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Chapter 583 The alien race breaches the defenses, and Yama falls.

The army of ghost soldiers began to move again.

They formed small battle formations and marched forward.

Although the movement wasn't fast, it had an incredibly solid and substantial feel to it.

It resembles a giant, moving wall.

After a brief moment of surprise, the human warriors quickly accepted the fact and continued to fight the ghost army with their ancient treasures.

Meanwhile, the alien race was completely dumbfounded.

What does "food supplies delivered by the cooks" mean?
What does it mean that "livestock that were once kept in the Celestial Court have now been released back into the wild"?
The most powerful martial saint among the alien races, the muscular Martial Saint, visibly turned red. His already somewhat human-like, plump body immediately stood upright, and his roars echoed like thunder.

"How dare you! How dare you! You lowly ghost who has long since passed away, how dare you insult the great and noble Toyohashi clan as domesticated livestock!"

The Fengji Clan Martial Saint was trembling with rage, and his originally fair skin gradually turned red, clearly indicating that his blood and qi were circulating at an extremely rapid speed due to his burning anger.

After the Day Wanderer withstood Xiao Bao's claw attack, he quickly pulled away, his face showing disdain.

"Ha, plump muscles? Just plump pigs, you've given yourselves a rather elegant name."

The Night Wanderer let out a disdainful sneer, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"They are nothing but livestock, filthy beings that feed mortals and spirit beasts, yet they dare to call themselves a superior race. They are truly arrogant to the extreme! The cowards of the Celestial Court probably never dreamed that things would turn out like this today."

"When those hypocrites left back then, they said that you have become intelligent and that Heaven cherishes life, so you should not commit too much killing, otherwise you might be cursed."

"While you put on a righteous facade, in reality, to prevent the decline of human strength caused by your years of absorbing spiritual energy and having acquired some rudimentary power, you livestock are being sent to other planets where the spiritual veins have dried up, leaving you to fend for yourselves in the desolate lands."

"Now it seems that with the resurgence of spiritual energy and the beginning of a golden age for cultivation, it's those hypocrites who have overplayed their hand."

"By secretly learning a few rudimentary martial arts techniques from us, you have indeed achieved your current level of cultivation."

"Ha! How weak the human race is these days! They actually let mere food ride roughshod over them!"

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A strange martial saint, with two horns on his head and resembling a wild bull, roared to the sky.

Spiral blades coiled around a pair of bull horns, scorching steam billowed from its nostrils, and its four hooves pounded heavily on the ground as it rumbled toward the Sun God like a train.

A look of disgust appeared on Xiao Bao's face.

Without turning its head, it merely shifted its body slightly, and the Savage Bull Martial Saint charged forward as if a mountain had collapsed.

The Night Wanderer looked disdainful.

With a casual strike, he effortlessly sent the Martial Bull flying, even breaking off one of its domineering horns. The bull lay on the ground, its life hanging in the balance, dark red blood gushing from its mouth and nose.

"How could my race possibly be food for humans?"

"Humans are so weak and feeble, they didn't even have a martial arts inheritance when spiritual energy was reviving, and they were completely ignorant of other methods. How could this be! How could this be!"

"It must be that ghost deceiving us, trying to destroy our Dao heart. We must not fall for it!"

"It's fake, it's all fake, it must be fake!"

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"Kill it! Kill this rude thing!"

The soul is ignited, and the blood and energy are burning.

Near-suicidal charges continued to occur as the alien martial saints' faces turned crazed.

There is only one goal.

That is to completely kill the day-roaming god who "insulted" them here.

However, the two sides were too far apart and had just been blocked by the advancing ghost soldiers, so they could only be trapped in the vast ocean of ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers and fight against this elite force of the underworld.

With the alien martial saints unleashing their power one after another, the human martial saints gradually found that the pressure on them was greatly reduced.

The previously perilous situation suddenly became much easier, and there was even room to observe the battle.

"A beast is a beast. Even if it has learned a little bit of the martial arts techniques, it will still be like trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog instead."

The Night Wanderer mocked without hesitation, brandishing his long sword and slashing down the charging Bull Martial Saint.

"If you can gain power, then it seems that the human race is truly useless now. You might as well hand over the mortal realm to us for rule. We can personally lead our elite army to completely wipe out those self-proclaimed superior beasts."

"You unfilial descendants, if you don't present the ancestral land of Blue Star now, when will you?"

"When the Great Emperor ascends to the supreme position, he will spare you from the suffering of having your minds erased by the Soul Devouring Secret Technique and being turned into flesh and blood puppets. He will grant you the position of servants to stand on both sides and share the glory of the underworld."

Upon hearing the words of the Sun Wanderer, and seeing that the alien martial saints who had once caused great harm to the human race on the battlefield were all acting like madmen, each of them fighting without regard for their own lives, attacking wildly and not defending at all.

