Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

The high priest raised his skull scepter high, black energy surging around him, and faint wailing could be heard in the wind as his aura rose steadily.

Almost simultaneously, the clan leader, who had been silent all along, let out a deep roar, and a savage, violent aura of blood surged into the sky. The Fourth Elder silently raised the bone staff in his hand, aiming it at He Wushuang.

Yi Tianxing and the other two also erupted at the same time.

Six terrifying pressures collided violently above the altar, sending visible ripples of distortion through the air. Wherever they passed, objects around the altar were reduced to dust, and roof tiles of distant houses were blown off.

Even though Shen Zhen and the others had already retreated to the edge, they were still shaken back by the shockwave, feeling a tightness in their chests and almost vomiting blood.

The power of the sixth rank is about to be unleashed!

"A clash of titans of sixth-order power," Ye Zhi Qiu murmured. Zhao Huai Jin gripped his longsword tightly, his eyes filled with shock.

Chen Xi supported Shen Zhen, her eyes filled with worry, "Can your master and the others... win?"

Shen Zhen stared at the six people facing off in the arena and slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

The outcome of this battle is unpredictable.

Yi Tianxing and his two companions had raised the battlefield to a height of 100 meters, isolating Shen Zhen and the others. Even so, the aftershocks of the battle still occasionally struck the ground, sending debris flying.

The high priest struck first, his scepter slashing down, black smoke transforming into a giant skeletal claw, carrying a malevolent aura that corroded all things, as it lunged down at Yi Tianxing's head.

Yi Tianxing neither dodged nor evaded, his longsword unleashing a dazzling golden sword light as it charged straight towards the ghost claw.

The golden sword light collided with the skeletal claws, unleashing a blinding light.

He Wushuang slightly spread the five fingers of his right hand, aimed at the four elders and the shaman, and gently shook them.

The air around the Fourth Elder and the Shaman instantly froze. Countless sharp-edged, rapidly spinning ice mirrors reflected his figure and aura, not only sealing off all their escape routes but also distorting their perception of reality.

Facing the illusory totem that the clan leader was smashing down on, Zhao Yi shouted:

"kill!"

He swung his broadsword forward without any fancy moves, the blade light condensing like a bolt of lightning cleaving through chaos, domineering and fierce to the extreme, striking the core of the phantom's power flow.

"Snap!"

The phantom shattered upon impact, but Zhao Yi's expression changed drastically. An overwhelming force surged through the blade, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and his entire arm to tremble uncontrollably.

He staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a hidden loss.

"Uncle Zhao!" Zhao Huaijin exclaimed in surprise when he saw Zhao Yi injured.

High in the sky, a chaotic battle raged between six ranks, and the fight was already a life-or-death struggle from the very first exchange.

Shen Zhen and the others could only watch from afar, unable to intervene at all. This level of combat was beyond their capabilities.

The battle situation in the sky can change in an instant.

He Wushuang's movements were as graceful as an immortal, and his attacks were swift and fierce. He did not confront the clan leader head-on, but instead used his exquisite mental power to trap the elusive Fourth Elder and the shaman Garlo within him.

The two were like people trapped in an icy maze, struggling to cope.

"break!"

He Wushuang pointed his fingers like a sword, and a highly refined ice crystal wind blade skillfully passed through the blind spot of the ice mirror's refraction, appearing silently in the back of the witch doctor Garro.

Although the shaman was startled and hastily used his bone staff to block, he was still invaded by the extremely cold mental power. He groaned, lost control of his body, and fell straight down from a height of 100 meters.

"Gallo!" The high priest tried to come to the rescue, but was forced back by Yi Tianxing's magnificent sword light.

On the other side, after Zhao Yi suffered a loss in his head-on clash with the clan leader, the clan leader pressed his advantage, his wild blood energy becoming even more violent. With each swing of his fists, totem phantoms crashed down one after another, each strike carrying the immense power to shatter mountains and break peaks.

Yi Tianxing glanced around and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Zhao, let's switch places!"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Tianxing moved like lightning, instantly passing Zhao Yi. He brandished his longsword, deflecting all of the clan leader's ferocious attacks and firmly binding him.

Taking advantage of this opening, Zhao Yi suppressed his surging blood and qi, brandished his broadsword, and charged straight at the sinister high priest with a fierce and domineering aura.

