Chapter 1876 Battlefield Circumstances
The basic attributes of the Yellow Flower Demon even surpassed those of the Ancestral Spirit Avatar, reaching the level of a fifth-level god!
At this moment, among Zhao Yin's team, there are four wooden figures, Tang Tang, Yin Spirit Avatar, Wang Chunhua, Black Dragon, and Yellow Flower Demon, beings that can rival fifth-level gods!
Although the individual basic attributes of the ancestral clone did not reach 80 million.
But with his combat power, he is definitely stronger than the Yin Spirit clone, and can be considered one of them!
By this calculation, there are a total of ten fifth-level gods!
Among them, the five most special are: the avatar of the spirit, the yellow flower demon, Tang Tang, Wang Chunhua, and the black dragon!
The Spirit Clone, the Yellow Flower Demon, and Tangtang are all the most terrifying group attack type talents.
Any one of them would be considered world-destroying in the context of an ordinary world!
As for the black dragon, it was just a corpse. Zhao Yin felt that it was at least an Ancestral God level when it was alive.
And it is by no means a low-level ancestral god.
Even after endless ages, when much life force is swallowed by nothingness, losing its talent and spirit...
With just a single, decaying body that had been rotting for countless years, it was still able to crush most level-five gods!
As for Wang Chunhua, she was an ancient human and a special being who served Emperor Li Wangyu.
Zhao Yin could not read her information.
Most of the time, Wang Chunhua appears brash yet naive, seemingly carefree...
But sometimes, she terrified Zhao Yin, as if she had two faces...
"Time to go out!" Zhao Yin murmured.
At this moment, he felt even more secure.
Zhao Yin waved his hand, and his Yin spirit clone was summoned and poured into his enchanted battle armor.
The next moment, Zhao Yin disappeared from the core world.
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"Lie Mei is dead?"
In the Ninth Great Domain, the Thunder Dragon Clan's territory, terrifying pressure raged.
At this moment, a female member of the Thunder Dragon Clan manifested her divine form within the void.
She wore a pink, openwork armor that revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin; her face was extremely beautiful, and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders.
Its lower body, resembling a snake's tail, is also covered with a layer of pink scales.
What should have been a terrifying sight actually appeared extremely beautiful.
At this moment, Long Yun, the third ancestor of the Thunder Dragon Clan, held a communication talisman in her hand, her beautiful face showing astonishment.
Previously, a fellow member of the Ninth Domain, a god-level being, reported that Lie Mei and an unknown race were fighting in the Thunder Dragon Clan, destroying most of the Ninth Domain's Thunder Dragon Clan world.
Even among the Thunder Dragon Clan's gods, only one escaped; the rest perished.
This incident alarmed the Thunder Dragon Clan's Great Ancestor, who, after failing to reach an agreement with the Blazing Sun Clan, dispatched the Third Ancestor, Dragon Cloud, with a divine artifact, intending to settle scores with the Blazing Demon...
Unexpectedly, when she arrived, she received a message from the Great Ancestor...
"Great Ancestor, is the news confirmed?"
"It's absolutely true. That person from the Blazing Sun Clan has already determined that it was the humans who did it!"
"Humans? How is that possible? That race has long been humbled to the dust. How could they possibly rival the ancestral gods?"
Long Yun felt that this news was too outrageous.
After the White-Robed Emperor disappeared, the human race produced the first monarch of all time...
Today, it has long since lost its influence.
“It must be the Lieyang Clan trying to shift the blame!” Long Yun said.
"Long Yun, the Lieyang Clan has therefore offered sacrifices to Heaven!"
"Destiny!"
Long Yun was immediately shaken.
"Long Yun, stay in the Ninth Domain. Do you remember the last time someone offered sacrifices to the Mandate of Heaven?" the Great Ancestor asked.
“The last time was a million years ago, when the first monarch of the human race enslaved several major races. Some people performed sacrifices to the Mandate of Heaven, and all the ancestral gods below the third level of all races appeared. I also participated!” Long Yun said.
"How many ancestral gods died?" the Great Ancestor asked.
"Seven in total! If it weren't for the intervention of the Mechanical Race Mother Goddess, many more might have died!"
Few living beings truly understood that battle that has been lost to time.
A great domain was shattered. Now, it is said among all races that the first king of the human race throughout the ages once slew gods.
This is because ordinary beings have long forgotten the terror of the first monarch of humankind throughout the ages.
In today's view, it is already a miracle that the human race can rival the gods.
Only the surviving ancestral gods knew how terrifying that battle was.
They tacitly concealed the truth, even refusing to reveal it to their own tribe, for the ancestral god's prestige could not be tarnished.
Only the ancestral gods left behind from ancient times know...
The Mandate of Heaven states... that humanity is the rebel! Humanity is the foundation!
Humanity must neither rise to power nor be annihilated...
Only the ancient ancestral gods who survived from the past know just how terrifying the human race truly is!
The fact that someone is now offering sacrifices to the Mandate of Heaven again can only mean that, under extreme suppression, that race has produced another defiance of the heavens, following the first monarch of all ages!
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The territory of the Shadow Spirits has occupied the former territories of four smaller races: the Dog-Headed Race, the Minotaur Race, the Grey Race, and the Cyclops Race.
It is the layout of the Ninth Battlefield, and also the regional layout of the Ninth Great Domain!
The four race regions surround the entire human race region.
At this very moment, in the center of the Ninth Domain, the largest world within the entire domain.
This is the Ninth Battlefield.
At this moment, above the first fortress in what was once the territory of the Minotaur tribe.
A wisp of white mist slowly rose.
Gradually, it obscured the sky.
The faint white mist could be seen to be the figure of an old man.
"What happened?"
Mo Yinling's eyes revealed deep worry, her gaze covering the entire Ninth Battlefield.
At this very moment, outside all the fortresses of the Yinling Clan, and in the fortresses of all the other races—Angel Clan, Wood Clan, Black Scale Clan, Divine Feather Clan, Blazing Fire Clan, and so on—the aura of gods was emanating from all of them.
The gaze stretched into the distance, where the aura of gods also permeated the various clans.
Among them are many high-ranking gods!
Although the old man was still in a weakened state, these divine beings could not possibly have frightened him so much.
What truly alarmed him was how similar this scene was to the battle a million years ago... when King Mo fell.
Just then, in the territory of the Angels, above the first fortress, a crack suddenly appeared in space.
A twelve-winged angel enters the world of the Ninth Battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, the sound transmission talisman inside Mo Yinling's spatial bracelet vibrated.
Mo Yinling retracted his divine form, took out a communication talisman, and Ya Lie's voice came through.
"Where is Mo Yinling?" Yalie's tone was no longer as gentle as before.
It exuded a chilling aura of anger.
"Yale, what happened?" Mo Yinling immediately became alert.
Since he saved Ariel several times, and through their long-term relationship, Ariel has come to regard him as a close friend.
Today, however, is quite unusual.
Adding to what she had just seen, Mo Yinling had already vaguely sensed something, but she just couldn't believe it.
"How have things gone in your recent war against the humans?" Arie asked.
Mo Yinling's expression changed drastically. Sure enough, today's events were related to the human race!
He quickly calmed down, his tone remaining even.
"I slaughtered a large number of humans, including 123 supreme experts and tens of millions of ordinary humans. Mo Yinling dared not boast of his achievements. All the flesh and blood of the humans were left for the Angel Clan. I only want Yinling!"
Upon hearing this, Ale's tone softened slightly.
"Your Yin Spirit clan, in your battles with the human race, have you noticed anything unusual?"
