"Of course!" Shen Yun's gaze grew utterly resolute.
"For the Royal Race!" Wa Si roared joyfully.
"For the Royal Race!" Shen Yun roared.
"For the Royal Race!" Hui Gu roared.
"For the royal ancestors!"
The sages of the Kunlun Royal Clan roared in unison.
The Saint Ancestor avatars remained motionless, without so much as speaking.
But all the sages knew that the Saint Ancestors did not waste words because they only took action.
The world they saw was entirely different from the world the sages saw.
"The remnants of the old races deserve to die, and I don't care about the Human Race either. But this Fang Yun-I want him to sow his seed." The Night Ancestor's avatar smiled.
The myriad sages rolled their eyes. Some of the previously aggressive royal clans instantly fell into disarray, looking at the Night Ancestor with expressions caught between laughter and tears.
At a moment when everyone stood united against a common enemy, a dignified Saint Ancestor avatar was talking about sowing seed. How were they supposed to fight this battle now?
The Third Giant God Ancestor's avatar said helplessly, "Night Ancestor, he has a body of flesh and blood, while your Night Race has bodies of spiritual power. No matter how much seed you sow, it won't bear fruit."
"That's all right. We can discuss the fruit later. I'll try sowing first."
The Night Ancestor's body slowly changed and shrank, becoming a woman a hundred zhang tall, the same height as Fang Yun. At the same time, she transformed into a peerless beauty composed entirely of black power, like another Ink Maiden, only paler in color and even more alluring.
A single glance at the Night Ancestor stirred desire in every humanoid sage's heart, and they hurriedly looked away.
Fang Yun looked at