Would they be afraid?
Ye Zichen swore solemnly, but when the other great emperors heard this, they couldn't help but wonder if he was telling the truth.
Up until now, they hadn't truly come into contact with the Ouroboros Divine Race. The Ouroboros Divine Race's bugle call to attack was an unprecedented pressure to them.
However, no matter how much pressure they felt, it didn't matter now.
The God Race had already fought their way to their homeland. They vowed to fight to the death. That was the only thought in their hearts.
"Where are they? I'm going to meet them! I refuse to believe they're stronger than the sword in my hand! "
Buzz —
The Hidden Dragon Sword suddenly appeared in Bi 'an's hands. He swung it with all his might. Even though he hadn't released his divine power, he still left a deep gash in the hall.
The silver sword in Bi 'an's hands cried out fiercely. This sword had long since fused with Bi' an.
It could clearly feel Bi An's intentions, which was — — — — — — -
Only battle!
Bi 'an was unyielding, but his sword alone cut through the great emperors' nightmares.
Why should they be afraid?
All of the people standing here had their own pride. They were all Imperial Lords who could take charge of their own affairs. They hadn't even seen the Outside Realm God Race yet, but they'd already been intimidated. How laughable.
The atmosphere in the hall had changed. From the eyes of all the great emperors, one could see their vigorous fighting spirit and hot bloodedness.
The Outside Realm God Race was terrifying. They'd destroyed the First Era, which had once transcended.
But this was absolutely no reason for the great emperors to lament. They had to face them. Even if the Outside Realm God Race were primordial beasts or abyssal demons, even if they died, they had to die on the battlefield.
"Take us there!"
The great emperors unsheathed their treasures, their spirits high.
Yang Jian and the Great Sage instinctively glanced at Ye Zichen. When they saw him nod, their gazes grew solemn, and their auras surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Let's go!"
Countless streaks of light sliced through the sky. Whether or not they'd make it back alive was still unknown. The moment the great emperors set out, they'd already cast their lives aside.
"Cang Xiong, let's go take a look as well!"
After the Great Emperors left, Qing Lan and Cang Xiong looked at each other.
"Good. It'd be best if that little bastard Yale comes as well. I'll definitely make him pay for losing my arm."
Not long later, only Ye Zichen and co. were left in the hall.
Gu Li didn't follow the great emperors. He knew full well how weak he was. Even if he followed, he'd only be a burden.
What's more, he had quite a bit of a problem with Ye Zichen.
Even now, Ye Zichen still trusted Pilar!
"Gu Li."
When Ye Zichen spoke, Xiao Yumei, who was beside him, could clearly feel his grip on her arm tighten, while it continuously trembled.
When she looked at Ye Zichen's face, she saw that it was as pale as a sheet.
His face was covered in sweat, and the back of his neck was also completely soaked.
Noticing this, Xiao Yumei's heart sank. She pulled Ye Zichen back with all her might and poured her divine power into his body, only to discover that he refused to absorb it at all. Instead, he expelled it.
"What happened to you?"
Gu Li sensed Ye Zichen's abnormality and frowned.
Ye Zichen's aura grew even weaker, and his pitch-black eyes gradually turned gray. He reached out to grab Gu Li's hand, but as he did, his eyes widened and he coughed up a mouthful of faint golden blood. It splattered onto the carpet in the hall.
"Zichen …."
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"What a dazzling display of colors. It's just a pity that this work of art will soon vanish from the face of the Milky Way."
The white-robed man stood in the sky, facing the home planet of the Gods, Yao, and Demons.
He wasn't stingy with his praise. Behind him were dozens of Aura-Shattering beasts, as well as numerous God Race experts.
"How is this art? At most, it's just raw material that hasn't been sculpted yet."
When he heard that, he snorted. He had his own pursuit of art.
In his eyes, this wasn't even a complete work of art.
"True art is destruction, fragmentation, and the flowing of crimson blood. That is a true work of art."
"I agree with you," said the white-robed man with a chuckle.
Now that his art had been acknowledged, his eyes shone with obvious satisfaction.
He narrowed his eyes. So long as he calmed down, he could feel his heart racing. He was incredibly excited. He was excited that, in the near future, he'd be able to complete a work of creation.
This work would be his pinnacle. No, to him ….
His pinnacle would always be his next work!
But this work of art would make his soul feel the most satisfied pleasure.
He was too excited!
He couldn't wait to get to work on it!
No!
More accurately, he wanted to see his work of art and create the pinnacle for him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A rain of arrows tore through the air.
The first to bear the brunt of the attack was a beam of golden light, followed by a beam of black light hidden in the darkness. Behind them were countless beams of light of different colors, like rainbows streaking across the sky in beautiful arcs.
"I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly. It seems they had a warning."
The white-robed man pursed his lips into a smile. His eyes flashed with excitement.
"These people's auras aren't bad. If I'm not mistaken, they're the elites of this era."
"Isn't that what you're hoping for?" The white-clothed man said with a smile, "The more elites that come, won't the artworks that you carve be able to give you a satisfactory answer to the greatest extent?"
"Freedom. I didn't know you had such a high standard for art. You're not bad," said his mother.
"Art brings joy to people's hearts. It's something that everyone has to pursue."
"Good! Good! Good! "
Dressed as a clown, his mother laughed wantonly. At this moment, the Great Sage and the other Great Emperors arrived at the outer space.
They didn't say anything. Their surging auras pressed down on the God Clan.
"Friend of this era, we mean no harm."
All of a sudden, the white-robed man smiled and waved his hand.
When he waved his hand, the pressure released by the Great Sage and the others vanished into thin air on the God Clan's side.
The great emperors' faces darkened. The Great Sage and Yang Jian, who stood at the front, glared at the white-clothed man, his mother, and the others.
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