One Human Race cultivator after another had spent these years resisting the other nine seats, had spent all this time fighting.
Even before this, they had carved their way out in a trail of blood.
So compared with the Human Race of the other universe, they had experienced far more life and death. Even those newly born cultivators were the same.
Every one of them killed decisively, and every one of them understood the cruelty of the universe all too well.
But even they, who were used to life and death, were shaken one by one after seeing their Ancestor Song Zhong make his move.
Their Ancestor was even more ruthless than they were. They had never even seen a cultivator so ruthless.
Their Ancestor Song Zhong ignored the nine gods who had left, but as for these cultivators before him from the other Nine Clans, the Ancestor left not a single one alive, exterminating them all.
Even if cultivators fled, the Ancestor hunted them down.
And when the Ancestor started killing, he did not hesitate in the slightest.
Who knew how many reincarnations those other Nine Clans had existed in this Land of Reincarnation? Their strength was unfathomable, and this time, the other side had even come out in full force.
Yet in no long time at all, their Ancestor had already slaughtered almost all of the other side's cultivators. Only a small portion had escaped.
After all, the Ancestor only had three avatars. Later in the slaughter, when the enemy fled in different directions, the Ancestor could not guarantee that he would exterminate every single cultivator.
There were not many cultivators from the other side who escaped, but very soon, their Ancestor Song Zhong's voice rang out.
"Go hunt them down. Make sure every last one of their