If the Head Elder of Punishments had not betrayed them and ambushed the Sovereign, causing him to be injured and unable to continue operating the formation, some of the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators would have been able to escape.
Now, the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators had lost all hope of escaping.
Not only did the alien army outnumber the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators, but they also had many Dao Saints and dozens of Daozu. There were even peak Daozu existences. How could the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators possibly escape?
Although Su Fang had managed to escape, he had sacrificed the lives of everyone in the Western Mystery Mountain. How could he be at ease?
"You shoulder the future inheritance of the Western Mystery Mountain. No matter what happens, you have to escape …"
The Sovereign's parting words echoed in Su Fang's mind.
"Go!"
Su Fang struggled internally. In the end, he clenched his teeth and made a decision. He sent a thought to the Dao Saint of the Mayfly Race who was being controlled.
The Dao Saint of the Mayfly Race left the defensive line. While the other alien cultivators were focused on the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators, he quickly flew out of the defensive line.
The Mayfly Race expert was a Dao Saint. Mayfly Race was also a powerful race in the alien army. Although some alien cultivators noticed him, no one stopped him.
…
As the ancient bridge shattered, the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators were once again surrounded by the alien army. The gap created by the ancient bridge was also sealed by countless alien cultivators.
"There is no way out. We will die either way. Kill our way out!" Sword Sovereign was like a furious lion. His white hair stood on end as he let out a thunderous roar.
"Killing one is enough. Killing two is worth it. Kill!" Wine Saint took out a wine gourd and drank all the wine in it in one gulp. He laughed maniacally.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
All the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators roared together with determination. At this moment, they had no choice but to fight with their lives on the line.
"What's the point of struggling before death?"
Daozu of the Savage Dragon Race walked out of the void and blocked the way. He swept his cold brows and looked at the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators with disdain.
"Daozu expert!"
The aura of the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators suddenly weakened. Everyone was timid, terrified, and at the same time, respectful.
In the human world, Daozu experts were supreme existences. In front of Daozu experts, other than respect, there was no will to resist.
Daozu of the Savage Dragon Race smiled sinisterly. "I allow you to kill yourselves so that you won't fall to the hands of my descendants and be tortured!"
His cold voice was filled with dominance.
In front of him, the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain even needed his permission to die. How domineering was this?
"So what if you are Daozu to be? This old man has cultivated for 24 eras and should have died long ago. Since I was able to fight a Dao Ancestor before I die, what regrets do I have in dying? "
The Sword Sovereign let out a long laugh as he began to burn his thoughts, life force, and cultivation base. His aura began to rise steadily.
He was originally only a half-step Daozu cultivator. Now that he was burning everything, his aura surpassed the limit of Daozu and reached the level of Daozu.
"So this is Daozu's realm …" Sword Sovereign's eyes were filled with excitement and infatuation.
Then he shouted, "Brats of the Western Mystery Mountain, follow me and kill!"
"I didn't expect there to be someone like you who is not afraid of death among the human race. I underestimated you." Daozu of the Savage Dragon Race was surprised.
Then he sneered disdainfully. "Even if you burn everything and barely reach the level of Daozu, you will only be like a shooting star that will disappear in an instant. In front of me, you are still ants …"
"Even if you are an ant, you will not live an ignoble life. Even if you die, you will die with a bang!"
Sword Sovereign unleashed a monstrous sword aura that turned into an endless halo of sword intent. It looked like a spiraling sword, and then he charged towards Daozu of the Savage Dragon Race.
"I would rather die than live an ignoble life!"
Wine Saint, Yin Potian, and the other Dao Saints all had tears in their eyes. Their faces were solemn and resolute as they followed Sword Sovereign to kill their way out.
There were still more than seven million cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain left. Influenced by Sword Sovereign, their fear of the Daozu experts and their fear of death disappeared at this moment. They roared and charged out.
Boom! Boom!
A great battle unfolded outside the Western Mystery Mountain.
Cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain fell one after another, and their blood dyed the sky red.
However, no one retreated. Many cultivators followed Sword Sovereign's example and burned everything. Some even charged into the midst of the foreign race cultivators and self-detonated their bodies and Dao Palaces.
Although the foreign race army had encountered stubborn resistance from the human cultivators ever since they had invaded the human world, they had never experienced such a fierce battle.
Even when they had invaded the Demon World, those violent and unruly demons had not been so frenzied against the foreign race cultivators.
Under the fearless charge of the Western Mystery Mountain cultivators, the defense line that the foreign race army had just formed actually began to weaken.
"Hmph, just a bunch of ants. How big of a wave do you think you can cause?"
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race clashed with Sword Sovereign, who had burned everything. Although he had the upper hand, he was firmly entangled by Sword Sovereign.
Sensing the battle situation, Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race's eyes flashed with fierce killing intent. He opened his mouth and spat out a ghastly white Xuan Guang that transformed into a three-foot-long fang.
Although this fang was not large, it was extremely sharp. It pierced Sword Sovereign's halo of sword intent and instantly pierced through it. Then, it pierced Sword Sovereign's heart like a bolt of lightning.
Then, that fang began to frantically devour Sword Sovereign's life. The white fang quickly turned blood-red.
