When a human cultivator was killed, his flesh and blood were all gone, the many human cultivators in the valley immediately stopped their chaotic battle.
Even though they had fought against each other for the Thunder Tribulation Spiritual Wood not long ago, it was still an internal conflict of the Human Race no matter how much they fought. Brothers of the Human Race were their own business.
However, if a foreign race attacked, it would be regarded as an external enemy. The Human Race and the foreign race had been fighting against each other for a long time. The Human World was the homeland of the Human Race. They could not allow others to encroach on it. This was a mark that had been branded in the blood of every Human Race warrior for countless years.
This was an iron law!
"Gui Clan, how dare you kill people here. This is my Mortal World. Get the hell back to your Ghost Domain. Otherwise, I'll definitely destroy your soul today!"
A young Martial Artist stepped forward again and shouted coldly.
"The Human World? Haha, this wasteland is the Ghost Domain of my Ghost Race. You are nothing but food for my Ghost Race."
The Ghost Race warrior's figure became illusory again with a ghost howl. His whole body turned into a green smoke and blended into the thick Ghost Qi.
The young warrior sucked in a breath of cold air and retreated involuntarily. He wanted to get out of the attack range of the Ghost Race, but the Ghost Race that had turned into green smoke was faster than him. It arrived in front of him in an instant like a black aurora.
Two hands covered in fine scales pressed down and grabbed his arms. No matter how the Human Race martialist struggled, the two hands of the Ghost Race martialist were like iron pincers, not allowing him to move an inch.
"Damn it!"
"Attack!"
Some warriors attacked again. Their Battle Qi roared like a heavenly river. It dispersed the boundless Ghost Qi and swept towards the Ghost Race warrior. They wanted to save this Human Race warrior.
Swish!
However, the attacks of these martial artists all missed. The speed of the Ghost Race was too fast. In an instant, the Ghost Race martial artist had moved more than a hundred feet away. The Ghost Race martial artist opened his arms and was about to tear the human martial artist apart.
Boom!
When Xiao Chen, who was not far away, saw this scene, he wanted to make a move. However, someone else beat him to it. It was none other than Tiantai Xuan. She had the figure of a young girl, and her azure dress fluttered in the wind. The ocean-like Battle Qi on her body seemed to be burning. Her body burst forth with an incredibly sharp sword Qi, and she chopped at the Ghost Race member. She looked like a completely different person now.
"Hmph!"
Facing Tiantai Xuan's sword Qi, the man groaned coldly. He released some ghostly Qi and created a black shield around him, blocking the sword Qi.
Chi!
The black shield turned into nothingness. However, the biting cold Sword Qi was also mostly neutralized. The human cultivator that the Ghost Race clamped down on had his blood splattered. He was forcefully dismembered; he could not resist at all.
This was an extremely shocking scene. A great martial artist at the fourth firmament of the Heavy Building Realm had his combat power shackled and was dismembered by the ghost race.
"The Human Race is still so despicable. Dirty blood flows in their veins. During the Desolate Era, they relied on crafty plots to steal the sky and luckily occupied the vast wilderness."
The ghost figure raised his head, but it revealed a young face. It was not as hideous and terrifying as imagined. There were two curved antlers on top of his head, and there was a black scale between his eyebrows.
However, his pupils were hollow, and the dancing ghost flame was exceptionally terrifying. It carried endless coldness and strangeness. From the depths of his pupils, everyone could see endless ghost shadows, graves, and bones. The hideous and terrifying ghost shadows were devouring the flesh and blood of the Human Race. Countless humans were only left with pieces of bones in their mouths.
In an instant, this terrifying scene was reflected in the depths of everyone's mind. Countless people were shocked and could not help but retreat. Even some martial artists below the third firmament of the Heavy Building Realm could not bear this strange aura. Their souls were constantly trembling. Although they were struggling, this endless illusion was branded in the depths of their souls.
"You Ling of the Ghost Race, you actually came to the Human World from the Path of Void."
At this moment, a loud shout woke everyone up. The Third Elder of the Baize Army, the Lord of the Blood Fox, said in a cold voice. His Baize Army was guarding the Path of Void of the Ghost Race. How could he not know the identity of the Ghost Race?
The Lord of the Blood Fox's expression turned ugly as he stared at the ghost figure. This was definitely a difficult opponent. Over the years, countless martial artists of the Baize Army had fallen in his hands and turned into a pile of bones.
He did not expect that he would still be able to come to the Human World from the Path of Void under the protection of so many martial artists. He originally thought that even though there were many tribes in the Desolate Border Region fighting for the Thunder Calamity Spiritual Wood, even if there were foreign tribes secretly attacking, it would only be a small fight. After all, this kind of thing had happened countless times in the past.
However, seeing the appearance of this killing god, the Lord of the Blood Fox could not help but feel irritated. It seemed that things had exceeded his original expectations.
"It's him!"
Some of the older martial artists' expressions changed when they heard this. They had also heard of the name of You Ling of the Ghost Race. Even though these foreign tribes were suppressed in the Path of Void, there were still shadows of them secretly operating in the Desolate Border Region. In the past hundred years, there would be a few times when they would come to the Human World from the Path of Void.
