The White Bone Divine Spirit Race sealed off the White Bone Continent. Seeing this, Lin Changqing knew that breaking through the White Bone Continent was no longer possible.
What was more, his battle with Dao Lord Qing Zhui this time had yielded him a great deal. He also wished to return and enter seclusion to properly comprehend it, extract the essence of the other's Great Dao, and completely integrate it into his own Primordial Martial Dao.
After all, he had been a Dao Lord expert. How precious were his insights into the Great Dao?
With a wave of his hand, Lin Changqing withdrew the Killing Array, then threw back his head and laughed wildly toward the White Bone Continent. "Hahaha... you turtles of the White Bone Turtle Race, keep being your cowering turtles! You'd best not leave those turtle shells of yours. Otherwise, I'll kill every one I see..."
His voice rang like a great bell and large drum, instantly spreading across several hundred million light-years around the White Bone Continent.
For a moment, the entire White Bone Divine Spirit Race burned with fury, gritting their teeth in hatred.
Yet no matter how furious they were, they could only endure it.
Lin Changqing was far too terrifying. Even a Dao Lord had been slain—who among them would dare go out? That would be seeking death.
At the same time, the people from the various powers surrounding the White Bone Continent could not help sighing after hearing Lin Changqing's words.
They all knew that, from this day onward, the White Bone Divine Spirit Race would completely become a laughingstock.
"The White Bone Turtle Race, hehe... it really does suit them."
Within the vast void, someone sneered repeatedly. "But the tree that rises above the forest will surely be destroyed by the