Just as Yang Chen took the Origin Essence into his hand, he looked around and found himself surrounded by alien cultivators.
There were more than twenty of them.
At a glance, these twenty-odd people all belonged to races Yang Chen had never seen before. However, based on the descriptions in ancient texts, Yang Chen could roughly determine that they were a vassal race of the Spirit God Clan—the Mountain Royal Clan.
"They came pretty quickly." Xing Tong stood with her hands behind her back, confidence radiating from her expression. Even facing more than twenty opponents, she showed no panic at all.
In truth, if she had been alone, no matter how confident she was, she absolutely could not have dealt with more than twenty Heavenly Separation Realm experts at once.
But now, with Yang Chen—a powerhouse who could only be described as monstrous—at her side, she was not afraid.
Because she knew!
She was strong, but Yang Chen was even stronger.
And his strength had already reached a level that could only be called absurd.
As these Mountain Royal Clan members looked at Yang Chen and the insect race, every one of them revealed surging killing intent. When their gazes settled on the Origin Essence, they seemed to have already decided how it would be divided.
"Mother Insect, we do not wish to fight you to the death. However, you cannot keep this Origin Essence. If you know what is good for you, hand it over now," shouted a Heavenly Separation Realm cultivator of the Mountain Royal Clan.
Clearly, he was quite clever. He knew that the Mother Insect was not easy to deal with, and that even if they truly fought, the result would only be mutual destruction. Thus, he intended to subdue the enemy without fighting.
"Mother Insect,