"Roar!"
A furious roar came from all directions, and then the ground started to tremble as if a colossus was advancing towards them.
"Judging from this momentum, I'm afraid we're doomed. How should I address you, fellow cultivator? I'm Tsune Might, and I'm quite proficient in the art of reading faces. I can see that your forehead is full and your violet aura is rising, so you shouldn't have such a calamity in your life."
The Earth Immortal shook his head when he saw the commotion, and he disregarded life and death in a carefree manner. He then looked at Ning Qi and smiled.
"Look up there."
Ning Qi pointed at the sky.
Tsune Might was slightly stunned. He looked up and saw a huge throne suddenly descending from the sky. It was tens of kilometers long, and an extremely ugly fellow sat at the center of the throne. His body was as large as an elephant, but his head was like a mung bean, as if he didn't have a head.
Countless devils stood around the throne, and they emitted a monstrous demonic aura and black smoke.
"It's that Ancient Transformation Realm devil. I heard he's a cultivator from the Ferocious Ghost Tribe. I'm afraid he's tired of playing and is preparing to kill us."
Tsune Might stared at the Ancient Transformation Realm devil with a gloomy gaze.
The countless cultivators below felt despair when they saw the throne. However, they didn't intend to give up, and they were still fully prepared to welcome the devils that were charging over from all directions.
"Hehehe, Tu Yin, it's rare for you to pass through the area under my jurisdiction. No matter what, I have to let you enjoy a show." The one who spoke was the ugly devil at the center of the throne. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him. That figure was about the same size as him, and it was also extremely ugly. It only had a head and no body. This reminded Ning Qi of Tu Gui, who he killed on Pagoda Star. That fellow was also from the Ferocious Ghost Tribe.
The one who came out was probably Tu Yin's brother. Otherwise, how could they both be so ugly?
"Ze Xi, they're just a bunch of Heaven Immortal ants. How can this be considered a show? I just need to blow a breath, and they'll all die. "
Tu Yin smiled strangely.
Although Dongfang Lingxuan and the others were indignant, they knew that what he said was true. With their cultivation, they couldn't even withstand a breath.
"It's not the same. There are over 100 little fellows here, and they're cultivators from the War God Shrine. I heard that your brother was killed by Ning Beixuan from the War God Shrine?"
Ze Xi smiled.
"They actually know our identities?"
Dongfang Lingxuan and the others looked at each other in shock.
"What? A cultivator from the Wargod Temple? "
Tu Yin immediately became spirited.
After a few breaths, after Ze Xi's introduction, he let out a series of strange laughter. His gaze fell on Dongfang Lingxuan and the others. His frightening and cold eyes immediately sent chills down their spines. "Not only that, but I also deliberately let a little fellow go. According to what I know, this group of cultivators from the War God Shrine has a special method that allows them to instantly disappear and return to their sect. Even us Ancient Transformation Realm cultivators can't track them, and we can only use forbidden techniques to isolate them.
The little guy should bring us a large group of cultivators from the War God Temple. At that time, we can slowly interrogate them and find out the method. What do you think? "
Jersey laughed.
Tu Yin's eyes became brighter and brighter.
From the beginning until the end, they had never lowered their voices when they spoke. Their voices were like thunder rumbling in the clouds, and the Immortals below could naturally hear them clearly.
"It seems like the War God Temple really has nothing to do with the demon race."
Everyone thought to themselves. At this time, the rumbling sounds from all directions became even louder, and the shaking frequency of the ground also increased. Black dots appeared in the four directions of north, south, east, and west. Then, everyone saw what they were. They were four cows! They weren't ordinary cows. Their bodies were wrapped in black smoke, and their bodies were huge.
They were 30 meters tall, and their auras were around the Golden Immortal level. They were much stronger than Dongfang Lingxuan and the others.
Everyone had already fallen into despair. When they saw these four terrifying Demonic Cows, the last bit of fighting spirit they had left in them vanished.
In just a few minutes, a few of them would charge forward and crush the tens of thousands of Immortals. This was the attitude of the demon race towards the Immortals.
Cruel, humiliating, and torturing!
"Everyone, even if we die, we can't die in vain. If we can join forces and kill one of these cows, it will be the last of our strength for this war."
Dongfang Lingxuan soared into the sky, and her other two younger sisters followed closely behind. The remaining disciples of the War God Temple looked at each other and flew to Dongfang Lingxuan's side, shouting in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight! "
"Fight!"
The immortals who had already lost their will to fight felt their blood boil again. They flew into the air and stared at the four demonic bulls with vicious, vicious eyes that looked as if they were facing death with equanimity.
"Look at how spirited these little guys are."
Ze Xi cackled.
The hundreds of thousands of Devils standing on the edge of the throne laughed out loud.
The four cows were about to charge into the crowd. Ning Qi was just about to make a move when he looked up at the sky with a surprised expression.
"Take this!"
A long roar echoed. At the same time, a golden staff appeared out of thin air and heavily struck the throne.
Not only were Tu Yin and Ze Xi at the early Ancient Transformation Realm stunned, but the hundreds of thousands of Devils they brought were also instantly annihilated.
With a thought from Ning Qi, the four cows fell to the ground and died.
Then, he looked up at the sky with a faint smile.
Wukong wore golden chainmail and a violet-gold phoenix feather crown. He stood in the sky like a god of war descending from the heavens.
"Who are you?"
Tu Yin and Ze Xi looked at the monkey with lingering fear in their hearts. Wukong's strength was comparable to the mid-stage Ancient Transformation Realm. But didn't the Tiandao Family, the only Ancient Transformation Realm in the Celestial World, hide a long time ago?
The Celestial Race cultivators below were also dumbfounded by this turn of events. Then, Dongfang Lingxuan, Hu Chengzi, and the others all cried out in surprise.
"Brother Monkey!"
"Uncle Wukong!"
"What? So it's the reinforcements from the War God Temple! That's right! I remember now. This is Senior Bei Xuan's direct disciple. Back then, he taught the Devils a lesson at the border of the Ancient Heavenly Court! "
"I didn't expect him to be so powerful that even the Ancient Transformation Realm devils aren't a match for him. With a single strike, hundreds of thousands of devils were annihilated, and even the throne was destroyed. Those two Ancient Transformation Realm devils seem to have been injured as well!"
Everyone was extremely excited.
The Celestial Race cultivators, who thought they were going to die and didn't have the mood to start a live broadcast, took out their All Heaven Talismans and started a live broadcast.
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