Chapter 270.1: I Am Them
Chapter 270.1: I Am Them
Over twenty Yin Spirits stood beside the president, their faces cold. All of them were from Secluded Heaven, and had long secretly sworn allegiance to Dark Sun. They gazed at Qi Yuan as if he were already dead."I never imagined we would have the fortune to witness the fall of such a peerless Great Venerable!"
Mere Venerables as they were, they were insignificant before a Great Venerable, let alone the masters of Dark Sun. Yet they weren’t afraid to mock Qi Yuan.
"After cultivating for so many years, your outlook is still this small. A bunch of petty nobodies, all of you," Qi Yuan said, trying to remind them of the concept of broad-mindedness. In the end, he stopped wasting words and shouted, "Come out and face your deaths!"
His voice rolled like thunder. The entire secret realm trembled, and even space seemed to wrinkle. The sound roared across the land, powerful enough to annihilate the people of an entire kingdom.
The Venerables turned pale, as the voice alone shook their spirits and agitated their divine spiritual energy. It felt as if they were facing a world-devouring demon!
Even the president’s expression changed. He didn’t expect the disparity in power to be this large! Perhaps the Blood-Clothed Sword God was not that far from the Mythic realm...
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" shouted the president as a mechanical bird appeared above him. "You are indeed strong, but I have thirty-six pig slaves comparable to the Four Generals of the Lei Clan. Come forth!"
The earth shook violently. Cracks opened in the ground, and terrifying figures emerged one after another, their oppressive aura suffocating. A two-headed man holding a golden spear, his eyes were just empty sockets. He wore ancient armor so decayed it seemed to have endured a million years. A gigantic dragon-elephant roared, each hoof as large as a small mountain.
Qi Yuan's gaze turned cold as he memorized each puppet's appearance. They had once been Mythic warriors who resisted the Great Calamity. After death, they were reduced into puppets to wreak havoc upon the world. Once they fell again today, no one would remember them.