Sword Sovereign's aura rapidly drained away, and his body withered.
"All of you, stop!"
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race let out a thunderous roar, and his will enveloped the surroundings.
The foreign race army rapidly retreated.
Under the suppression of Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race's will, the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain all trembled.
When they saw Sword Sovereign's appearance, they instantly felt as if ice water had been poured over their heads. A chill seeped out of their backs, and their hearts began to sink into despair.
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race said majestically, "You have no hope of escaping. I will give you a chance. Come over now and kneel before me. If you do, I will spare your lives!"
There was a moment of silence.
A cultivator of the Western Mystery Mountain flew out from the crowd and shouted, "The Western Mystery Mountain is destined to be destroyed. I am willing to submit to the Sacred Tribe!"
Poof!
Xuan Guang flashed from behind and struck that cultivator's body. With a boom, it burst into flames and burned him to ashes.
"Surrender to the foreign race and become their slaves. Living a life worse than death. How can we listen to the nonsense of that foreign race!" Wine Saint roared angrily.
"You talk too much!"
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race looked indifferently at Wine Saint. The shadow of a claw swept out and instantly appeared in front of Wine Saint. It turned into a sharp claw and crushed Wine Saint's right arm.
In the face of Daozu's attack, Wine Saint, a Dao Saint, was completely powerless.
"I see that you still have some value, so I will give you a way out. As long as you submit to the Savage Flood Dragon Race, I will not only give you a chance to live, but I will also make you a vassal race of the Savage Flood Dragon Race."
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race said in a voice filled with temptation.
Whoosh!
A middle-aged cultivator teleported out. His speed had reached the level of a Dao Saint. He was a Dao Saint of the Western Mystery Mountain.
There were a total of nine Dao Saints in the Western Mystery Mountain, and this middle-aged man was one of them. Unexpectedly, he had chosen to submit.
This middle-aged man was at the same height as Wine Saint. Even if he was not severely injured, he would not be able to stop him.
"I am willing to submit!"
The middle-aged man knelt before Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race.
"Very good. I will make you the master of all the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain who submit," the Dao Saint of the Savage Flood Dragon Race said with a nod.
Other races were naturally savage, ten times more savage than the Big Goblin. They were extremely similar to the Devil Race of the low-level universe.
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race had changed his mind and wanted to subdue the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain not because he was soft-hearted.
Conquering the Western Mystery Mountain was only the beginning of conquering the human world.
It was not difficult for a Dao Saint to kill all the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain.
However, if the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain fought to the death, they would set an example for other human cultivators. In the future, it would not be so easy to conquer the entire human race. At the very least, they would cause considerable losses to the other races.
Furthermore, subduing the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain as slaves and making them work for the Savage Flood Dragon Race would also increase the overall strength of the Savage Flood Dragon Race.
As a result, Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race changed his mind.
After the middle-aged Dao Saint took the lead, the cultivators of Solid Jade Peak flew toward Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race.
"I am Chen Tianqing, a disciple of the Western Mystery Daozu. I am also willing to submit to the Sacred Race!"
Another figure flew out, causing an uproar among the cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain. Some of the more determined cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain began to waver.
This person was Chen Tianqing, a disciple of the Western Mystery Daozu of the Western Mystery Mountain!
Who would have thought that even a disciple of the Daozu would choose to submit?
Under Chen Tianqing's lead, many cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain began to stir.
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race and the other cultivators of other races had smug and mocking expressions in their eyes.
The Wine Saint shouted angrily, "Chen Tianqing, you shameless villain. I swear I will kill you!"
Chen Tianqing snorted disdainfully. "A wise man submits to circumstances. I have a limitless future. Why should I be destroyed with the Western Mystery Mountain?"
Suddenly ~
Yin Potian shouted, "Chen Tianqing is right … I am also a disciple of the Daozu. I am also willing to submit to the Savage Flood Dragon Race!"
Then, his figure flashed, and he teleported into the midst of the kneeling cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain.
Puff ~
"Yin Potian, you …" The Wine Saint spat out a mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth as he looked at Yin Potian.
At this moment, Yin Potian cupped his fists and bowed to the Wine Saint. He laughed loudly as his cultivation, soul, and physical body began to burn rapidly.
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race raised his eyebrows. "Ant, how dare you!"
Boom!
Yin Potian exploded. The surrounding cultivators of the Western Mystery Mountain, including Chen Tianqing and the middle-aged Dao Saint, were all engulfed by the terrifying power of the explosion.
The power of a Dao Saint's self-destruction was extremely shocking. None of the surrounding cultivators were spared. They were all turned into ashes by the power of Yin Potian's self-destruction.
Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race waved his sleeves and neutralized the aftershock.
"Yin Potian, my good brother!"
The Wine Saint roared angrily and charged toward Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race without caring about anything else.
The Dao hearts of the other Western Mystery Mountain cultivators, which had already been shaken, were now as firm as steel. They charged forward together with the Wine Saint.
"Since all of you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!" Daozu of the Savage Flood Dragon Race said in a voice filled with killing intent.
Suddenly ~
An ancient, sacred, and eternal aura shot into the sky from the periphery.
"A Primordial Heavenly Treasure? That is the aura of a Primordial Heavenly Treasure! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