The shaman Garro slammed heavily onto the edge of the altar. He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. His aura was much weaker than before. He Wushuang's attack had caused him serious internal injuries.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that Shen Zhen, Mo Rigen and more than a dozen others, as well as Ye Zhi Qiu, Zhao Huai Jin and others who had just gathered, had already surrounded him.

Their eyes were filled with hatred, anger, and murderous intent.

"Gallo! Prepare to die!"

Morigen's eyes were bloodshot, old and new grudges surging in his heart. He was the first to charge forward with his sword drawn. The warriors of the Lie Ri Lan tribe behind him roared and followed.

Although the shaman was injured, he still possessed the foundation of a late-stage second-tier peak cultivator. He slammed his bone staff into the ground, unleashing a ring of black energy that sent the first few who rushed forward staggering backward.

"A bunch of ignorant ants." He chuckled hoarsely, straightening his body by leaning on his bone staff. His gaze swept over the crowd, as if he were looking at a group of livestock destined to become sacrifices, with a condescending pity and mockery.

"Even if I'm injured, I'll still deal with you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his staff, and a black aura shot towards a less crowded area on the side. He was actually planning to create chaos and find an opportunity to break through.

However, he was injured by He Wushuang, and his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth. The black aura was fast, but it was blocked by the combined efforts of everyone, and he was surrounded again in the blink of an eye.

Shen Zhen did not rush forward; he calmly observed the situation.

The shaman blocked the fierce attacks of Morigen and the others. The black energy in his bone staff surged chaotically, as if he wanted to desperately cast some kind of evil spell, but his injuries made it difficult to gather.

Just as the power was about to dissipate out of control, Shen Zhen froze. He caught a faint but terrifying aura that sent shivers down his spine.

This aura...!

Four years ago, in Chiyang County, at the scene where his mother, Lin Wanru, sacrificed herself, he had felt it!

Although it was only a fleeting moment, he would never forget the lingering sense of pollution that was etched into his very bones!

Shen Zhen's pupils contracted sharply, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. He took a sudden step forward, his voice trembling violently with extreme excitement and suppressed emotion:

"Gallo! Were you present during the mutant riots in Crimson Sun County four years ago?!"

The shaman, who had just repelled a warrior from the Blazing Sun Orchid Sect with his staff, paused slightly upon hearing this. He glanced at Shen Zhen, a hint of impatience flashing across his pale face, which quickly turned into a mocking smile:

"Four years ago? Chiyang County?" He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Heh... Ants always like to dwell on meaningless past events. We, walking through this world, spread divine grace and purify polluted places countless times. Who would care about some 'grand ceremony' where the dust has settled?"

He paused, his gaze lingering on Shen Zhen's face for a moment, as if trying to discern something, before a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"However... since you, an ant, are so persistent, I might as well tell you."

He deliberately drew out his words, as if sharing a sacred secret, his tone carrying the twisted pleasure unique to fanatics:

"If we're talking about that natural disaster, while we weren't the instigators, we certainly added fuel to the fire, making that 'purification' spread faster and more thoroughly."

His tone was light and airy, as if he were discussing a sacred ritual.

"What? You have relatives... who were fortunate enough to participate in that great purification?"

"Lin Wanru!" Shen Zhen clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, and she practically squeezed out the name through clenched teeth.

"Lady Lin Wanru of the Temple of Peace! Does her death have anything to do with you?!"

"Lin Wanru?" The shaman Garlo tilted his head, feigning thought, then revealed a cruel expression of sudden realization, a smile tinged with condescending mockery.

"Oh... that fourth-tier female Spirit Master? A fool trying to stop a torrent with the power of an ant?"

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said slowly:

"Dead is dead... The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, is the ultimate truth of the world, and also the law manifested by our God? For her to become an insignificant part of our great plan is already... an immense blessing."

"You!" Shen Zhen trembled violently, his mother's last image flashing before his eyes. Boundless anger and grief surged up like a tide, almost overwhelming his reason.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to pounce on the other person and tear them to pieces. His chest heaved violently, and his voice was icy cold as he continued to press:

"Besides the 'Guide'...do you also have a 'Divine Child' or a 'Divine Messenger' as your superior?"

A violent energy explosion came from high above, followed by a flash of golden light that illuminated the shaman's deep, fanatical face.