A Hundred Boats Race Across the Blood River! The Ancestral Dragon's Water Park Has Been Washed Away!

Xing Tian's words, "Out of fuel?", though spoken lightly, struck the heart of the Mechanist in the cockpit with each syllable, like an invisible giant hammer.

Each word triggered a violent shock to the Divine Soul.

Inside the cockpit, the Genius Mechanist's face changed from ashen to purplish-brown, and finally as black as the bottom of a pot.

He devoted his life to the study of Art of Mechanisms, regarding it as the most intricate art in the world.

But at this moment, all his pride and all his hard work were trampled to pieces by the brute with muscles all over his body, who looked at him with the same eyes that looked at scrap metal.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, a syllable stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter another word.

Xing Tian had already lost interest and no longer paid attention to this "iron-shelled waste" who couldn't even manage his energy properly.

His gaze passed over the crippled Mantis and landed on the next formidable barrier.

Blood River.

That's not a river.

It was a crimson ocean formed over millions of years from the filth and resentment of fallen ancient gods and demons.

The viscous river water churned slowly, emitting a stench that could seep into your very bones.

Gurgle.

A blood bubble rose from beneath the viscous surface of the water, burst open, and a twisted, vengeful spirit let out a silent shriek before being swallowed back into the river.

Beneath the surface, countless pale arms loomed in and out of sight; these were "Blood Soul Water Ghost," formed from condensed resentment, anxiously awaiting any living creature that fell into the water.

What's more troublesome is that an invisible barrier hangs over the river, firmly restricting flight altitude to within three feet of the water.

This is an invitation to death for all participants who are not good swimmers.

"Hahaha! Finally, it's our home turf!"

An extremely arrogant dragon roar resounded from behind.

Several Dragon Clan princes, who had been blending into the crowd and concealing their auras, finally dropped their disguises.

Their bodies swelled dramatically, transforming into true dragons thousands of feet long.

The dazzling golden dragon scales, under the dark sky of the Nine Netherworld, reflected an almost arrogant radiance.

The oppressive aura emanating from the depths of their bloodline made the surrounding air heavy, forcing the other contestants to involuntarily retreat.

The eldest prince, Ao Jia, stood with his dragon head held high, surveying the Forbidden Zone before him with disdain. His enormous dragon eyes were filled with absolute control and confidence over the element of "water."

"Men, show these landlubbers a thing or two!"

Ao Jia gave the order.

The dragon Dragon Clan behind him immediately opened their mouths, but instead of dragon breath, they spewed out several "Water Control Divine Pearl" that had been refined to the extreme!

The divine pearl fell into the Blood River without making a sound.

But the filthy, viscous blood was purified and coagulated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In the blink of an eye, a crystal bridge spanned the turbulent Blood River!

The bridge is shimmering with light and color, and inside it are even sealed several twisted and struggling Blood Soul Water Ghost, displayed as "trophies".

"Please, everyone."

Ao Jia hovered at the bridgehead, his enormous dragon eyes sweeping across the entire area, his tone carrying a condescending air of condescension.

"We will go ahead and wait for you on the other side."

Having said that, he led several Dragon Clan princes, walking with elegant and rhythmic dragon steps, leisurely onto the crystal bridge.

The posture didn't seem like they were crossing a formidable chasm; it was more like they were inspecting their own backyard.

This move completely stunned the audience.

Countless contestants stared at the magnificent crystal bridge, now marked with "No Trespassing," caught in a dilemma.

Walking up there is tantamount to bowing down to the Dragon Clan.

If we don't leave... are we really going to go down and fight those water ghosts hand-to-hand?

"Pah! What a piece of junk!"

Xing Tian spat fiercely at the ground, his thick phlegm filled with disdain.

He expressed the purest contempt for the Dragon Clan's flamboyant displays of skill.

He turned around and looked at the group of burly Witch Clan behind him, who also looked indignant.

"Brothers, do you still remember that big stew pot in our tribe that's been used for eight hundred years?"

The group of burly men were taken aback at first.

Immediately, a sudden realization, a feeling of "I'm home," flashed in their eyes.

Operation begins!

Several burly men with the bloodline of the Earth-type Ancestral Witch roared and plunged their hands into the earth!

"Rise!"

The earth roared as they forcefully pulled a massive stone, a hundred feet in diameter, made of the hardest "Nether Iron Rock" from the Nine Netherworlds, out of the ground!

