sculpted.Eyes like the sun and moon revolving, seeing through the vastness of all ages....There is endless vicissitudes within, like having gone through ten thousand battles. ...Three Thousand Gods e...In the Tianmu Great State, a world-shaking battle is about to erupt on the vast and desolate plains.

Looking around, all you see are countless creatures, like an ant colony, covering the land.

The Five Pulse Clan doesn't have many beings, only over 200,000.

But on each creature's face, there was a cruel sneer.

That was a cruel expression, the look of one who sees prey.

This battle was nothing more than a massacre to them.

As for the fate of the slave race on the side of the alliance.

Although the number of creatures was dozens of times more than that of the Five Pulse Royal Army.

But many creatures are anxious and worried.

Even the tribal chiefs of all tribes were pale as paper, feeling anxious and uneasy.

At first glance, the battlefield seemed to show that the Destiny Alliance's army was almost completely encircling the Five Veins Royal Clan's forces.

But it was actually the Five Pulse Royal Clan's army, who had surrounded the Fate Alliance's army.

Because the two sides' combat power are not on the same level at all.

On the side of the Five Pulse Royal Clan, five figures appeared in mid-air.

He was none other than a talented young master from the Five Pulse Royal Clan.

Among them is the Blood Spirit Saintess.

Her gaze swept over the Fate Alliance, her eyes holding a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

In her eyes, millions of slaves were nothing but fish on a chopping board.

But she still let out a cold snort.

Where is your Mahatma Let him come out!

On the side of Destiny's Alliance.

Tuoba Yu and Tuoba Lan left with others.

Tuoba Yu looked at the army of the Five Pulse Royal Clans, his brows furrowed.

"Seven days have passed. How have you considered the matter" The Blood Spirit Saintess said nonchalantly.

"Impossible." Tuoba Yu said resolutely.

He also had a vague hunch.

Even if they surrender, they are unlikely to have a good outcome.

"Alas, the benevolence of the Imperial Son seems to be superfluous after all," Blood Spirit Saintess sighed softly.

"I told you so, why not just kill them all directly" The Heaven's Pride of the Dao Arm Asura clan let out a cold snort, radiating killing intent.

Hearing what they were saying, Tuo Ba Yu and some tribal leaders on this side had their pupils contract slightly.

They know exactly what this name represents.

That is the name given to the peerless geniuses of the Immortal Emperor Clan!

The bigwig behind these Five Veins Royal Families, is actually an Imperial Son!

This caused the faces of a group of slave clan chieftains to change drastically.

The Undying Clan was, in their eyes, no different from gods.

Seeing the reactions of these people, a hint of mockery flashed in Xue Ling Sheng Nü's eyes, and then she said.

"Your refusal to yield doesn't mean others share your sentiment. Now, you still have a chance." The Blood Spirit Saintess said with a seductive smile.

That look was just like watching a show.

I have to admit, they're still pretty crafty.

Even in times of war, they still try to sow discord.

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Yu remained silent.

He also just wanted to test who was absolutely loyal and devout to the gods of fate and creation.

And who, is muddying the waters.

Suddenly, the chieftain of the Qi clan shouted, “I surrender!”

"Clan Chief Qi Lan, you!" Tuoba Lan glared at him with anger in her beautiful eyes.

"Sister, please stop." Tubaba Yu waved his hand, his eyes cold as he stared at the chieftain of the Qilán tribe.

He led the entire Qilán clan to surrender.

It was clearly prearranged.

"Even my Birdman clan is willing to surrender," another chieftain called out.

Subsequently, various tribal chiefs of the slave race surrendered one after another.

Finally, there were hundreds of branches of the Nuzu tribe, a total of a million Nuzu beings who surrendered!

Suddenly, the Destiny Alliance's strength was severely weakened once again.

"Hee hee, interesting. Your so-called faith is rather fragile, isn't it"

"What a fate for the God of Creation, to now seem like just a worshipped clown."

The Blood Spirit Saintess scoffed and sneered openly.

"God cannot be insulted!"

Tuoba Yu's eyebrows shot up, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Is the God of Destiny and Creation, who changed his fate.

