Next to them, the cultivators of the Lost Clan stood in different positions. When they saw the scene in the void, their expressions were solemn. Many of them put their palms together and saluted the nine cultivators in the void. The old man from the Lost Clan also looked over there and sighed in his heart. But his eyes were extremely determined.
From the day they joined the Lost Clan, everything had been decided. The cultivators of the Lost Clan were ready to sacrifice themselves at any time. No matter what Plane they cultivated to, no matter where they stood, they were willing to sacrifice themselves. This was the belief that they had held onto for countless years. It was a belief that was implanted in their souls.
It was precisely because of this belief that the cultivators of the Lost Clan could put aside all distracting thoughts and cultivate to a high Plane. Today, the overall strength of the cultivators on this continent was very strong.
Now, the Lost Clan had come out of the Dark World, but they were facing a new crisis. Cultivators from various major worlds had come, wanting to plunder and occupy everything that belonged to the Lost Clan. Once they opened up this gap, the Lost Clan would be eroded bit by bit and continue to spread to the Shenyi Continent at any time.
The desires of humans were endless. They would not think that the other party would let go after cultivating in the grotto-heavens and ignore the Lost Clan. On the contrary, once the other party discovered the secrets of cultivation in the grotto-heavens, they would crazily demand it. They would have an even stronger desire to plunder and occupy it completely.
In that case, the Lost Clan that had persisted in the Dark World would probably be destroyed when they entered the land of the Original Realm. The human heart was sometimes more terrifying than the disasters in the darkness.
Therefore, no matter what price they had to pay, the Lost Clan would not allow the cultivators from the outside world to control the grotto-heavens and cultivate in the core of the Lost Clan. They could only let them watch and gain their trust, thereby achieving a balance so that they could exist safely in the Original Realm and become an independent continent like the other continents in the Original Realm.
In this battle, the Lost Clan would not lose, and they could not lose.
In the battlefield, high above the sky, the vast space was sealed by the nine cultivators of the Lost Clan. They had transformed into ancient gods and merged with heaven and earth. Ye Futian and the others stood inside and saw the Battle Matrix of the Rocks condense again, and it was even more terrifying than before.
Ye Futian saw the silhouettes of ancient gods surrounding him. Divine light swirled around them, and he could vaguely see the faces of the cultivators of the nine great Lost Clans appearing on these ancient gods. It was as if they had completely merged into one. They no longer had their own consciousness. Their spiritual will, flesh, and blood were all integrated into the Battle Matrix of the Rocks.
Moreover, within the Battle Matrix of the Rocks, the sound of the Great Path lingered. Ye Futian felt a sense of solemnity and solemnity. He also sensed a trace of sorrow, as well as determination and fearless courage. They were burning themselves and sacrificing themselves to the Battle Matrix of the Rocks, causing it to evolve.
Now, the Battle Matrix of the Rocks had become even more dazzling. As the divine light circled around it, it gave off a stunning sense of beauty. The solemn sound of the Great Path continued to spread, giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression. Ye Futian was not the only one who could see the changes in the Battle Matrix of the Rocks. The other cultivators were naturally the same.
"Have you all gone mad?" Hua Junlai, the heir of the Haotian Clan in the Nantian Domain, looked at the nine cultivators of the Lost Clan and said. This method was to integrate oneself into the battle matrix. If the battle matrix was destroyed, the nine cultivators of the Lost Clan would die on the spot and be killed.
He was risking his life.
He was using his flesh and blood to forge the Battle Matrix of the Rocks.
There was no response. The unparalleled oppression was still present. The cultivators of the Lost Clan were the same as before. They did not take the initiative to attack. They only passively forged the Battle Matrix of the Rocks to defend themselves. No matter how one looked at it, the Lost Clan appeared to be very friendly. They were putting themselves in a passive state.
When Hua Junlai and the others saw this scene, their expressions became solemn. He said, "If that is the case, we will not hold back."
As soon as he said this, the illusion of the Great Emperor became even more dazzling. He stretched out his palm, and suddenly, a terrifying power surged from his palm. The other cultivators also gathered a terrifying aura of the Great Path. One after another, Divine Wheels of the Great Path appeared. An even more terrifying aura than before bloomed from their bodies.
Only Ye Futian did not gather his power. He glanced at the cultivators and then looked in the direction of the Lost Clan. He knew that if the Battle Matrix of the Rocks was broken, the nine cultivators of the Lost Clan would most likely die on the spot.
Since the Lost Clan had chosen to do this, their determination could be seen. They would not back down at all. They had been putting themselves in a passive position, but in reality, they had also shown an incomparably firm side. They would not allow cultivators from the outside to enter the core of the Lost Clan to cultivate. This could be seen from their vow to protect the Battle Matrix of the Rocks and their willingness to sacrifice themselves in this battle.
In that case, the conditions that the cultivators of the Lost Clan had put forward before were probably not because they wanted the cultivators' ability to cultivate, but because they deliberately said so. If the Lost Clan was not defeated, they might give up on asking for the cultivation method. Thus, they would give face to the various forces and make them feel ashamed. In this way, both sides would have a chance to resolve their grievances and no longer pursue this matter.
Ye Futian seemed to understand the intentions of the Lost Clan. But now, it seemed that they were in a dilemma.
The Lost Clan did not hesitate to pay such a heavy price to ensure victory in this battle.
Moreover, since this was the case in this battle, the next battle would certainly be the same. This time, only the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture were involved. The top figures of the Dark World, the Empty Divine Realm, the Human Realm, and other realms had yet to make a move. There were also cultivators of other realms who had yet to make a move.
Under such circumstances, if the Lost Clan wanted to defend their position and not be defeated, how great a price would they have to pay?
How many top cultivators of the Lost Clan would they have to sacrifice?
Thinking of this, Ye Futian felt a little reluctant. Should they break the Battle Matrix of the Rocks?
In this way, everything that the Lost Clan had done would be for naught. Moreover, the nine cultivators would perish on the spot.
Previously, he had thought that the Battle Matrix would be broken, which was why he had participated in the battle. He had not expected the Lost Clan's trump card and determination. Otherwise, he would not have participated in the battle.
While Ye Futian was still thinking, the other cultivators had already made their moves. The violent attacks of the eight cultivators landed one after another on the Battle Matrix of the Rocks. Suddenly, a shocking sound of destruction was heard. The entire void was shaking violently. The Battle Matrix of the Rocks was also trembling as if it was a little unstable. However, with the divine light surrounding it, it still did not shatter.
The nine cultivators of the Lost Clan melded into the battle matrix and turned into ancient gods. They lowered their heads slightly and closed their eyes. They remained motionless like statues. At this moment, they no longer had their own lives. They were only sacrificing themselves to protect the Battle Matrix of the Rocks.
If the matrix existed, they would exist. If they died, they would die!
"It's not broken." In the distance, the cultivators who saw this scene could not remain calm. If the matrix existed, they would exist. What kind of belief was this? To break the matrix, they had to kill the nine cultivators of the Lost Clan!
The Lost Clan was so ruthless!
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