Translator: Legge
All living beings were shaken!
Up till this point of the battle, only the Asura had the power to kill the Golden Crow race and he was the only one who dared to do so.
To think that another three-legged Golden Crow would die on the battlefield.
Countless gazes looked over.
Five figures descended from the skies and entered the battlefield to fight against many three-legged Golden Crows!
The most striking thing was an ape that was dozens of feet tall with long fur all over its body. Its eyes were bloodshot as it thumped its chest and stomped its feet, roaring into the skies as it waved its golden rod with a torrential demonic qi!
The gigantic ape was extremely tough and violent. Despite the encirclement of ten three-legged Golden Crows, it was still at ease and released a powerful counterattack!
In terms of strength, the three-legged Golden Crow was no match for the gigantic ape!
Beside the gigantic ape was a tiger that shone with electric arcs. Its claws were sharp and it fought fiercely against the three-legged Golden Crows that danced in midair.
A crane circled in midair with flames burning on its body as well. Its bloodline was filled with the aura of a Bi Fang.
A Golden Lion roared with a terrifying might.
Among the four demons, there was a seemingly weak and skinny fox. It had fiery red fur that shone with a crystalline luster.
The Little Fox gripped a pitch-black basket tightly seized opportune moments to strike.
The three-legged Golden Crow earlier on was burned to death by that black basket!
Monkey, the spirit tiger, Qing Qing, the Golden Lion and Little Fox stood out and joined the battle!
“It’s them!”
When the Sect Master of Heavenly Dipper Sect saw monkey and the others, he suddenly stood up and declared, “Fellow Daoists of the primordial races, these five beasts are the sworn siblings of Desolate Martial and the Taboo Divine Hou!”
“What are you doing?!”
The Palace Lord of Enigma Palace questioned loudly in rage.
Ji Chengtian could not help but say, “Heavenly Dipper Sect watched idly as humans were bullied. Now that we have the help of these demon brothers, you guys are betraying them instead of expressing gratitude?!”
“Fufu,”
The Sect Master of Heavenly Dipper Sect sneered, “They’re just a few beasts! The Asura was the one who was reckless in this matter and killed the Golden Crow Eighth Prince. It’s only right for him to pay with his life.”
“That’s right!”
The Sect Master of Malevolent Earth Sect nodded as well. “If not for the Asura, the Ten Thousand Race Meet would have been held smoothly a long time ago. How would things have come to this?”
When they heard that, Ji Chengtian was not the only one—even the sect masters of Snowdrift Valley, Purple Firmament Sect, Dapamkara Monastery, Diamond Monastery and the others glared over angrily!
If the Asura had not arrived, the human race would have suffered unimaginable humiliation!
While the super sects were arguing, the other five primordial races were calm.
Initially, the five primordial races merely wanted to watch the show and wait for the situation to develop.
However, when they heard that monkey and the others were sworn brothers of Desolate Martial, they were intrigued.
“Desolate Martial is probably dead.”
Teng Luo rubbed his chin and suddenly said, “Even if we can’t kill Desolate Martial to vent our frustrations, it’s not bad killing his sworn siblings as well.”
“Should we head down and play as well to stretch our bodies?”
Teng Luo licked his lips. “I’m a little hungry. I can catch some food to eat!”
Savage Eye was motionless and had no intention of getting up.
Rakshasa Yu closed her eyes and rested as well, as though she did not want to participate in the fight.
Goddess Xiaoxiang’s gaze landed on Demoness Ji. Suddenly, she stood up and said coldly, “Leave that demoness to me!”
“Oh?”
Teng Luo asked, “Fellow Daoist Xiaoxiang, why would you be interested in a woman?”
“I can’t see anyone who has a more beautiful face than mine!”
Goddess Xiaoxiang said indifferently, “However, if there’s any, I’ll destroy her personally!”
“Ruthless, I like it!”
Teng Luo burst into laughter.
Young Master Arcane Ghost stood up slowly as well. He looked at the Asura in midair and said coldly, “Seems like I’ll have to deal with him personally!”
On the battlefield.
Although the five siblings, Demoness Ji and Ming Zhen were involved, it did not affect the situation much.
The three-legged Golden Crows they held back added up to less than 50.
In other words, most of the three-legged Golden Crows, including the three Golden Crow princes, were still attacking Yan Beichen wildly!
Against such a terrifying attack, Yan Beichen’s aura rose continuously instead!
The stronger the hatred in his heart, the stronger the power of the Hatred Sutra!
Even the hundreds of Golden Crows, including the three princes, could not suppress him!
“Hatred!”
Yan Beichen roared tragically and his eyes were pitch-black as ink. Waving the Hatred Fiend Saber, streams of hatred fiend qi circled around it. They were rich and vast, devouring the many Dharmic arts continuously!
Poof!
A wound appeared on Yan Beichen’s body by a three-legged Golden Crow.
However, Yan Beichen slashed in reverse and killed the three-legged Golden Crow!
A single wound in exchange for the life of a three-legged Golden Crow!
Poof!
A deep wound appeared on Yan Beichen’s chest that was dripping with blood.
However, as though he could not feel any pain, he slashed in reverse and sliced the three-legged Golden Crow into two.
The Essence Spirit of the three-legged Golden Crow was devoured by the hatred fiend qi and died on the spot!
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Yan Beichen had already lost his rationality completely and was in a realm of Hatred Intent where he could not feel pain or pressure.
There was only endless hatred left in his heart.
He only wanted to kill all the living beings before him!
More wounds appeared on Yan Beichen’s body.
However, the number of three-legged Golden Crows that died under the Hatred Fiend Saber increased as well!
The ground was strewn with the corpses of three-legged Golden Crows—there were a hundred of them and it was a shocking sight!
“What are you guys waiting for?!”
The voice of the Seventh Prince sounded, somewhat anxious.
He knew very well that when Yan Beichen entered the Hatred Intent realm completely, his hatred was boundless and his strength was endless, causing his combat strength to increase limitlessly.
Unless his stamina was depleted, there was no one who could defend against his attacks!
Back in the ancient war, the Fiend Emperor Hatred fell into this intent realm and countless experts of the primordial races died to the Hatred Fiend Saber!
Young Master Arcane Ghost smiled gently and walked towards Yan Beichen.
His ghastly green eyes shone with a strange glint that was filled with a sinister power.
The next moment, the three-legged Golden Crow before Yan Beichen vanished.
In its place was a familiar back view.
“Pianran!”
Yan Beichen was stunned and exclaimed instinctively.
“Brother Yan, it’s me! I’m not dead!”
The beautiful figure turned around and smiled gently at Yan Beichen, saying in a tender voice.
“Pianran, you’re not dead! You’re not dead!”
Yan Beichen was agitated and hot tears streamed down his face as he placed the Hatred Fiend Saber in his hands down.
Clang! Clang!
Sensing danger, the Hatred Fiend Saber buzzed and trembled, warning repeatedly.
Yan Beichen had already fallen completely into this illusion and could not extricate himself.
“Asura!”
Upon noticing that, Demoness Ji looked anxious. In a flash, she wanted to rush to Yan Beichen’s side and help him out of the illusion.
Right then, a figure appeared in front of Demoness Ji.
With an indifferent expression, Goddess Xiaoxiang looked down at Demoness Ji with a faint hint of envy in her eyes. “Demoness, I’m your opponent!”
