Chapter 1968
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Using Ning Luo's senses, Ye Qingtang and Ning Luo quickly searched the entire residence.
But Ning Luo didn't sense any familiar aura.
Ye Qingtang immediately grabbed a servant of the Ancient You Clan and interrogated him if there was a secret room.
The servant was already scared out of his wits when he saw Ye Qingtang. He didn't expect the Holy Lord of Shadows to have already "killed her way" into the clan and didn't dare to hide anything. In just a moment, he told her everything.
There was a dungeon hidden in this part of the Ancient You Clan's territory. The servant didn't know who was imprisoned in the dungeon and only said that only the higher-ups of the Ancient You Clan could enter.
Ye Qingtang immediately led Ning Luo into the dungeon.
The dungeon was pitch-black. The moment they stepped into the corridor, they could already smell a strong rotting stench.
When she entered the dungeon, she was taken aback by what she saw in front of her.
In the dark dungeon, there were a few lights that illuminated some areas.
On the mottled walls, there were metal hooks covered in dried blood.
In a corner of the dungeon, there was a pile of rotting demon skins on the ground. Many of them had already rotted and emitted a disgusting stench.
The entire dungeon was empty, and there was only a mess left. Not a single person was alive.
Ye Qingtang looked at the pile of demon skins on the ground and her expression was unprecedentedly gloomy.
The skins weren't big, and they were obviously the skins of young Demon Clan members.
This was the same as what You Qiong had told her.
However, when he saw all of this with his own eyes, the impact he felt was indescribable.
"She's not here." Ning Luo looked coldly at the tragic scene in front of him. There was no emotion in his eyes.
Ye Qingtang returned to her senses and nodded slightly.
Just as Ning Luo was about to leave, Ye Qingtang suddenly shot out a ball of flame from her fingertip and burned the skins that contained endless evil and vengeful spirits into ashes.
The flame shone on Ye Qingtang's golden mask. The flickering flame reflected in Ye Qingtang's eyes, making it impossible to tell what she was feeling.
Ye Qingtang didn't say anything. When she saw the flame rise, she immediately walked away.
Suddenly, she thought of the ancient humans who had betrayed the True God.
For the sake of power and selfishness, how far could a person go?
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The Crimson League had an overwhelming advantage on the battlefield.
Elder Cong's heart sank as he watched the youths fall one by one.
"Elder, we can't hold on much longer …" The deacon, whose face was covered in blood, scurried to Elder Cong's side.
The youths raised by the Ancient You Clan had the ability to fight against the alien races of the Crimson League, but the alien races of the Crimson League outnumbered them.
"Go!" Knowing that he had no chance of winning, Elder Cong no longer hesitated. With a single palm strike, he killed one of the elders he was fighting with. Then, he leaped into the air, taking advantage of the chaotic battle to escape.
With the death of the Ancient You Clan youth, the Ancient You Clan was on the verge of collapse.
The remaining Ancient You Clan forces were no match for the Crimson League and they were all wiped out in no time.
When the fierce battle finally calmed down, the members of the various clans looked at the corpses of the Ancient You Clan members at their feet with a strange calm in their eyes.
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