race, Yuan Batian, appear, as if he had seen his savior.
Yuan Batian glanced at the Old Patriarch of the Human Race and said, "I did not expect that you would also mess around with them!"
The Old Patriarch of the Human Race unexpectedly stopped attacking, giving the Patriarch of the Celestial Fox Clan a chance to breathe.
"The arrow is already on the bowstring, and it has to be released. You are so aggressive, and you want to kill all of my people. What can I do? Now, I can still hold on with my old bones, but when I die, my people will almost be wiped out by your clan. As the saying goes, the first to strike gains the upper hand. Don't you understand this principle?" In the face of Yuan Batian's questioning, the Old Patriarch did not feel the slightest bit guilty. When two races fought, they fought for survival space. There was no such thing as right or wrong. The only thing that could survive was who was stronger.
For the past thousand years, he had been living in torment. Almost all the time, he was worried that after his death, the human race would encounter a catastrophe. Moreover, the successor that he had painstakingly cultivated was unexpectedly injured by the despicable means of the Celestial Fox master. Almost all of his painstaking efforts were buried. If he had not met Ye Xiwen, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He was also holding back his anger. The Demon Race was pressing forward step by step, and this strong man was directly forced into a corner.
Yuan Batian stared at the Old Patriarch of the Human Race and said, "Our two races have an agreement, haven't we?"
The spear in the Human Race's Patriarch's hand vibrated as he said, "This kind of agreement is not even as useful as a cloth to wipe one's feet with. This is what you taught me. Only when we are equal in strength can we talk about a fair agreement. Once I die, won't the Human Race become lambs for you to slaughter? Don't think that I don't know that these years, the Celestial Fox Clan to the Celestial Clan was to you.
Yuan Batian didn't say anything. A pained expression could be seen on his furry face. He hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Just as the patriarch had said, he hadn't held back in the fight between the two races. Therefore, he didn't want the humans to hold back.
Yuan Batian looked at the Old Patriarch and said, "You don't have much time left. I'm afraid that you won't live past today."
"I'm just a bag of old bones, and the earth has already buried my head. There is no need to cherish my life. Take advantage of the fact that I'm not too old to walk, and fight for a place for the Human Race. I don't want to kill people, but you forced me to. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to do this!" The Old Patriarch said in a sonorous voice.
"Good, we forced him to do so. There's nothing more to say now that things have come to this point. He is a heaven's pride expert of my race. He is the future and hope of our race's prosperity. Since it has been cut off here, I will also cut off the future of your race!" Yuan Batian's imposing aura was firmly fixed on Ye Xiwen.
The Old Patriarch suddenly became angry, and said, "Despicable! Bullying the weak! Do you really want to expand the war between us and the Celestial Fox Clan to the entire Demon Race? Without the fetters of Legends, do you think the Demon Race can stop us? "
"Cut the crap, let's fight!" The iron staff in Yuan Batian's hand kept clanging, and a sharp storm swept up around him. "If you can fight for the Human Race, then why can't I, an old bag of bones, do the same!"
He turned to Ye Xiwen, and said, "It's a pity that a young genius will fall here today!"
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy to kill me!" Ye Xiwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the Yuan Tyrant Physique from head to toe. Then, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and there was a burst of light. "You have internal injuries, and I'm afraid you're forcibly suppressing them. If you fight with all your strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of the Celestial Fox Clan today!"
At this time, everyone finally came to their senses. Was Yuan Batian really seriously injured? It was said that many years ago, Yuan Batian had fought with the experts of the Extraterritorial Domain. In the end, he was seriously injured. After that, he had been in closed-door training for a long time, and basically ignored the affairs of the Demon Race. It had always been the Patriarch of the Celestial Fox Clan making connections everywhere, and the power had gradually been handed over to him.
But those rumors were just rumors, and few people took them seriously. That was because there were even rumors that Yuan Batian had passed away. But seeing him here, it was obvious how unreliable those rumors were. They weren't worth believing at all.