He grew from a humble slave boy to the revered saintly hero he is today, admired by thousands.

He does not allow anyone to insult fate and the God of Creation.

"Kill!"

With a single order from Tuoba Yu,

The remaining slave army roared out, charging.

Their faith, unshakeable and unwavering, even transcending life and death, so they feared nothing.

"A laughable ant, trying to stop a carriage with your arms. The Imperial Son's task must be accomplished." Blood Spirit Saintess narrowed her beautiful eyes.

As long as I can please the Divine Son of Devouring, even if it's just to be his concubine.

It's all to her benefit.

The entire Blood Spirit Royal Clan would benefit from this.

The Five Pulse Royal Clans' united army also made a move, vast and powerful.

Though their numbers were fewer than the Zerg Alliance, each warrior possessed terrifying power.

Quickly, just a few rounds of charging.

On the side of the slave tribe, over ten thousand people were killed and injured.

Many slavic creatures were wailing as they fell to the blood-soaked ground.

The high-ranking figures of the Royal Clan, such as those at the Xuanzun and Shenzun levels, haven't made a move yet.

Otherwise, casualties could be even more horrific.

"In this situation, it seems like the battle can be resolved in a day." The arrogant son of the Knife-Armed Asura Clan smirked coldly.

Until all the slave creatures of this place are exterminated.

The God-Devouring Prince could utilize the blood energy of thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits to refine his divine weapon, the God-Devouring Ring.

"The matter is done, and our Five Pulses Royal Clans can all ascend together." The young genius of the Qinggui Royal Clan showed a cruel smile.

In their view.

These millions and tens of millions of beings, the only value they have is to allow their entire clans to ascend.

As the war progressed.

Hundreds of thousands of slave race beings have already fallen.

A somber atmosphere hung heavy.

"Oh, great Destinies and Creators of All, please hear our plea! Save us!"

"Oh Great Deity, I pray to you!"

At the back, some elderly and weak people from the enslaved tribe were praying with red eyes.

Their husbands and sons lay in a pool of blood.

Each and every slave's eyes were filled with despair.

"Why, why is this happening"

Tuoba Lan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her expression full of sorrow.

Could the alliance of fate they had so painstakingly built now be on the verge of collapse

Tuoba Yu also clenched his fists tightly.

He, despite having the cultivation of a Saint Lord.

But facing this level of combat, it was still powerless.

Not to mention the true bigwigs among the royal family, powerhouses at the Xuanzun and Shenzun levels have yet to make their move.

Behind him stood a figure even more terrifying, an imperial son.

Now, Tuo Ba Yu has no other recourse but to pray to fate and the God of Creation.

Just when the entire battle situation was showing a one-sided massacre.

Suddenly, two figures tore through the void, emerging from within.

A figure with a ghostly mask and dressed in white.

A woman with a long dress shrouded in smoke, her face covered by a light veil.

It is precisely Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling.

Lo Xiangling's face was covered by a light veil.

Because she was too beautiful, she attracted attention wherever she went, so she wore a veil to block the gazes.

"Stop."

A cold voice, came from Jun Xiaoyao's mouth.

As if imbued with a strange magic, it seeped into one's very soul.

The entire battlefield, instantly fell silent.

The eyes of Xue Ling Shengnu and the others immediately fell upon Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling.

They both remained restrained, concealing their aura entirely.

"Who are you" the Blood Spirit Saintess and other royal geniuses frowned slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao did not immediately look at them.

Instead, he looked at the Chiran race and Birdman tribe, who had betrayed the Destiny Alliance and turned their swords on their own people.

“A traitor is more loathsome than an enemy.”

Jun Xiaoyao slowly raised his hand, and then snapped his fingers.

The rebellious tribes, such as the Qilan Clan and the Birdman Clan, number in the millions.

In an instant, the physical body burst into pieces, turning to ashes!

This move instantly plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence!ddha inheritor stood still, his face etched with despair.With a poof.He was slapped into a blood mist by Jun Xiaoyao.Who could imagine.Just a moment ago, these prodigies were still arguing about who w...