Ghost Clan's You Ling was one of them. A hundred years ago, he descended to the Human World alone and killed his way into a middle-ranked combat division. If it wasn't for a Human Clan expert who happened to pass by, that middle-ranked combat division would have completely disappeared from the Human World. No one expected Ling Yu to appear in the Human World after hiding for a hundred years.
"That's right. You didn't expect that I would come to the Human World, did you? The little brat of your Baize Tribe is too weak. In front of me, he was just an ant that was sucked dry. You came to the Desolate Border to have a sumptuous meal."
You Ling paid no attention to the third elder's furious glare. They had known each other for a long time and had clashed countless times on the Path of Void. They understood each other's strength extremely well.
"Old thing, you're already old. You better be careful. I still desire your flesh and blood. If I can suck you dry, I believe that old thing He Ze's expression will be extremely interesting."
"Bastard!"
The Lord of the Blood Fox was immediately enraged. He Ze was the title of the patriarch of the Baize Tribe, the Venerable He Ze. You Ling had actually insulted his patriarch so brazenly, which immediately filled him with anger.
"The Desolate Border is boundless and rich in resources, yet it's occupied by you lowly humans. This ancient land will one day return to the hands of the Hundred Races. This land should be called the Ghost Domain, the World of Blood!"
The miserable howl seemed to possess a destructive power that could pierce through one's soul. It constantly seeped into the depths of everyone's souls, causing new lives to sway and illusions to grow.
A cruel smile appeared on You Ling's face. He looked very young, but who knew how long it would take for a member of the Ghost Clan to develop intelligence from a muddle-headed wandering soul to the lowest level of the Ghost Clan. It was possible that it would take hundreds or even thousands of years. Some members of the Ghost Clan would even remain as wandering souls until their souls dissipated.
You Ling had spent countless years cultivating from a low-level ghost to his current realm. At this moment, he stood there. His six-meter-tall body was covered in scales, and the antlers on his head were thick and powerful. However, what erupted from his muscular body was not the burning Blood Qi of masculinity, but a cold and evil aura.
"How arrogant of the Ghost Clan!
This is the land of the Mortal World, the land where the Human Clan has flourished since ancient times. You remnants of the Hundred Races have evil intentions and have invaded us time and time again. You've slaughtered the descendants of the Human Clan and committed countless crimes. "
"That's right!
You've killed the descendants of my compatriots and committed heinous crimes, yet you still dare to appear in the Mortal World. Do you really think that there's no one left in the Human Clan? "
"Since you dare to appear in the Mortal World through the Path of Void, let's see who can protect you today. Leave your life here today!"
The last sentence was spoken by the third elder of the Bai Ze Battalion, the Blood Fox Lord. You Ling of the Ghost Clan had escaped from the Path of Void, so he naturally had to kill him.
The blood fox that the Blood Fox Elder was sitting on let out a sharp cry. The three blood-colored tails on its back crisscrossed with each other and the sky was filled with fox shadows. Its sharp claws swiped at You Ling. The Blood Fox Lord followed closely behind. Battle Qi surged from his blood-colored saber and swept out like a heavenly river.
The blood fox that the Blood Fox Elder was sitting on let out a sharp cry. The three blood-colored tails on its back crisscrossed with each other and the sky was filled with fox shadows. Its sharp claws swiped at You Ling. The Blood Fox Lord followed closely behind. Battle Qi surged from his blood-colored saber and swept out like a heavenly river.
"Shameless boasting. Since when did the Desolate Land become the Human Clan? For countless years, the Desolate Land has been the land of the Hundred Races. The Human Clan is just an ant that was born later. At the end of the Desolate Land, the Human Clan was like an ant that stole the sky. This has always been the land of the Hundred Races.
Today, I'll let you know that blood will always be blood. This is a predestined fate. Starting from this old thing, I'll slaughter all of you! "
"Old thing, you're only so-so!"
A thick whimper seemed to descend from the distant past. The ghostly flames danced even more violently and a sinister smile appeared in You Ling's green eyes. His entire body exploded, turning into specks of ghostly flames that wrapped around the Blood Fox and Blood Fox Lord.
"Blood food from countless years ago, yet you still want to dominate the Desolate Land. Despicable humans, sooner or later, I'll bury all of you in the boundless land."
The battle between the Ghost Clan and the Blood Fox Lord did not affect the other people in the valley. At that moment, a handsome young man walked over with disdain in his eyes.
"Feng Mingtian!"
Tiantai Xuan's pretty eyes were filled with coldness. She stared at the Wind Spirit warrior who had stepped forward and said emotionlessly, "Tiantai Xuan, you and I are old friends.
"Tiantai Xuan, you and I are old friends. Since the first time I saw you, I wanted to make you submit to me and serve me day and night. I didn't have the chance before, but today, I can make you submit to me. You are so beautiful that you can become one of my collections. Just like your sister, she is dead set on me. Wouldn't it be great if she could have sex with me every night?"
There was a sinister smile on Feng Mingtian's handsome face, and his eyes were filled with lust.