But as soon as Ye Xiwen said this, everyone suddenly looked carefully, especially the Legends. Their eyes suddenly opened wide. The Human Race was besieged on all sides, and enemies were everywhere. How could the Demon Race be any better?
But compared to the Human Race, which had no successors, the Demon Race had Yuan Batian in its old age, the Patriarch of the Celestial Fox Clan in his prime, and the Celestial Fox Young Master in the younger generation. Therefore, the Demon Race seemed to have an endless inheritance. Naturally, it was much better than the intermittent inheritance of the Human Race.
Just the fact that an antique like Yuan Batian was still alive was enough to intimidate many powerful enemies. Even if he had entered the Celestial Decay stage, as long as he wasn't dead, no one knew what other tricks he had up his sleeves and what other tricks he had up his sleeves.
The Old Patriarch of the Human Race was the same. In the face of a middle-aged expert like the Celestial Fox Clan, he was still able to burn his Qi and blood to restore himself to his prime.
Because of this, no one dared to provoke these old guys.
But from the looks of it, Yuan Batian might really have been seriously injured.
"You have a good eye!" Yuan Batian did not evade. At this point, even if he wanted to evade, he had no choice but to admit it. "But now that things have come to this, I have no other choice. If you withdraw your troops today, then I will pretend that today's matter never happened. In the future, I will also restrain the Celestial Fox Clan and not look for trouble with you. What do you think?"
"Withdraw? Impossible! "Ye Xiwen shouted coldly. "Our clan has paid such a huge price. How can we withdraw now? Today, the Celestial Fox Clan will be destroyed!"
"If that's the case, then we have no other choice. I may be old and injured, but I'm not so old that I can't lift a stick!" Yuan Batian's domineering aura swept out. This was a kind of domineering aura that could shake all directions and make all directions submit to him.
Ye Xiwen suddenly felt that a strong aura had firmly locked onto him. This was a peerlessly overbearing power. Even he could feel that his spirit had been suppressed. If it wasn't for the 'Enlightening Mind Ancient Tree' that had stabilized his mind, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to move at this time.
This was a powerful force that completely surpassed his own intelligence. It was comparable to the Old Clan Elder.
"Boom!" Yuan Batian made his move as soon as he said he would. He swung the long staff in his hand down, smashing through the air like a black shadow.
"Ye Xiwen, this old guy is not easy to deal with. Let me handle him!" Ye Mo's voice suddenly appeared in Ye Xiwen's mind.
In a split second, countless thoughts flashed through Ye Xiwen's mind. If Ye Mo were to deal with this old ape, there was no doubt that he would not be a match for this old ape.
But suddenly, a crazy idea flashed in his mind. At the most critical moment, he shouted in his mind, "Don't interfere. I will fight him myself!"
"Bang!"
Ye Xiwen took the stick with both hands. His gilded tyrant form had long been refined to the peak. It was comparable to a pseudo-divine tool. Even ordinary pseudo-divine tools could be easily taken on without using any Real Yuan.
But this stick had the power of a thousand kilograms. In a flash, it directly smashed into his hands. The power rippled out and bombarded into his body.
"Crack! Crack!"
Cracks appeared on his body like porcelain. Blood splattered all over his body, making him look like a man made of blood. It was a hideous sight from afar.
The space beneath his feet completely collapsed in an instant. Even though only a portion of the power had been diverted by him, it was still enough to create such a shocking scene.
Ye Xiwen's body swayed slightly. He gritted his teeth and held on so that he would not be sent flying.
Yuan Batian's eyes flashed with surprise. He naturally knew how strong he was. Although he looked skinny, his tribe was born with boundless strength. With the Invincible Vajra Body, there was almost no one at the same level as him who could take on his attacks with their bare hands. Even other body cultivators wouldn't dare to do something like this.
He didn't expect that Ye Xiwen, who was only at the third level of Powang realm, was actually able to resist the attack. Although he was seriously injured, but it was also a fact that he was able to resist the attack.
"Ye Xiwen, I don't know what physique you cultivate, but this is the end!" Yuan Batian shouted and swung the stick in his hand again.
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