A faint gleam flashed in Fang Yun's eyes, and he saw a sphere of runes inside every one of these Void Beasts.
Fang Yun suddenly extended a hand and slowly traced it through the air, producing the shrill sound of sharp nails scraping glass. It sounded as though space itself were being compressed, yet carried a peculiar rhythm.
At the sound, the Void Beasts paled in terror. Their aggressive bearing vanished as they dropped to the ground, trembling gently like round balls of flesh. Without legs or feet, they rolled about in all directions, descending into utter chaos.
This sound of scraping space was the Dark Race's language. Translated into the Human Race's tongue, the sound he had just made meant "Edict: Ancestor."
In other words, in the eyes of the Void Beasts, Fang Yun was a Saint Ancestor of the Dark Race.
After the Dark Race had been overrun, the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragon had deciphered all their powers. That knowledge had eventually passed into the Emperor Race's hands, allowing Fang Yun to master it completely.
Fang Yun swept his right hand through the air again. The piercing, shrill sound rang out once more, and the entire Void Ridge trembled slightly. Great Sage Void Beasts took flight from every corner.
In the end, a full three thousand Great Sage Void Beasts gathered at Fang Yun's feet, humbly paying their respects.
Unfortunately, Void Beasts were beasts, after all, with little intelligence. Otherwise, the Dark Race would not have treated them as food. Of those three thousand Great Sages, no more than thirty possessed normal intelligence.
Fang Yun spoke another passage in the Dark Clan language, and all the Void Beasts went wild. They frantically flapped their little wings, nodded furiously, and leaped up to slam into the ground-their equivalent of kowtowing