Trap

In the city of the Monkey Beast Clan, the Ninth Prince heard a thunderous boom erupt at his side.

At the same time, a massive curtain of light from the mountain-protecting grand formation suddenly split open down the middle, and a figure flew out through the rupture.

Song Zhong?

The Ninth Prince's eyes flew wide as he stared ahead in utter disbelief. Song Zhong—how had he gotten in?

Every premise of his plan had relied on the grand formation stopping Song Zhong. Yet Song Zhong had charged straight in, throwing all his plans into disarray.

If they continued casting spells toward every place where lightning fell, they themselves would die as well. Perhaps one, two, even dozens or hundreds of cultivators would sacrifice themselves for their clan.

But it was impossible for every cultivator to sacrifice themselves for their clan.

After landing atop the city wall, Song Zhong's first slash was directed at the Monkey Beast Clan's Ninth Prince.

With a single strike, a massive monkey head soared into the air.

The Ninth Prince was dead.

At the same time, bolts of lightning surged outward in every direction, and Monkey Beast Clan cultivators fell one after another.

In an instant, chaos engulfed the city.

Song Zhong began a frenzied slaughter.

Monkey Beast Clan... Boar Demon Clan...

One foreign race after another had their Great Thousand Worlds breached under Song Zhong's attacks.

Spider Demon Clan.

Their clan had an enormous number of cultivators even among the Myriad Races, and Heavenly Prodigies frequently emerged from their ranks. The Spider Demon Clan was one of the strongest clans among the Myriad Races.

Within the Spider Demon Clan's Great Thousand World.

Cultivators from the major foreign races had gathered here.

A Winged Race cultivator who looked human but had a pair of wings growing