Such a fierce attack actually slowed down the advance of the ghost soldiers, causing the battlefield to gradually become stalemate.

The many martial saints of the human race looked at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, they finally had the opportunity and time to carefully consider what the Day and Night Wanderer had just said.

The information it contains is quite astonishing!
A profound shock was evident on their faces.

In ancient times, were the alien races really livestock kept by the Celestial Court?

Used to feed spirit beasts, mortals, and low-level cultivators who cannot abstain from grains.
It seems that Mr. Lu's analysis was correct.

These alien races are not hiding ferocious beasts that have never appeared; rather, they do not possess any ferocious beasts at all.

These were simply poultry and livestock such as chickens, ducks, and cattle raised by humans in ancient times for meat consumption.

Therefore, the emergence of spiritual food and spiritual chefs, in a sense, helped the human race on Earth regain the achievements of ancient times.

They feed on other species to grow themselves.

However, there is still one thing that is unclear.

Given their origins, why do these alien races possess deadly toxins that can kill humans?

How did those cultivation systems and powerful individuals that appeared as early as the initial stage of the spiritual energy revival, as well as those new technologies that keep popping up, come about?
Gris knew this, but he clearly didn't intend to tell them. Instead, he directly joined Lu Wenwu's battle against the three Yama Kings.

While fighting Yanluo, Lu Wenwu managed to get a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He quickly understood the cause and effect.

Do not ask.

The answer is that it was done by the true henchmen of evil.

It just so happens that Gris arrived more than three hundred years earlier and had been planning for more than three hundred years.

It seems that all of this was done by him alone.

For the human race, who have only recently embarked on the path of cultivation, the gap in technological accumulation is like an insurmountable chasm.

Trying to break the powerful toxin that could severely injure even a god-level expert who had only scratched the surface of the laws is a completely impossible path.

At least the humans in this world are not.

But for people from outside, especially Lu Wenwu from the Divine Alliance and Gris from the True Demon camp, this was almost an easy task.

After all, in the outside world, cultivation systems are diverse and various wondrous methods are constantly emerging.

Compared to the martial arts here, which are inherited from the ancient immortal path but are only vaguely similar, this is far superior. Reflected in the minds of both humans and alien races, this is indeed a kind of dimensional reduction attack, something that has never been heard of before.

However, neither Gris nor Lu Wenwu has any intention of explaining to either side.

With Gris joining the battle midway through, the fight between one against one against three has reached a fever pitch, with the tactics becoming increasingly fierce.

"Death!"

Lu Wenwu roared and stomped his right leg down hard, shattering the bricks and stones used for burning paper money in the underworld into dust.

With the release of the Floating Light and Fleeting Shadow Immortal Technique, the towering half-dragon, half-human figure soared into the sky, withstanding the countless spear shadows thrust out by the Wheel King. Merit flickered in his fist, and golden light shone forth.

Crimson soul flames ignited in Gris's eye sockets, and a crimson skull totem appeared on the black crystal shield on his left arm.

A flash of black light deflected the bone-corroding arrow shot by King Qin Guang, embedding it into the crown of King Yama, the King of Hell.

The slightly damaged, ancient crown exploded in the air into glowing green phosphorescent flames, bursting apart and making Yama, the King of Hell, look disheveled and like a vengeful ghost, even more repulsive.

The power that Lu Wenwu unleashed in his rage was immense.

After entering the form of the demonic dragon, the three Yama Kings, who had been severely injured and had not recovered even after millions of years of recuperation, were already showing signs of being outmatched.

With Gris joining the fray, the balance of the battle quickly tipped to one side.

The three Netherworld Kings are in dire straits.

Millions of years ago, when they buried themselves in the Ghost City of Fengdu and awaited their resurrection, they never imagined that they would face such a powerful opponent after their resurrection.

This is no less than that of the Dao-Merging Immortal Venerable of yesteryear!

He was a Dao-Merging Immortal Venerable from when Heaven and Earth were still in perfect harmony!
Even if they barely crossed that threshold of combat power, they were still not comparable to those whose combat power had dropped significantly after the great changes in the world.

It's still quite easy for them to bully those among the Martial Saints who aren't adept at wielding the power of laws.

However, they were no match for terrifying beings like Lu Wenwu and Gris, who were raised from among billions of living beings.

At this moment, King Qin Guang and King Zhuanlun were sweating profusely, and they were inwardly groaning.

Such unparalleled combat power would have made them a renowned force even in ancient times, deserving a place in the celestial court, the underworld, and even among the demon race.

Why had I never heard of this before?

And there were two of them!

"Your Excellency Skeleton, who died alongside us, why are you here aiding and abetting evil, hindering our grand plan of unification?"

