The Void Tribe's strongest Void Army was advancing continuously in an instant.
"What tribe is this? Why do they have such a terrifying killing intent? Moreover, they can recover so quickly after being injured."
The Void Tribe discovered that using the Void State to corrode the Death Army was not only ineffective, but their bodies would also be corroded by the Death Qi.
After knowing that the intangible form was useless against the Death Legion, they could only fight it out with the Death Legion. However, they once again discovered that even though they had severely injured the Death Legion warriors, the Death Legion warriors were recovering at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"There's no blood. There's no blood on their bodies. They're not from the Abyss Tribe!"
At first, they thought that these warriors were from the Abyss Tribe that had disappeared for a long time. This was because only the Abyss Tribe would have such a powerful killing intent.
However, when they slashed down and injured the other party's warriors, they discovered that there was no blood. Only killing intent surged out. That was when they realized that something was wrong.
All living beings had blood. However, the color and shape of the blood varied. However, they had never seen blood that was like killing intent.
"The Dead … They are … the Dead!" A Void Army general looked in horror at the army that was roaring like a flood.
He had once read about such a scene in an ancient text. The plague of death had covered the primal chaos. Countless living beings had been corroded by death energy, turning into slaves of death. They had become warriors of death, slaughtering without a mind of their own. Their bodies were nearly indestructible …
The Void Army, which was already on the verge of collapse, completely collapsed when they heard the word "Dead."
As the Death Army swept past, countless Void Tribe members were corroded. They were then revived by the Death Qi and turned into the Death Lord's most loyal slaves.
The difference between them and the Dark Tribe cultivators was that they had not been reborn in Ye Tianze's internal universe. Therefore, they did not have a will.
Although the Dark Tribe cultivators had been revived, they had relied on their own will to revive. Once their will collapsed, it meant that they were completely destroyed.
Even Ye Tianze, who was the Death Lord, could not do anything about it. This was also why he had ordered Lee Chao-young to lead the Dark Tribe to attack at the last moment.
The so-called true undying and indestructible was actually turning into a servant of death. Ye Tianze could revive them, but they would no longer have a will, only a shell.
They were all warriors of the Desolate Tribe. Ye Tianze would never order them around again.
The army of death swept through the Dao of Heavenspan as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. The Voidfolk simply couldn't do anything to stop it. That was the most terrifying thing about the power of death. Any Voidfolk who died in battle would become slaves to death. It was like a rolling snowball that only grew larger and larger ….
"Damn it!"
In Desolation City, the old man sitting in the Law Enforcement Hall suddenly stood up. "No wonder I could faintly sense an enormous dark energy when I arrived at the Desolation Land. It turns out that he had long prepared an army of death!"
Qin Dou Du was not surprised. She held the chess piece in her hand and said, "Don't be impatient. Don't be impatient!"
"He never thought of following us to the All-Heavens. He wouldn't have entered the All Lives Portrait by himself!"
The old man said. "At this point, his thoughts are clear. We must prepare to deal with the army of death!"
"Calm down." Qin Dou Du looked at him. There seemed to be a calming power in her eyes.
The old man calmed down and asked, "Why isn't Miss worried yet? Could it be that Miss already knew? "
Qin Dou Du didn't deny or confirm. She only said, "For the sake of the Desolate Tribe, he wouldn't choose to become the Lord of Death and become an enemy of all life. It's just like the bet you made with me. You thought that he would change once he stood at a high position, but he didn't."
Qin Dou Du said. "It's also like in the Ruins of Primal Chaos. He could have killed two birds with one stone, but he chose to save me. The Lord of Death this time is different from the Lord of Death from the previous two times. He doesn't seem to be controlled by the true laws."
The old man frowned. "It's better to be safe than sorry. We can't afford to gamble!"
"We have to gamble even if we can't."
Qin Dou said. "If we force him to erupt now and turn into the Lord of Death, the entire Wildlands will immediately become a nest of death. The living beings here will follow him into the Army of Death and erode the myriad worlds. How long will that take? Three hundred years? Thirty years? Or three years? "
The old man was speechless. It was just like in the Heavenspan Path, where things were snowballing. Without Ye Tianze's control, the Army of Death would unscrupulously expand to the outside world.
It wouldn't take thirty years. It would only take three years for the Army of Death to sweep through the entire myriad of worlds. The Army of Death would envelop the myriad of worlds, turning this place into a true hell.
Not to mention, the flow of time in the All-Heavens was different from that of the myriad of worlds. A day in the All-Heavens was a year in the myriad of worlds.
Ten years in the myriad of worlds was only ten days in the All-Heavens. Therefore, by the time the news reached the All-Heavens, even if they made preparations, it would have been too late. The myriad of worlds would have become a hell of death.
"Don't you see? The dead all have wills. This is different from any other plague of death, "Qin Dou Du said.
Qin Dou said, "In the first and second plague wars, only a small number of undead slaves had a will of their own. Most of the undead slaves had no will of their own."
The old man recalled the scene in the Heavenspan Path. He recalled the appearance of the dead. They were really different from the Slaves of Death in the legends.
"But isn't this even more terrifying? Slaves of Death with wills of their own?" The old man said.
"No, they are different."
Qin Dou Du said. "They are fighting for the living, not for the destruction of the living. This is the most important thing. Although I don't know what happened in the Second Plague War, this Lord of Death is completely different from the Lord of Death in the Second Plague War. He is also fighting for the living. Not to mention, he still has half of the life force in him!"
The old man fell silent.
He finally understood why Qin Dou Du had dared to make a bet with him. However, he thought of something else and said, "The Army of Death has been exposed. He no longer has a choice. The myriad realms can't tolerate him, and neither can the all-heavens. There is almost no possibility of negotiation between life and death."
Qin Dou Du naturally knew what he meant. All living beings hated death. All cultivators cultivated to live longer.
Even if they defeated the Void Race and the Mysterious Underworld Race, the Desolate Race still had room for negotiation.
However, with the appearance of the Army of Death, there was no room for negotiation. Either you die or everyone dies. There was no choice.
Regardless of whether Ye Tianze went to the all-heavens or entered the All Beings Portrait to seal himself, no one would let his Desolate Race off.
"If we can think of this, he definitely can't," the old man said.
At the moment, he really regretted it. If he had violated the Primal Chaos Law and helped Ye Tianze, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this.
Qin Dou Du was very calm as he said, "Since he dared to take this step, it means that he was already prepared. Let's leave it to fate."
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