Immediately afterwards, the burly men of the Zhurong lineage stepped forward and spewed divine fire at the bottom of the stone.

Bear!

The flames turned the boulder a deep red, and the impurities inside hissed and groaned under the intense heat, turning into black smoke as they were expelled.

Finally, Xing Tian stepped forward himself, wielded his giant axe, and with a few clangs, carved out several rough grooves along the edge of the massive stone pot, which would be used to tie ropes.

Thus, a "Stone Pot Battleship" filled with primitiveness, savagery, and even a faint aroma of meat was born!

"Get on the boat!"

At Xing Tian's command, hundreds of strong men from the Witch Clan roared and jumped into the huge stone pot that was still warm.

Together they pushed the stone pot into the Blood River.

"Thump--!"

With a loud crash, the stone pot slammed into the water, sending up a bloody wave hundreds of feet high.

It remained as steady as Mount Tai, without even the slightest tremor.

"Sail!"

Xing Tian stood at the bow of the ship, one hand on his hip and the other pointing forward, looking triumphant.

There were no oars or sails.

Dozens of strong men from the Witch Clan jumped directly into the Blood River, using their bodies, which were comparable to divine iron, to push the boat with all their might at the stern!

Those Blood Soul Water Ghost, powerful enough to tear apart Golden Immortals, were instantly scalded and their souls scattered by the savage and domineering masculine aura emanating from them, letting out shrill screams as soon as they got close.

The "Stone Pot Battleship" cleaved through the blood-red waves, its speed no slower than that of the Dragon Clan "strolling" on the Crystal Bridge!

"Hahaha! Our Witch Clan's methods are truly effective!"

"Exactly! All that fancy stuff is completely useless!"

From inside the stone pot came the rough and hearty laughter of the strong men of the Witch Clan, the sound waves rolling and echoing throughout the entire riverbank.

Meanwhile, Ling, who had already reached the other side of the river, looked back at this dramatic scene, and a faint smile appeared on her usually aloof face.

She did not use any external aids.

She merely utilized the blinking ability of the "Void Shadow" set to its fullest extent.

Each step landed precisely on the crown of the head of one of the Blood Soul Water Ghost that occasionally surfaced from the water.

Before the water ghosts could even look up, she had already drifted away like a wisp of smoke, leaving only faint ripples in her wake.

Her method of crossing the river was an art of killing.

However, just as the Dragon Clan, the Witch Clan, and the Assassin Alliance were each displaying their unique abilities, a sudden change occurred on the Blood River!

The entire Blood Sea began to churn violently, and an unbelievably huge whirlpool formed without warning in the middle of the river!

From the depths of the vortex, a majestic and vast dragon's roar, seemingly from the primordial Primordial World, resounded loudly!

The voice was filled with the overwhelming rage of someone breaking into the bedroom and pulling off the covers!

"Which department?! Who approved this project?! How dare they mess around in Laozi core asset area?!"

A colossal dragon head, a hundred times larger than Ao Jia and the others' true forms, slowly rose from the vortex.

It is none other than Ancestral Dragon, the chairman of the "Four Seas Reach" Water Transport Group!

He was dozing in his "Chairman's Office" at the bottom of the river, calculating the next fiscal year's revenue, when he was awakened by the towering blood waves stirred up by the contestants.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that his "private rare species breeding base" had been turned into a complete mess.

There are illegal constructions of crystal bridges.

There are people speeding while driving a broken pot.

There are even people doing extreme parkour on their own employees' (water ghosts') heads!

What he found most unbearable was the Stone Pot Battleship of the Witch Clan!

Because of the scorching flames of the Zhurong lineage, the bottom of the pot still retained extremely high temperatures, bubbling away as it cooked his "Blood River Ecosystem," which he had carefully cultivated for tens of thousands of years, into a pot of... spicy hot pot.

Countless rare "blood corals" were scalded to a crisp, "resentful anemones" floated up belly up, and even the "Nine Nether Blood Carp" that had been kept the longest were almost cooked through!

Ancestral Dragon's heart was bleeding! That was all money!

He roared and swung his dragon tail!

Boom--!

A towering wave surged into the sky, carrying with it the chairman's boundless rage, and crashed fiercely against the magnificent crystal bridge!

"Get the Laozi out of here!"

With a crisp "crack," the crystal bridge shattered.

The elegant smiles on the faces of Ao Jia and the other Dragon Clan froze instantly, as they fell into the icy, bone-chilling Blood River like dumplings.