The Demon Kings and Great Demon Kings fared somewhat better, but many Demon Barbarians below Demon King rank were rammed to death, their flesh and blood scattering through the sky.
"You still dare block me?" Thinking of his big brother's reproachful gaze and Ao Huang's mocking expression, Mountain Bearer flew into a rage born of humiliation. He thrust his head out, tilted it, and spat a skyful of bloody mist onto the Nine-Star Mountain.
The Nine-Star Mountain blazed with radiance and shook with a thunderous hum. Then a vast silver wave of ancestral might appeared before it, blotting out the sky and spanning the entire Two Worlds Mountain. It rose a hundred thousand zhang high, like a world-ending tsunami.
Shu Huan stamped and raged. "As a Great Sage, you actually attacked those below Sainthood! None of the races of the Myriad Worlds will spare you! Stop! Stop!"
"You can't blame me. If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for failing to stop me!"
Mountain Bearer roared, and the vast wave of ancestral might came crashing down.
Shu Huan cursed, then had no choice but to shout, "Ancestor, please manifest!"
The Saint Ancestor avatar residing within the Ancestral Suppression Mountain suddenly appeared above it-a translucent Saint Ancestor of the Wolf Race.
Xiaoxing.
Xiaoxing's avatar was not large. He had silver-white fur and a crescent moon on his forehead, giving him an exceedingly majestic appearance. He stood only a little over ten zhang tall, smaller even than those of the Emperor Realm, yet atop the Ancestral Suppression Mountain, he seemed the lord of ten thousand ages, the king of ten realms.
The mighty wave of ancestral might dissipated silently, like the splash raised by a pebble falling into water.
The world-ending tsunami receded completely.
Xiaoxing's avatar frowned slightly as he looked