The Yazi Race was ferocious and warlike, repaying every grievance without fail. Even the slightest enmity would be engraved in their hearts, never forgotten for all eternity.
Back then, the Yazi Race had produced a Yazi Great Emperor, who suppressed heaven and earth with peerless martial might, slaughtered across the world, and committed sins that towered to the skies. At his peak, even gods retreated before him; no one dared to confront his edge. Once his strength declined slightly, however, six Emperor-level Experts joined forces to besiege him, ultimately suppressing him outright.
The pure-blood True Spirits of the Yazi Race had also been hunted down by countless races back then, suffering grievous casualties. Only the Yazi Emperor's Son, the sole surviving remnant, had luckily lived on as a contingency left behind by the Yazi Great Emperor.
The Yazi Race was vengeful by nature. Yang Feng had devoured Ya Zhexiong, and such a blood feud was already enough for the Yazi Race and Yang Feng to fight until one side perished.
Yang Feng swept his gaze over the Island of Bones occupied by the Yazi Race. Killing intent flashed through his eyes before vanishing, and he sneered inwardly. A feud that ends only with death? Interesting. Once I have sufficient strength, I will surely uproot your Yazi Race completely and sever this chain of hatred.
Among the Nine Great Clans, the one Yang Feng feared least was the Yazi Race.
Among the other eight great clans, there might still be hidden Emperor-level Experts slumbering within the river of time, awaiting their chance to awaken. Yet the Yazi Great Emperor had been besieged by six Emperor-level Experts, and even his bones had been divided up and forged into various secret treasures. His fall was certain.
During the Cosmic Tribulation, all those below