Because the light of the Star-Sea Divine Ship shone down, the ferocious beast army on the ground was revealed in full. Those monsters hiding in the underground world crawled out onto the surface, looking even more savage and baleful.
Before this three-pronged slaughter from heaven, earth, and underground, the entire Taibei Dongshen Clan stood as though at the edge of a cliff.
Without even fighting, they might already have been frightened stupid by the Dark Clan's suppression.
Unfortunately, they did not even have a chance to surrender.
Ever since the Dark Clan had lost the First Realm King over fifty years ago, their prestige in every aspect had begun to decline. Countless grievances had accumulated throughout the clan. Then problems had arisen in their alliance with the Swordgod Lin Clan, causing them to lose face. Thus, when the Taibei Dongshen Clan ran into their "gun barrel," most of them were prepared to vent fifty years of resentment today.
"Today, we shall dye Mount Tai'a Divine Mountain in blood and shake the world! I want to see who will dare point fingers at my Dark Clan after this! Fifty years ago, every damn one of them was a slave kneeling on the ground!"
The brighter the Star-Sea Divine Ships gleamed in the sky, the more fiercely the hearts of the Dark Clan army burned.
They desperately wanted to know how those ants of the Taibei Dongshen Clan below were feeling.
Crying?
Regretful?
Resentful?
Miserable?
Weeping in a heap?
Kneeling and begging for mercy?!
"No matter what, they have no chance left. Hahaha."
Fifty years had passed.
The Dark Clan needed to kill far too badly.
But had the Taibei Dongshen Clan truly been scared out of their wits?
At the very center of the Dongshen Blazing Sun Guardian Barrier, a