Ye Qinghan sped all the way to the south. The golden armor was attached to his body, and he wore a black robe on the outside. He looked very ordinary.
In terms of distance, the Asura Region was already very close to the dangerous lands in the southern region. Therefore, time was very easy. Ye Qinghan would occasionally descend to the surface to resupply and enter the cities to search for treasures.
Tens of millions of miles to the south, which was close to the edge of the dangerous lands, tribal cities stood in great numbers. There were not many powerhouses, and most of the creatures lived hard lives. They made a living by hunting for treasures and mining. Most of them lived in groups.
This place was called the South Horizon Region, and wars were constant. In order to obtain more manpower, the major tribes often attacked other tribes. The defeated tribes were all enslaved. The men were hollowed out, and the women suffered even more. They became other people's playthings, and once they were tired of playing with them, they would be sold. There was no hope in life.
In the vast South Horizon Region, wine and meat went to waste, and there were frozen bones on the road. There was not a single city that was not hostile to each other.
Thirty-six cities were at war all year round. However, one day, the Drifting Void Stronghold appeared out of nowhere and could actually contend with any of the thirty-six cities. Most importantly, the people in the Drifting Void Stronghold were extremely vicious and merciless. Those who went against them were razed to the ground. Not a single blade of grass was left alive, and not even chickens or dogs were spared.
The Drifting Void Stronghold occupied the Thousand Islands Mountain Range and forcibly seized a portion of the resources. They attacked other cities and had several lord-level powerhouses. Most importantly, the stronghold master had a giant weapon god, the Spatial Shield! It could completely defend against the attacks of other Lords of the same rank.
With this defensive giant weapon god, the other city lords were not willing to clash with the Drifting Void Stronghold at all. They could only choose to compromise and let the stronghold occupy the mountain range. A large amount of resources were plundered by them, and they also attracted a large number of powerhouses to join them.
The Thousand Islands Mountain Range was the absolute entrance to the dangerous lands. One had to pass through it. The Drifting Void Stronghold also became a hot commodity, and many organizations fawned over them.
Within a short hundred years, the Drifting Void Stronghold had developed into a first-rate organization. They had more than ten lord-level powerhouses, close to a thousand half-step Lords, hundreds of thousands of High Gods, and a million slaves. Every member of the Drifting Void Stronghold owned several dozen or even dozens of female slaves. There were also thousands to tens of thousands of slaves. The more powerful the powerhouse, the more slaves they owned.
If Ye Qinghan were here, he would definitely recognize the owner of the Drifting Void Stronghold as Ghost Daoist Flowing Void of the Six Gods Dao Sect. Back then, his godhead had exploded, and his soul had escaped. By chance, he had seized the body of a severely injured Overgod and successfully possessed it. Ten years later, he had recovered his peak strength, and with the help of the Spatial Shield, he had fled to this place and became the overlord of the stronghold.
Perhaps it was the will of the heavens, but Ye Qinghan did not know that Ghost Daoist Flowing Void was still alive. He also did not know that he had spent more than a month in Flowing Cloud Stronghold before finally arriving at the South Horizon Region. As soon as he arrived, he could feel the chaos in this region.
There were wars everywhere. The ground devoured blood and bones. Rivers of blood flowed, and piles of bones piled up. Some people were so thin that they were just skin and bones. Some people went crazy and directly devoured human flesh.
These were all beings below Emperor-level. They could not abstain from food and needed to replenish their vitality. However, without Divine Crystals, they could not enter the mountain range to hunt. Originally, the Thousand Islands Mountain Range could be entered and exited freely. However, in the past hundred years, it had become the backyard of the Drifting Void Stronghold. It was even more difficult to enter than the forests occupied by other cities.
Ye Qinghan frowned. It was a tragedy for cultivators to be able to do this. He could not imagine how this region could be so chaotic.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! A large group of Beast Cavalry held spears and whips as they galloped on the ground. The ground trembled and dust rose.
"Hahaha, I found a good slave."
"Give it to the little princess. I'm sure she'll like it."
Dozens of Beast Cavalry sped up and rammed the few skinny cultivators in front of them to death. Then, they surrounded Ye Qinghan.
This city was called Nanjiang City. The city lord, Bo Yi, had thirty thousand Beast Cavalry under him. They were practically invincible. He was the overlord of the Nantian Region. He had three sons, all of whom were half-step Lords. The little princess was his only daughter, Bo Feng. She liked men, especially strong and beautiful men. She used Yang energy to nourish her Yin energy. She had swallowed the essence of countless men and forcefully seized the vitality of others. Her cultivation was even more terrifying than her three elder brothers'. She had become a Lord three years ago. However, her combat strength was far from that of a Giant God.
Smack!
The whips shattered the void and curled toward Ye Qinghan's neck. The others curled toward his long legs and waist.
Humph!
Ye Qinghan furrowed his brows and let out a muffled groan. His Psychic Energy split into dozens of portions and rushed into the Knowledge Seas of the Orc Riders and the others. The Orc Riders waved their arms, but before they could exert half of their strength, they lost all their strength and fell to the ground.
Roar!
After their master died, the group of Ferocious Beasts only cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
They had a contract of life and death. If their master died, the Ferocious Beasts would die. The souls of the Beast Cavalry were directly destroyed by Ye Qinghan.
"You have a death wish," Ye Qinghan snorted coldly. His body shook, and the smoke and dust dissipated. His clothes were not stained.
The skinny cultivators around him looked at Ye Qinghan in shock. It was as if they had seen a ghost. In their eyes, even the people of the Drifting Void Stronghold would not dare to kill so many Beast Cavalry in Nanjiang City. Moreover, Ye Qinghan had only grunted, and the powerful Beast Cavalry had all died. Just how terrifying was his ability to do that?
Ye Qinghan did not care about these people who were about to starve to death. There were too many of them. If he were to take care of them one by one, even a year would not be enough. If he wanted to save them, it would be faster to kill all the people in charge of this city. If he could control the higher races, these people at the bottom would be able to survive.
Swish!
Ye Qinghan's divine sense swept past and discovered Nanjiang City. His figure flashed, and he arrived outside the city. He saw that the slaves were chained up with divine iron chains and had huge rocks on their shoulders. They were building huge palaces and fortifications. The supervisors did not treat them as humans. If they were slightly slower, they would whip them. If the supervisors were unhappy, they would be beaten to death!
Pa!
The sound of a long whip resounded through the void, followed by a miserable scream. A slave was beaten until his skin and flesh were lacerated. He curled up on the ground with a twisted face.
"Motherf * cker, stand up. If you don't complete the mission by tonight, don't even think about getting medicinal pills, let alone food."
The supervisor was cold-blooded. He waved his hand and whipped the slave again. The slave had no choice but to stand up and endure the tearing pain.
The city wall was so tall that it almost reached the clouds. No one knew what it was built for. Perhaps it was to defend against external enemies, or perhaps it was purely a waste of manpower and resources. Ye Qinghan shuttled through the crowd and was stared at by two supervisors.
"Stop right there, where did this bastard come from? Show me your identity card!" One of the supervisors coldly berated.
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed. Two saber lights shot out and slit the two supervisors' throats. The High God supervisors died on the spot. They did not even have time to scream.
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