Chapter 1709 Summoning the Clan of Lackeys
Mo Yinling's laughter grew louder and louder, echoing in the void.
It carried a hint of mockery, but more than that, it was sinister and smug.
"You have torn up the covenant of all races and started a bloody war among them... If you want to kill, then I will kill!"
"Now that the Angel race is dead, you all want to ask me what I have to say?"
"Hehehe... What I desire is to slaughter the Angel Clan and make all your people belong to my Yin Spirit!"
His words echoed in the void for a long time, so that the angels heard them, and the lizardmen in the distance also heard them...
"How can that old ghost be so powerful?"
A fourth-level god-level lizardman trembled and murmured, "Is he friend or foe?"
At this moment, behind the Level 4 Lizard Ancestor stood several Level 3 and Level 2 deities, each holding a projection sphere in their hands.
Someone will record what just happened and send it back to the lizard tribe...
"Old ghost!"
Seymourne angrily rebuked him.
Michael raised his hand to stop Seymour, and patiently said, "Old ghost, my angel race is a top-tier race of the void. Do you really intend to ruin yourselves?"
The Angel race not only possesses twelve level-five gods, but it is also rumored that an even stronger being is hidden within the race.
Moreover, there are also level 5 god-level equipment.
Two level-five gods cannot kill this old Yin spirit in a short time. What if all three of them attack together?
Why don't you bring out the clan's sacred artifact?
Mo Yinling certainly understood these principles, but he remained calm and composed.
"Although the Angel race is strong, each one has its own role. If I alone can hold back your race's even stronger forces, then bring it on."
After saying that, the old man suddenly changed his kind expression and stretched his neck.
"I'm waiting for you all, waiting to cut off my head!"
The First Domain is the true arena for the major clans to compete. Now, the arrival of two twelve-winged angels in the Ninth Domain is already the limit.
If even stronger forces are mobilized, the losses suffered by the Angel Race will far exceed the benefits gained within the Ninth Domain.
Clearly, this old ghost had planned everything.
"What grudge do you hold against the angels that you must fight to the death?" Michael asked.
"We have no grudge against each other, I just don't want to live anymore, I want to drag your angel race down with me!" The old man shook his head.
The fourth-level lizard ancestor in the distance had already widened its eyes.
Only then did they realize that this old ghost, though possessing unfathomable strength, was nothing more than a scoundrel.
But... why do his words sound so satisfying?
"If you wish to preserve the world under your command, it is not impossible!" The old man suddenly changed the subject.
"Then summon more lackeys so I can slaughter them to my heart's content. Of course, if you summon too few, I will keep killing until the Ninth Domain's Myriad Races Contract is restored... After killing the lackeys of the Angel Race, I will continue killing the Angel Race!"
This is the old man's real purpose.
In his view, if he could hold off the angel race and its lackeys, such as the Greys, Minos, and Dogs, the human race would be safe.
The First Domain cannot allow the Ninth Domain to continue fighting like this indefinitely; as long as they can hold out until this period ends...
"impossible……!"
Michael was about to refuse when she suddenly froze. In her soul, she once again sensed the aura of the Sword of War.
The Sword of War has accompanied her for billions of years. Even if there is only a trace of its aura left, she can clearly sense it as long as the distance does not exceed ten great domains.
"Michael, you hold him off. I'll go back to the First Domain and bring a clan-protecting artifact. Let's see how long he can keep up his arrogance!" Simoki gritted his teeth.
“Let’s do as he says!” Michael sighed.
She could already imagine the tragic fate of the several races that had remained loyal to the Angels in the Ninth Domain for so many years.
But at this moment, there was no time to worry about that.
"What are you saying, Michael? You're just giving in to the old ghost?" Seymour stared at Michael in disbelief.
Michael turned around, and his twelve wings spread out at the same time, flying towards the direction of the Wood Clan.
Never look back!
Seymourne, the majestic god, stood motionless in the void, left behind.
Given his status and position, for countless years, no one had dared to provoke him in this way.
But by then, even Michael had left.
He faced this old, malevolent spirit alone, unable to kill it, and even less likely to abandon his clansmen.
He could only take out the piercing talisman and, as Mo Yinling had instructed, summon the Grey Clan, Minotaur Clan, Dog-Headed Clan, Cyclops Clan...
Sure enough, after he summoned it, Mo Yinling stopped attacking the Angel World, took out a bottle of wine, and slowly drank it.
……
At this moment.
In the core world, south of the Demonic Mud Plateau, within a vast spatial cage spanning millions of miles, all the Soft-Boned Clan members have gone mad.
One after another, the corpses of high-ranking Wood Clan members fell from the sky, almost filling all the space around them.
They never dreamed that after being captured, they would be able to eat such high-level flesh and blood.
At this moment, regardless of age or gender, everyone grabbed chunks of meat and tore at them frantically. Dark green alien blood flowed down their sharp teeth, soaking their entire bodies...
At this moment, the life level aura of all the Soft Bone Clan members was slowly increasing.
boom!
In the sky, a first-level god-level Wood Clan member suddenly appeared in this world.
In his terror, he instinctively waved his tentacles, attempting to gather rules, but the next moment...
A huge black dragon claw suddenly came slashing down from above.
Its speed surpassed the comprehension of this first-level deity... A vast amount of blood energy poured down, enveloping him completely...
……
Within the void, Zhao Yin held Thor's hammer, gazing at his masterpiece.
That world of the Wood Clan has turned into fireworks.
He counted the spatial bracelets he had just acquired.
Three thousand two hundred quasi-god-level divine foundations!
40,000 SSS-grade amethyst crystals!
It's a level one divine-grade spear, and it's also a weapon exclusive to the Wood Clan.
Zhao Yin ignored the other substances, as they were of little use to him.
Zhao Yin directly stored all the divine foundations into a spatial bracelet and tossed it to Tang Tang, who was standing to the side.
A god-level spear was devoured by Thor's hammer...
He tallied up his recent accumulation of SSS-grade amethyst crystals, and with the million he received from Red Maru, he had accumulated 1.7 million crystals since arriving in the Wood Clan area!
Next, he inventoried all the living beings suppressed on the black dragon's body...
Apart from the three-eyed beings that were previously suppressed, there is now one level one and three level two beings remaining.
And a level 5 mountain spirit snake clan member, and a level 5 human-faced lion-tiger clan member.
The recently captured living deities of the Wood Clan are one level three, two level two, and six level one!
There are over 700 quasi-god level living beings and over 4,200 demigod level beings.
But they had all been slaughtered by Zhao Yin and fed to the Soft-Bone Clan.
Since the departure of the two fourth-level gods who came from the First Great Domain, following Benimaru...
The living beings captured by Zhao Yin are now all the god-level beings guarding the Ninth Great Domain Wood Clan!
They had only been in the Ninth Domain for less than a year when they followed in the footsteps of gods like Huai Tu!
