Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2160 Prelude to the Final Battle
He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Although those two races no longer have Immortal Kings in charge, they must still have powerful figures from both races ready for battle. I will personally lead the army in an attack to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Brother Wen Rong is indeed very thoughtful." Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded, and the void at the edge seemed to tremble.

A burly man slowly walked out. His shoulders were like iron mountains, and his steps were heavy, each step causing the void to hum.

He was dragging a heavy chain in his hand, and at the other end of the chain was a ragged, dying girl.

"Greetings, Lord Meng!" Upon seeing this, the powerful figures from all the heavens nodded in greeting.

This burly man was none other than Meng Xuanda, the chieftain of the Bear Clan.

The Bear Clan was not originally native to the Underworld, but a powerful ancient clan from the heavens. Later, a strange change occurred when Meng Xuanda's second brother, Meng Yinxiang, led his clan to surrender to the Underworld and pledge allegiance to the Fengdu Emperor. This is how the Bear Clan came to be one of the three clans in the Underworld.

Meng Xuan looked around and said in a gruff voice, "The Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun Mountain has led the six female immortal kings of Kunlun to attack the Asura Clan. As for the Chakravartin, Yama Clan, and Witch Clan, those three clans are located close to each other. Marshal Dangmo, Lord Gouchen, and Yisheng are the three great leaders who will lead the troops to besiege them. If these three clans are destroyed, the underworld will be doomed."

His voice was thunderous, powerful and resonant, carrying the fierce spirit unique to the Bear Clan.

Blood Sorrow Heavenly King frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled: "The Asura Clan? This clan is weak in battle. I heard that only two Immortal Kings are stationed here, one of whom is trapped in the Qiyuan Realm and his fate is unknown. For the Queen Mother of the West, a powerful Immortal Venerable, to attack the Asura Clan is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

The Queen Mother of the West, the ruler of Kunlun, is a celestial being, almost at the pinnacle of all heavens. It does seem like a waste of her talents for her to personally take action.

Meng Xuanda shook his head, his expression solemn: "You don't understand. Although the Asura clan appears weak, they actually possess immense potential. If given a chance to recover, they could truly grow stronger and might not be weaker than the three upper clans. They will undoubtedly become a great threat in the future. It is only prudent for the Queen Mother of the West to take action. Moreover..."

At this point, a hint of curiosity flashed in Meng Xuan's eyes, "It seems that the Asura clan has something that the Queen Mother of the West wants."

The Blood Sorrow Heavenly King nodded, then smiled and asked, "I wonder what your plans are, Lord Meng?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xuanda lifted the iron chain with one hand, causing the girl to stumble and fall.

His eyes were piercing, and his voice boomed: "Of course I must settle accounts with the traitors of the Bear Clan. Those wicked creatures who call themselves the Bear Clan of the Underworld have forgotten their own roots. If I do not personally wipe them out, how can I wash away the shame of my clan's betrayal?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenrong's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with a hint of teasing: "Heh... Meng Jun, you'd better be careful. Your second brother is much stronger than you. Back then, when he defected, he commanded a hundred followers. I don't even know which of you two is the clan leader. If you make a rash move, you might end up drowning in a ditch."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xuanda's face turned ashen, his blood surged, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

But instead of immediately flying into a rage, he suddenly yanked on the iron chain in his hand.

"what!"

The girl screamed and was dragged to the ground, rolling around. Blood seeped from her wrists, but she still bit her lip tightly, refusing to let out a second cry.

Meng Xuanda grinned cruelly and said in a cold voice, "Brother Wen Rong, you are wrong. How could I act rashly? I still hold his weakness in my hands."

He suddenly lifted the girl up, suspending her in mid-air like a prey.

"His most beloved daughter is in my hands. Even if she has the potential to be a genius, she can only surrender to me!"

The Blood Sorrow King smiled broadly, his eyes alluring and fiery: "I admire your ruthless methods, and I wouldn't mind lending a hand if you need any assistance."

After thinking for a moment, the Boundless Heavenly King said, "If we calculate it this way, then the Demon Clan is the only one left that no one can deal with."

The Blood Sorrow Heavenly King stretched slightly, his voice leisurely yet tinged with contempt, "What's there to fear about the Demon Race? Although they are known as one of the three upper races, they are the weakest. According to rumors, their strongest is merely a Celestial Lord."

“Seven Immortal Lords is no small number.” Boundless Heavenly King remained cautious. Blood Sorrow Heavenly King said nonchalantly, “What are you worried about? If we few Immortal Kings can’t handle seven Immortal Lords, then someone else can.”

Just then, the void suddenly trembled.

A golden light pierced through the air and instantly enveloped the entire hall. The oppressive force surged like a tidal wave, making everyone's hearts sink, as if the sky were pressing down on them.

"It's him!" Everyone stood up respectfully.

A man slowly entered, dressed in a long black and gold robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He carried an ancient longsword on his back. His aura was restrained, yet omnipresent, as if the world was determined by him.

"Greetings, Great Venerable Xuanyuan!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Xuanyuan Dazun, whose status is second only to the Lord of the Holy Court, is a powerful Immortal Venerable. He and the Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun Mountain are Ying Tian's right-hand men and the strongest support for Ying Tian's unification of the heavens.

Xuanyuan Dazun surveyed his surroundings, his expression calm, but his voice carried an undeniable sharpness: "The Demon Race is nothing to worry about; the real enemy is the Brahma Race."

A simple sentence, like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly stirred up a huge wave.

Xuanyuan Dazun's gaze was deep as he slowly said, "The Brahma Clan's foundation is no less than that of the nine clans of the Underworld combined. They are our greatest threat. You should all have heard of their name."

Many people nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

"First, eliminate the nine clans, then join forces with the Queen Mother of the West and Marshal Dwarf to annihilate the Brahma Clan!"

Xuanyuan Dazun's words excited everyone. Could it be that the great feat of conquering the underworld and unifying the world would really be accomplished in their generation?
The moment the words left his mouth, the void roared and the galaxy twisted.

A colossal starship descended slowly, like a star itself.

Its shadow enveloped the entire Netherworld, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

Above the warship, nine layers of radiance converged into sacred runes, radiating an overwhelming pressure.

In an instant, everyone in the hall knelt down. Whether they were proud Immortal Kings, noble Immortal Lords, or even Immortal Venerables, they shouted in unison like a tidal wave: "Greetings to Ying Tian!"

On the warship, a blurry golden figure exuded transcendent majesty, its eyes seemingly reflecting the entire starry universe.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly raised his hand, his voice like a decree from the heavens, resounding throughout the universe: "Xuanyuan, the three kings, attack the demon race first, fight quickly and finish the battle as soon as possible, and join forces as soon as possible."

These few words, falling into everyone's ears, were like an imperial edict descending from the heavens, leaving no room for doubt.

"As ordered!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens.

Immediately, war drums thundered, and the starship fleet turned its bows in unison. Countless celestial arrays lit up simultaneously, resembling an inverted Milky Way hanging directly towards the depths of the underworld.

The spears of the heavenly armies finally locked onto the third star defense line of the underworld.

The war is about to reach its climax.