"We are here to slaughter Myriad Races, not to negotiate with them."
Guan Yu spoke calmly, his eyes as cold as frost.
The Qinglong Crescent Blade in his hand trembled slightly, as if yearning for a baptism of blood.
Upon hearing this, the Red Robe nodded; her face was exquisitely beautiful yet exuded a coldness.
The Death Origin Divine Power was faintly surging within her body.
It seemed like it could explode at any moment.
Without a word, the Human Race army unleashed a barrage of cannon fire.
The cannon's muzzle flashed with a Destruction light.
Shells rained down.
Wherever it went, nothing grew; the earth was blasted into huge craters.
The soil was blasted into the sky and then fell back down like raindrops.
The dark army, caught off guard by this sudden attack,
They couldn't evacuate and were massacred.
In an instant, screams filled the air, and blood stained the earth red.
Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
About an hour later, the old man in Black Robe reappeared.
He had barely appeared when he attacked in a rage, his eyes burning with fury.
" Human Race, you indiscriminately slaughter innocent people, you deserve to die!"
He roared, and a surge of dark, corrosive energy erupted from his body.
That energy was like a black tide, flowing wherever it went.
Everything was corroded; the flowers, plants, and trees withered instantly.
The rocks were eroded and riddled with holes.
In an instant, the world changed color, and darkness enveloped the sky.
The sun's rays were blocked, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.
"Old man, you're not even Origin God, yet you dare to act so presumptuously here."
The calm voice of the woman in Red Robe rang out, sounding exceptionally clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield, like a pronouncement of God of Death.
A surge of Death Origin Divine Power instantly crushed everything in its path.
The divine power transformed into a gigantic black hand.
The palm exuded an aura of death, as if it were a deadly hand reaching out from the depths of Hell.
"What?! This is Origin Divine Power! No...!"
The old man's eyes widened in terror; he sensed the threat of death.
But it was too late. The black hand struck him with overwhelming force.
He didn't even have a chance to resist before he was smashed to pieces.
It dissipated into the air, leaving only a resentful scream echoing through the valley.
The massive army swept through Triangle Ridge, burning, killing, and looting.
They were like a horde of out-of-control demons, utterly devoid of mercy.
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Triangle Ridge.
There were more than three Origin auras, and these auras intertwined.
This created a terrifying force, turning the entire Triangle Ridge into a living hell.
But so what? They were all slaughtered by the Red Robe.
She was like the embodiment of God of Death; wherever she went, life vanished.
Whether they were dark creatures or innocent beings, all were reduced to nothingness by her attacks.
Soon, Triangle Ridge was ruthlessly wiped out, leaving not a single living creature.
The once vibrant scene here is no more.
All that remained was desolation and ruins, as if it were a corner forgotten by the world.
After slaying those who stood in their way, the Human Race army continued its advance towards the Darkness Divine Hall.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and murderous intent.
Every step was tinged with bloodshed and Destruction.
This time, the Human Race army marched with overwhelming momentum.
They surged toward the Darkness Divine Hall like a raging tide.
Their footsteps thundered, shaking the very earth.
Every soldier's face was filled with determination and fearlessness.
They held only one belief in their hearts: to destroy the Darkness Divine Hall.
To avenge the fallen members of their clan.
Wherever they went, they were unstoppable. The Darkness Divine Hall tried to stop the army,
Under the powerful offensive of the Human Race army, they retreated in droves.
They were as flustered and disoriented as birds startled by the mere twang of a bow.
The Darkness Divine Hall trembled
The Human Race army surged towards the Darkness Divine Hall like a raging tide.
Every step carried an aura of Destruction.
The aura seemed to surge from the depths of Hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Wherever the army passed, it raised clouds of dust.
Under the sunlight, the dust even took on a Xue Hong.
It looked as if it were soaked in blood.
Inside the Darkness Divine Hall, the atmosphere was extremely tense, as if the air itself had frozen.
The high priests gathered together,
Their faces were as dark as the clouds before a storm.
His eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear.
"These Human Race lunatics, they actually went on a killing spree at Triangle Ridge!"
They even killed the guardians.
A priest roared angrily, his voice hoarse with rage.
His eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to burst, and his hands were clenched into fists.
The fingernails dug deep into the palm, drawing out traces of blood.
We can't let them get any further.
Otherwise, our Darkness Divine Hall will face annihilation.
The other priest's eyes flashed with a cold light, a light as sharp as an icy blade.
It can freeze a person's soul.
His body trembled slightly.
Whether from anger or fear, veins bulged on his forehead.
Like writhing venomous snakes.
Deep within the temple, the Lord of Darkness slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss of darkness.
His gaze was cold and authoritative, as if he could see through everything.
It's as if it can devour everything in the world.
Dark power surged around him, like countless black pythons coiling around him.
"Summon all the dark elites and prepare to meet the enemy."
This time, we will make these Human Race pay a heavy price.
His voice was deep and resonant, echoing like thunder throughout the temple.
Every word carried an unquestionable command and boundless killing intent.
As the Human Race army advanced, a strange, dark mist suddenly appeared.
The mist seemed to be alive, constantly churning and rolling.
It surged, emitting a pungent, putrid odor.
Shi Hao frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
"Watch out, everyone! There's a trap!" he shouted.
The sound echoed through the mist, but sounded somewhat muffled.
The words had barely left his lips when countless black spikes shot out from the mist.
Those sharp spikes, like black arrows, appeared and disappeared in the mist.
Yet they moved with incredible speed, raining down on the Human Race army like a storm.
The spikes pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it were the call of God of Death.
The puppets quickly stepped forward, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Like a well-trained soldier.
They quickly formed strong defensive lines of shields.
The shield gleamed with a metallic sheen under the sunlight.
The spikes struck the puppet, making a clanging sound.
The sound was like the hammering of iron in a blacksmith's shop, or like a death symphony.
Spikes clashed with the shield, sending sparks flying.
It stood out brilliantly in the dark mist.
"A trivial skill."
Guan Yu roared, his voice like a resounding bell, shattering the fog.
He brandished his Qinglong Crescent Blade and charged into the mist.
The broadsword seemed to come alive in his hands.
Each swing unleashed a powerful burst of blade energy.
The blade's energy, like a white ribbon, tore open the mist.
The mist seemed startled, churning and tumbling under the impact of the blade energy.
They fled, but quickly regrouped.
The woman in Red Robe formed a hand seal; her movements were elegant and mysterious.
It was as if they were performing an ancient dance.
The Death Origin Divine Power transformed into strands of black silk in her hands.
The silk threads, like nimble little snakes, stretched into the depths of the mist.
Wherever it went, the dark energy in the mist dissipated.
Like darkness dispelled by sunlight, black threads weave through the mist.
A faint buzzing sound emanated from it; it was the sound of the Power of Death devouring the darkness.