Crystal Ancient Race Warships

Lei Dong found it hard to understand. The inheritance the Devil Emperor had passed down to him contained nothing about the Crystal Ancient Race. As for the Devil Emperor Palace, it had been gradually built by successive generations of the Devil Emperor Sect. Yet though the two looked different, why was their architectural style so similar?

Suddenly, Lei Dong thought of something else: those Body Integration Realm puppets from before. Their appearance had seemed familiar, though he hadn't paid it much mind at the time. According to historical records, all the Mechanisms Art in use today had originated with the Crystal Ancient Race.

For that reason, Lei Dong hadn't made the connection when those Golden Puppets had looked familiar. But now, after spotting the familiar-looking temple in this small space from a distance, he couldn't help but grow suspicious.

Could the Devil Emperor—or perhaps the King of the Underworld—have some connection to this mysterious Crystal Ancient Race, which had been wiped out countless years ago? Or had someone obtained an inheritance from the Crystal Ancient Race?

Naturally, there was no point in dwelling on such things now. Lei Dong focused his attention on the scene before him. This seemingly tranquil place was probably not so simple.

The other three who were out in the open looked equally solemn. None of them rushed toward the Crystal Ancient Race temple. Instead, they raised their defenses to the full and went on high alert.

Bai Mu was the first to lose patience. He sprang into action and punched toward the largest ancient tree. A white streak tore through the air, hurtling toward it with imposing force.

With the strength of a Body Integration Realm White Tiger, even a casual strike from Bai Mu should have shattered the enormous tree. But who could have