The Clown's monstrous form has a very slender body with long arms and legs.
The facial features were indistinct, resembling both male and female, human and animal.
Blood was constantly seeping from his pores, making him look as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood.
The Brother Devour didn't eat a single Soul Orb from the storage ring; instead, he distributed them all to the other Heavenly King.
The restricted area not only contained the Night Clan elder at the Peak of Level Nine, but also five Level Nine Martial Artist.
Brother Devour was overwhelmed by the task at hand, and apart from the Dharma King, the others were all of relatively low level.
Only by improving everyone can we withstand this wave.
A Bing and the Mist Lord broke through to Level Nine.
The Clown is level 8.5.
Even the ace Magician received some Soul Orb.
This time, it can be said that everyone has a bright future.
It was precisely because of this upgrade that the Mist Lord's Fog of War was able to trap so many Advanced Martial Artist at the same time, and that the Light Prayer's Plague Pollen was able to keep the guards infected for a long time.
The Night Clan elder's face turned ashen. "How come another one has appeared?"
Swish--
The Clown's blood-red scythe swung violently, and the warrior who came to the old man's aid hurriedly retreated, nearly being disemboweled.
This was his first battle after becoming Heavenly King, and the Clown, like a mad dog released from its cage, was unstoppable.
The Blood Killing Technique unleashed a barrage of attacks, overwhelming the opponent and leaving them unable to raise their heads.
The opponent was extremely frustrated.
To think that a Level Nine Martial Artist like myself would be beaten so badly by Level Eight is just too much.
The Clown yelled on the Local Area Network, "Heal me A Bing!"
Hidden deep within the mist, the Heavenly King A Bing scattered Smiley Face Pollen, instantly restoring everyone's health and mana to full.
The old man from the Night Clan grew increasingly grim.
He noticed that Brother Devour was getting more and more energetic as the fight went on, with neither his stamina nor his health declining at all.
Is it a perpetual motion machine?
If this continues, they will all die here.
Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?
The Fog of War can confuse the five senses.
But those who come to help will definitely be Advanced Martial Artist, and they will adapt quickly.
Although there will still be some impact, it won't be significant; at least finding the battlefield shouldn't be a problem.
But after so long, the Night Clan elder hadn't seen a single person enter.
Furthermore, there were originally five Level Nine Martial Artist in the restricted area, but only three have arrived. Where did the other two go?
The elder of the Night Clan took a deep breath and silently prayed, "As soon as reinforcements arrive, the situation will immediately turn around. Now we just need to hold on for a little longer."
What he didn't know was that the reinforcements he was expecting were standing in neat rows on the streets outside the South District, waiting for an order that would never be given.
The Second Sister then walked into the fog.
They encountered many guards along the way, all of whom had recovered from their illnesses.
However, the Second Sister used the excuse that they were wounded to make them leave the South District together.
Wherever my Second Sister went, the sky cleared.
"Second Miss."
Two Level Nine Martial Artist appeared from the mist not far away. They were both Blazing Sun Clan and immediately bowed to their Second Sister upon seeing her.
They were also affected to some extent by the Plague Pollen.
However, due to their high cultivation level, the negative effects have almost disappeared; they are only still a little out of breath.
The Second Sister nodded slightly. "What's the situation here now?"
The two were equally confused, and they quickly explained what they knew.
"Something unusual happened at the Northern Heaven Gate. We were just about to go check it out when the fog rolled in."
"This fog can confuse one's five senses; we were initially disoriented, but we got used to it after a while."
"But there's poison in this fog, though not very toxic; we've eliminated about 70-80% of it."
"We're heading to the Northern Heaven Gate now; someone must have broken in."
The Second Sister said calmly, " The Night Clan elder neglected his post tonight, which led to this incident."
"He has already gone to the Northern Heaven Gate, but the situation inside is still unclear. You are also injured, so you should retreat first."
The two immediately understood what their Second Sister meant.
This is the Night Clan's fault; their Blazing Sun Clan shouldn't take the blame, much less risk it.
Regardless of the final outcome, the Night Clan bears full responsibility.
"Second Miss, would you like to come out with us?"
They were touched that their Second Sister had come to see them.
"You all go out first. I'll find the rest of my people and then we'll meet up."
The guard force of the restricted area consists of three races: the Night Clan, the Cloud Clan, and the Blazing Sun Clan.
The Blazing Sun Clan and the Cloud Clan each sent two Level Nine Martial Artist.
The Night Clan consists of one Level Nine and one Peak of Level Nine.
Upon hearing this, one of them immediately expressed his determination. "We're with you."
The Second Sister shook her head. "The entire Black Market is in chaos right now. Someone needs to stabilize the situation outside. It's up to you."
Without giving it much thought, the two resolutely carried out their Second Sister's orders.
"Second Miss, we understand."
After the two left, the Second Sister continued her journey towards the Northern Heaven Gate.
At the same time, Qin Ze was still relentlessly pressing down on Northern Heaven Gate.
Such a crucial door can be opened with just three drops of blood; the design seems far too hasty.
Qin Ze couldn't think of anything else at this point; the door had to be closed.
Bai Bai, who was standing guard by the door, was caught in a terrible dilemma.
"Am I the thorn, or not?"
It's a thorn in my side; I can't get over that hurdle in my heart.
But no, the buffet restaurant was right in front of it, and it was truly hungry.
Qin Ze, carrying Miss Sword Case, slammed it heavily against the Heaven Gate.
With a loud "boom," the Heaven Gate suddenly dropped a section, and even the light that had been spilling out dimmed considerably.
"There's hope."
Golden Divine Markings spread from Qin Ze's wrist, quickly covering Miss Sword Case.
"Eighty, eighty, eighty... Done!"
With a final, powerful blow, the Northern Heaven Gate was completely returned to its original position.
The moment the Northern Heaven Gate, all the strange phenomena in the Abyss vanished.
The Captain, standing Outpost City of the Sea of Glaze, breathed a sigh of relief.
If so many Strange God were released from the Chaos Egg at once, the entire Sea of Glaze would cease to exist.
The Flying Circus Man didn't even have a chance to weigh anchor and set sail again.
After Qin Ze closed the Northern Heaven Gate, he reverted to his beast form.
He glanced at Bai Bai, who was sighing incessantly, and asked, "Are you disappointed?"
Bai Bai kept shaking his head. "Foolish, foolish!"
You have no idea what a beautiful view is behind that door.
Qin Ze slung the Miss Sword Case over his shoulder again. "The scenery may be beautiful, but no one can afford the price."
He doesn't intend to let the Ancient Race continue this Myriad Races Grand Tournament.
Was this entrance always this big?
Bai Bai snapped out of his daze and said, "No, back then, the entrance was only about a third of what it is now."
Qin Ze understood.
It turned out that the entrance had been expanded too much, so Master Desolate had no choice but to install a door panel.
Qin Ze offered his arm for Bai Bai to jump on. "Let's go out first."
The ground was already a complete mess.
The moment Qin Ze resurfaced on the ground, he saw a fiery red figure standing in front of him.
"Second... Second Sister, good evening."