Yama's pale face and cold expression, his dark lips slightly parted, and his moves remained as fierce as ever.

"Though we are not from the same sect, we are closer than fellow disciples. We are born of the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"

"Why don't you join my Underworld lineage? When the world returns to the netherworld, you can choose any one of the Ten Kings of Hell."

"If not, the Lord of Mount Tai will also be acceptable!"

"Keep dreaming! A bunch of outdated old fogies."

Gris showed no mercy and passionately launched into a speech.

As the flame of his soul flickered, a disdainful emotion arose arrogantly, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Mount Tai on this Blue Star has long since collapsed, what use am I as the Lord of Mount Tai!"

"Blue Star is based on the Kunlun ancestral lineage of immortals, and has established a system of incense offerings and divine authority to bestow titles upon the earth deities. Even if you eventually gain power, do you have the guts to dismantle the Kunlun ancestral lineage?"

"Mount Tai has collapsed?" Yama frowned slightly. "Once the Great Emperor fully recovers and returns, a new path can be established. With the entire world at your disposal, why do you worry about not having a high enough position to sit on?"

"Fuck you! A bunch of ignorant natives, what good is it to be kings and tyrants in this dead realm! You think you're worthy of recruiting me as your general?"

Gris retorted directly, unleashing a torrent of sword intent in his hand.

"The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, the Lord of Mount Tai, the Ten Kings of Hell? Ha! A bunch of fools! You really don't know what these titles mean. With your lowly cultivation, how dare you call yourselves such? Can your humble status bear such titles?"

Gris's statement was not entirely unfounded.

In a world without supernatural powers, names can be as cool as they want; it doesn't really matter.

In a world where true supernatural powers reside, titles are entities that truly embody immense power and are deeply intertwined with cause and effect.

To inherit its name is to inherit its cause and effect.

The demon's true name is the most classic one.

To give a more interesting example, if a true powerful being in the underworld promised, "Those who chant my true name will attain immortality in the cycle of reincarnation," then that promise would certainly come true.

However, every coin has two sides.

If one lacks the strength, one might claim the title of a powerful deity.

When one suffers the consequences of karma, the outcome is usually not good.

The once mighty Underworld, which could rival the Celestial Court in ancient times, has fallen to its current state of being small and insignificant. It's hard to say that there isn't some karmic backlash at play at play.

After being rejected by Gris, he was further insulted with vulgar language, and Yama's face became even more gloomy.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, he became even more ruthless, causing the flame of civilization to burn even more fiercely once again.

The million-mile-long Styx River, summoned by Yama and his allies, surged with towering waves. The shrieks emitted by the vengeful spirits that drifted from King Qin Guang's Mirror of Karma when Lu Wenwu crushed them with his bare hands caused countless red spider lilies to instantly turn deathly pale.

Gris raised his shield to block, but the flawless black crystal shield was eroded by the Yellow Spring, which was infused with the power of the laws, and suddenly shattered.

The black crystal fragments swept backward like a meteor shower, but in the instant of shattering, they swept back, tearing through the heavy black iron armor of the Wheel King who was trying to raise his spear.

Gris himself was struck in the shoulder by the seal in the hand of Yama, causing him to stagger.

"King of the Wheels!"

Lu Wenwu's eyes snapped open, and his arm muscles suddenly burst forth with intense lightning.

When the ten fingers forcefully tore open the Xuanming Barrier set up by the Yellow Springs Water, some cracks had already appeared on the Mirror of Karma reflecting the sky.

He has arrived before the Wheel-Turning King!
The Mirror of Retribution is damaged and cannot be rescued for the time being.

King Yama's heart tightened, and he immediately abandoned his pursuit of Gris. In an instant, he flashed back and headed to rescue the severely injured King Yama.

In an instant, lightning burst forth.

The ear-piercing roar almost completely enveloped the heavens and earth, and everyone present felt a moment of disorientation and deafness, and the world was silent.

Lightning roamed across the scorched, melted ground, and the shattered fragments of black crystal reflected the astonished face of Yama, the King of Hell.

In an instant, he felt as if the sky had suddenly brightened.

Lu Wenwu's Great Sun Overlord Fist was like the rising sun, completely covering his vision.

Heavenly fire, thunder, and dark purple lightning surged and burned against the Yama King's Soul-Locking Chains. The boundless power unleashed by the Great Sun Overlord Fist struck the Yama King's head, which was filled with regret and remorse, causing the upper half of his body to explode.

In his final moments, Yama, the King of Hell, had only one thought in his mind.

It turns out that from beginning to end, this guy's only target was me.
He was then buried again after he had just climbed out of the grave.

Yama, the King of Hell, has fallen.

(End of this chapter)