Above the Dragon-Slaying Platform, three fragments hovered, rang out with a metallic clang, then fell silent and returned to Fang Yun's Literary World.
The Kunlun ancestors looked at the First Giant God Ancestor in disbelief. Before this, he had been the most vehement advocate of war, loathing Fang Yun so deeply that he wished to eliminate him with his own hands.
Yet just now, he had ambushed the Sword Ancestor and returned the Dragon-Slaying Saber Fragment.
"Descendants of this ancestor, abandon the darkness and turn toward the light!"
As the First Giant God Ancestor spoke, his body rapidly shrank back to a height of a thousand zhang. He dipped his head slightly to Fang Yun in greeting, then flew to his side.
The Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon chuckled. "I knew this brat back then. I was wondering why I had no memories of him. My original body must have secretly cut them away while I wasn't paying attention. He's been waiting for this day all along!"
Kunlun's second and third ancestors remained silent, saying nothing.
The other members of the Giant God Race wore varied expressions.
Shen Yun, however, looked thoughtful. He glanced at the Saint Ancestors beside Fang Yun, then at those opposite them, suspecting that the First Giant God Ancestor had placed bets on both sides. The Mountain Race's strength had plummeted back then precisely because they had failed to read the times and circumstances.
"First Giant God Ancestor, you're betraying Kunlun!" the Nine-Eyed Saint Ancestor roared, flailing his eight arms as he prepared to attack with all his strength.
Pfft...
Eight sounds rang out simultaneously. Apart from the Saint Ancestors, most could not distinguish their order.
The Nine-Eyed Saint Ancestor's huge eye slowly looked down. He saw eight very familiar tentacles piercing his body, their violent power coursing