Lu Yang showed no fear and charged forward as well. The two hundred-meter-tall giants wildly exchanged blows in midair, and the massive energy shockwaves even alarmed the Holy Mark Tribe dozens of kilometers away.
"The patriarch is fighting! Hurry over and help him!" the Second Elder roared, leading the six hundred thousand clansmen who had teleported over as they prepared to charge.
"You aren't going anywhere." Bai Shi sneered as he appeared in midair alongside Xia Yuwei, Zhou Tianming, Ku Ai Bansheng, Liu Ruohuai, Chu Xiao, and the others. Behind them stood more than eight thousand Lower Gods from the Iron Blood Brotherhood.
The Second Elder was dumbfounded. Before coming here, Luo Feng had said that Lu Yang was Earth's strongest fighter, a Middle God, and that none of the others had become gods. Yet over eight thousand Lower Gods had suddenly appeared. Their strength was comparable to that of a mid-sized race.
"Elite warriors of the Holy Mark Tribe, sacrifice your divine souls for the continuation of our race!" the Second Elder roared. The holy mark on his forehead flashed wildly, and his strength instantly rose to the High God Tier. But before he could unleash a technique, a blue-black High God Tier soul crystal shot toward him.
"Trying to ambush me?" The Second Elder wore a mocking expression as he confidently punched at the incoming soul crystal with his right hand.
When the blue-black soul crystal touched the Second Elder's fist, it did not produce the impact he had expected. Instead, it passed through his fist with a soft pop.
The Second Elder stared at the scene in disbelief. Then came a piercing pain, so intense that he could not even make a sound. Only after the soul crystal had passed through his arm did he turn his