Song An, who was sitting on the ground, didn't get up for a long time.
It wasn't that Yale had thrown him hard. Although Yale had thrown him hard, Song An was still a master at the level of the Main God. He still had the ability to resist a blow.
It wasn't his body that hurt.
It was his heart!
Just now, when Yale grabbed his chin and their eyes met, Ye Zichen's expression changed.
Regret surged in his heart like a tide.
It wasn't wrong to express goodwill to Yale for the Song enterprise.
For the Song enterprise, he was willing to be a dog that wagged its tail.
But …
Look outside the Divine Palace.
There were explosions caused by the collision of divine powers and deafening killings everywhere.
The sky was red!
It was dyed red with blood!
The Gods couldn't get the security they deserved, and the Gods' warriors were no match for the fierceness of the era and kept retreating.
The Protoss!
It was about to be gone.
It was the Shenhuang of the Protoss!
But he didn't care about any of this at all, and he said heart-chilling words without any human feelings.
What did he do?
He led the Song clan to assist a cruel Emperor.
He plunged the entire Protoss into misery and suffering!
If the Protoss was destroyed …
Then he, Song An, would be a treacherous sinner.
Song An knelt in the corridor with his head in his hands. He didn't know that if Yale knew what he was thinking, he would definitely scoff at it.
Indeed.
Song An had done something for him.
But those things didn't affect the overall situation at all. Even if Song An didn't do it, Yale could find someone else to do it.
Assist?
Not to mention!
He could usurp the position of the Shenhuang entirely by his own ability.
The Song clan …
A small family that didn't even have a Main God could provide Yale with no help. He kept Song An because he felt that it was more comfortable to use such an obedient person.
If he didn't feel comfortable, Yale could abandon Song An at any time.
Then he could find a new "Song An."
There were many people who wanted to serve the Shenhuang.
To Yale, Song An was merely an interlude that couldn't be any more insignificant.
Song An was unlucky.
It just so happened that Yale was in a terrible mood, and Song An kept nagging outside like he was chanting scriptures. Yale simply found an excuse to vent his anger.
In fact, it didn't matter even if there was no reason.
He was Yale!
An Extraterritorial God Race Divine Emperor!
No matter who they were angry at, they could only endure it.
After entering the secret chamber, Yale walked to a bench and looked at the curtain in front of the bench as he muttered to himself, "I've really underestimated that little fellow. He actually brought his defeated troops to fight his way here."
The scene on the curtain was divided into nine parts.
Just like the surveillance cameras in the Modern World, the images that appeared were the scenes of war outside.
The others thought that Yale knew nothing about what was happening outside, but little did they know that everything was under his control.
"Bai Ning, oh Bai Ning, you really hurt my heart."
His gaze shifted to one of the images. Bai Ning had given up resisting and was lying in the cage, looking up at the sky.
"I trusted you so much, but in the end, you treated the mission I gave you like this."
Although he said that, Yale did not show any anger, and there was even a slight smile on his face.
His finger kept tapping on the image on the curtain, zooming in and out of a certain spot. He witnessed with his own eyes that the extraterrestrial God Clan was gradually invaded by the experts of the new era.
"So many people with unstable auras have suddenly appeared. It looks like they've recently increased their realm through medicine."
"This cannon is a little interesting. Does it need a human as a carrier to transfer energy to it?"
Yale muttered to himself as he looked at the situation on the screen. It was as if he was there himself.
Then …
He clicked on an image.
There was no battle in this image. There was only a person shuttling through the void, quickly approaching the Divine Palace.
"He's in too much of a hurry."
Sighing silently, Yale turned off the image.
"Looks like I'll have to speed up the process."
Although he said that, Yale felt a headache at the moment.
He still couldn't get Qinglan's Darkness Godhead.
Just as Qinglan had said, he had already refined the Darkness Godhead to the extreme. It would take a lot of effort to forcibly remove it.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
He needed the power of the Darkness Godhead.
Only by fusing with the Darkness Godhead could Yale's plan be implemented.
After that, he still needed to fuse with the Life Godhead.
Yale didn't need this kind of auxiliary Godhead so urgently. It didn't matter when he took it off and fused with it.
As long as …
The Darkness Godhead could belong to him.
Fortunately, his efforts during this period didn't go to waste. No matter how strong Qinglan's willpower was, it was hard for him to maintain peak condition under constant high-intensity torture.
Just as Yale left the secret room to teach Song An a lesson, Qinglan was already unconscious.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he completely lost consciousness. At that time, the Darkness Godhead would naturally belong to him, Yale!
He gently pushed forward …
In this secret room, another door leading to another secret room opened.
"Heh, my old friend, what's the point of your persistence? I said that no one can stop me. Why don't you believe me?"
Yale spread his hands and walked towards a chair with its back facing him.
The person tied to the chair with divine power was Qing Lan. During this period, Yale had been exhausting his mental and physical strength to extract his Divine Spark.
"Old friend?"
Had he finally completely lost his willpower?
Thinking of this, Yale's eyes instantly lit up. He had been waiting for this moment for too long.
"Old friend? Don't think you can fool me with such a small trick. Do you still want to try and fight back against me? "
Yale's eyes were fixed on the throne as he slowly approached it.
He really had lost consciousness!
When Yale completely walked in front of Qinglan, he saw that Qinglan had already closed his eyes. The crack between his eyebrows released the power of the Darkness Godhead, and it wasn't as strong as before.
"Ha, old friend, no matter how you resist, you can't escape fate."
His fingers carefully released divine power and slowly cut open the crack between Qinglan's eyebrows.
The rhombus-shaped Darkness Godhead gradually revealed its full appearance. The obscure and evil power that lingered around the Godhead made Yale's hands tremble slightly.
The Darkness Godhead was about to be in his hands!
The Godhead that he had once personally condensed was finally going to return to his side!
"Goodbye, old friend. No one in this world can stop me anymore."
Without any hesitation, Yale's hand directly reached for the Godhead between Qinglan's eyebrows. The moment his fingers touched the Godhead, whether it was the Godhead, Qinglan, or everything in the room, everything turned into a golden chessboard.
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