Beat Yu Qianzi Until She Was No Longer Human-Shaped

All magical treasures and spells vanished like smoke and clouds.

True Lord Gui Fu and the others stared fixedly at the ants below. After a moment, they turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

The ancestors of ten thousand years ago were their shared faith. They held bone-deep reverence for their power, wisdom, and arts, far beyond that of ordinary people. No matter what, they would not dare test them with their own lives.

Amid the howling gale, the True Lords remained silent, killing intent overflowing in every direction.

"It was him!"

"Divine Crow—it was Divine Crow's doing."

After a while, True Lord Gui Fu of the Guishan Iron Clan, who was well versed in the Northern Plains' various secret arts, said coldly, "Divine Crow injected the Hei Clan's last trace of dragon qi into this altar!"

"That was why the ancestor's ritual responded ahead of time!"

"How could he dare?!"

"How could he?!"

He was beside himself with rage, wishing he could find Divine Crow True Lord's corpse, grind his bones to dust, and scatter his ashes to vent the hatred in his heart.

This hatred even surpassed what he felt toward the outsider, Tu Shan True Lord.

"This should have been arranged by him in advance, right? Why would he do this?"

"What good did it do him?"

Someone asked with a frown.

Nascent Soul Cultivators had lived for many years. They always liked to prepare two plans for everything, worrying about defeat before considering victory, and laying down contingencies. That was nothing strange.

But why this sort of contingency?

They looked at one another, utterly unable to understand.

"I took a look just now."

After a long while, Joyous Union True Lord spoke softly. "Among the Eighteen Bloodcloud Riders, there are two people named Hei Louxi and