With furrowed brows, Li Zhan didn’t say anything else, raised his hand to gather strength, and was about to deliver a killing blow to end the clan leader’s life.
“stop.”
Wei Pengkun stepped forward slowly, raised his hand to stop him, and glanced disdainfully at the seriously injured Qingmu clan chief, pretending to give him a chance to live: “I will give you one last chance.”
“If the entire Spirit Clan submits to the Divine Clan, surrenders all their spiritual veins, cultivation techniques, and resources, and becomes their subordinates and servants for generations, I will spare the lives of your entire clan. What do you think?”
“Subordinates? Servants? That’s just another way to enslave our people!” The Qingmu Chieftain’s voice was hoarse, but every word was firm and resounding. “We, sons and daughters of the Spirit Clan, would rather die fighting than kneel as slaves!”
He suddenly stood up, mustered the last of his spiritual power, condensed it into a green wooden sword, and with all the strength he had left, thrust the sword straight into Wei Pengkun’s heart, determinedly facing death.
Wei Pengkun looked disdainful and did not budge in the slightest.
In the air, a cold silver beam of light flashed. Venerable Hanyuan moved from a distance, and the cold energy penetrated through the body, instantly piercing the Green Wood Clan Chief’s chest.
Blood spurted out, and cold air froze his entire body. The Green Wood Clan Chief’s body quickly solidified into an ice statue, standing straight in place, his pride unshakable.
In the next instant, the ice statue shattered into pieces with a loud sound, and the Spirit Clan Chief fell valiantly.
“Tribal chief-!”
The remaining Elven warriors screamed in agony, charging frantically towards the God army in a desperate attempt to take revenge for their fallen comrades, only to be surrounded and slaughtered, their blood staining the scorched earth.
Bing Xue’er’s spiritual power was sealed, and she was forcibly restrained by the two divine cultivators, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as all the spiritual beasts were killed in battle, tears streaming down his face, helpless to turn the tide.
Bingfeng Han lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, filled with hatred, vowing to die with his eyes still open.
Bing Wuhen also died. These three members of the Ice God bloodline were unable to escape their fate of being killed.
Bing Fenghan and Bing Wuhen were fine, because both of them had already died.
But once Bingxue’er was captured alive, something far more terrifying than death awaited her.
Countless god-level cultivators rode on its back from a distance.
Elder Qingxuan was seriously injured and unconscious, on the verge of death. He was forcibly dragged away by the gods, and his fate is unknown.
Wei Pengkun surveyed the scorched earth and corpses strewn everywhere, nodded in satisfaction, and coldly stated: “From today, within the Sixteen Heavens, there will no longer be the Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest, no more Spirit Clan bloodlines, everything will be completely exterminated.”
After plundering, the Protoss army turned and fled, leaving behind only desolate ruins and scenes of complete destruction.
As the night progressed, the wind howled fiercely.
Deep in the underground root systems, in the cavities of rotting trees, and in the crevices of spiritual veins, some old and weak Spirit Race survivors scattered and managed to escape the massacre.
Only after the divine aura had completely disappeared did they dare to cautiously crawl out of their hiding places, gaze at their destroyed homeland, and weep silently.
A young female cultivator from the Spirit Clan, covered in dust, stood amidst a sea of corpses, holding a crying baby in her arms, her tears had dried.
All of his relatives and clan members were brutally murdered, his house was burnt to the ground, and the peaceful days of the past disappeared completely.
He stared around blankly, his heart filled with confusion and regret, then muttered softly, “We are satisfied with our fate, we just want to live in peace, why do we have to suffer this catastrophe of exterminating our clan? If we didn’t help David back then, none of this would have happened”
Inside the tree cavity, the surviving elders let out soft breaths. Some complained that David had implicated their race, while others were grateful for his life-saving kindness. They argued and whispered, but in the end, only endless silence remained, filled with sadness.
The war in the Sixteen Heavens had ended, leaving behind two tragic scenes and two lingering worries.
In the middle of the dark night, outside the secret room beneath the temple, Venerable Red Flame and Venerable Cold Abyss, without dawdling, quietly arrived at the divine race’s ancient inter-heaven teleportation array, carrying the Soul Suppressing Pearl.
The spiritual light of the array radiated, isolating the heavenly secrets and not disturbing anyone inside the hall.
The moment I stepped into the teleportation array, the power of the void enveloped me, and the surroundings sank into boundless darkness. Space storms roared and howled outside, but everything was blocked by the array barrier, keeping me safe and sound.
Venerable Red Flame carefully kept the Soul Suppressing Pearl, pondering the terrifying origins of the golden scripture in his heart. Then he spoke in a deep voice, “Han Yuan, do you think that kind of protective treasure could be a top-grade Dao artifact among the heavens?”
Venerable Hanyuan shook his head and pondered: “Dao artifacts are rare and precious, there are only a handful in the Thirty-Six Heavens. What kind of opportunity is needed to possess one? How could a True God cultivator from the lower realms be worthy of possessing one? That is absurd and unbelievable.”
“After reaching the seventeenth heaven, we will look for a high-ranking expert to investigate the details.”
Red Flame Venerable’s eyes burned with greed, “If we can decipher the secrets of the scriptures and seize the opportunity of the Great Path, we can surpass the Golden Immortal realm, ascend to a higher realm, and dominate the entire heavens.”
The teleportation array shone even brighter, and at the end of the void passage, the outline of a new world slowly appeared.
FAQ Novel
Q: What weapon does the Qingmu Chieftain use?
A: The Qingmu Chieftain uses a spiritual wooden stick in battle.
Q: What fighting style counters the Green Wood Clan’s powers?
A: The Pure Yang Immortal Fist effectively counters the wood-type spiritual power.
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