Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

boom!

As he finished speaking...

A terrifying pressure, surpassing even the peak of the Primordial Chaos Realm, crashed down on the army formation below, as solid as a hundred thousand mountains.

Click.

The obsidian floor cracked instantly.

Tens of thousands of dark gold Suanni warriors let out a muffled groan in unison, their legs trembling violently, almost causing them to kneel on the ground.

Mingluo looked down at the ants struggling to hold on.

The mockery at the corners of his mouth grew even more pronounced.

He has absolute confidence in his abilities.

Peak of Hunyuan Realm?

No.

He, Ming Luo, is not just an ordinary peak-stage Hunyuan cultivator.

Having been tempered in the corpse pool of the Heavenly Sorrow Corpse Sect for countless years, he had completely fused his physical body with a trace of the incomplete Limitless Death Law.

His true combat strength has long since broken through the barrier of Hunyuan.

even.

Even if a true early-stage Limitless Realm expert were to descend, Ming Luo would dare to confront them head-on!

"Don't you know I'm at the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm?"

Mingluo sneered.

"A bunch of trash who haven't even reached the mid-stage of the Primordial Chaos realm dare to come and knock on the gates of Burial Bone Ridge?"

"They're simply courting death."

below.

On the front lines.

Jin Zhan gritted his teeth.

The primordial essence of the early stage of Hunyuan was burning wildly within his body, resisting the immense pressure of the corpse energy that was collapsing the dimension.

His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.

no way.

Retreat means death, advance also means death.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Jin Zhan ignored Ming Luo's taunts and suddenly raised the dark gold longsword in his hand.

It let out a mournful roar.

"Form ranks!!!"

boom!

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers did not hesitate at all.

They bit their tongues together.

Mouthfuls of essence blood containing the origin of ancient species were sprayed into the air.

Blood and qi intertwined.

A pure physical resonance resounded above Burial Ridge.

A towering, dark golden phantom of the progenitor Suanni rose from the ground.

It exuded a terrifying pressure comparable to the late stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

They went ahead and forced it!

This is the last trump card of the Dark Gold Suanni clan, and the only resistance they can mount.

But tens of thousands of miles away from the battlefield.

Deep in the void.

A figure was silently concealed in the clouds, using the top-tier concealment talisman of the Primordial Demon Sect.

Xuan Ku.

Elder of the Primordial Demon Sect, peak of the Primordial Chaos realm.

He stood with his hands behind his back, coldly observing the tragic formation below.

There was not a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

There is only one kind of cold calculation.

to be frank.

He had no personal grudges against the Dark Gold Suanni clan.

But there's nothing we can do.

Who told these blind demons to provoke Long Yu time and time again?

Who is Long Yu?

That is the peerless genius of the Primordial Demon Sect, unparalleled throughout the ages!

It is a future giant whose unbridled growth is even tolerated by the sect leader!

Although he was at the peak of the Hongmeng realm and held a high position within the sect, wielding considerable real power.

But if you want to go further, you must understand how to invest.

Some exceptional geniuses need to be won over through small investments!

"Today, I will utterly sacrifice your Dark Gold Suanni clan here."

Xuan Ku sneered inwardly.

"Wait until the entire clan is wiped out."

"I will then take this news back to the sect and tell Long Yu."

"Just say that I secretly orchestrated this, using the Heavenly Sorrow Corpse Sect to eliminate his enemies."

"This favor might make him think more highly of me and help me build a relationship!"

This is Xuanku's philosophy of survival.

Ruthless, and efficient.

On the battlefield.

The battle erupted instantly.

"roar--!"

The towering, dark golden lion phantom let out a deafening roar.

Wielding a giant claw as large as a mountain, carrying the physical mass of a late-stage Primordial Chaos cultivator, it slammed down fiercely towards Mingluo atop the main peak.

The wind howled.

Space torn apart.

however.

Faced with this attack that mobilized the entire clan's strength.

Mingluo stood still.

They didn't even try to dodge.

"this one?"

A hint of boredom flashed in Mingluo's eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, which was covered in dark green corpse hair.

Five fingers, forming a claw.

Facing the descending giant claw.

Tear it gently.

"The Netherworld Realm".

hum.

A gray-black death aura mixed with incomplete and boundless laws erupted from his fingertips.

scoff!

It's like tearing apart a fragile rag.

The dark golden Suanni phantom, comparable to the late-stage Hunyuan realm, came into contact with the Law of Death and Darkness the moment it touched the ground.

It was torn to shreds!

"puff--!"

below.

Tens of thousands of warriors, who were in formation, all coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The formation collapsed instantly!

The backlash swept through the entire army like a tsunami.

Hundreds of warriors with weaker cultivation levels had their physical bodies disintegrate on the spot, turning into a blood mist.

"Vulnerable."

Mingluo coldly withdrew his hand.

His gaze locked onto Jin Zhan, who was covered in blood, standing in front of the enemy lines below.

"As the clan leader."

"You can set off now."

Mingluo raised a finger.

At the fingertips, a ball of deathly black light, condensed to its extreme, quietly coalesced.

next interest.

The black light transformed into a pillar of death that pierced through the heavens and earth.

It ignores spatial distance.

It went straight for Jin Zhan's brow.

too fast.

too strong.

Jin Zhan had no time to react at all.

boom!

The beam of light slammed into Jin Zhan's chest.

The top-grade Dao artifact-level dark gold heart-protecting mirror he wore shattered in less than half a breath.

The violent laws of death pierced straight through his chest.

He was sent flying like a rag doll.

It crashed heavily into the ruins tens of thousands of feet away.

It smashed out a huge, bottomless crater.

Reinvented!

Near death!

"Chieftain!!!"

The Second Elder, Jin Ting, and countless surviving warriors let out desperate cries.

But Mingluo didn't give them a chance to breathe.

"Noisy."

Mingluo raised his hand again.

This time, the laws of death and darkness coalesced in his palm into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky.

It carries an immense, all-encompassing pressure.

Towards the giant pit where Jin Zhan was located, and the tens of thousands of troops surrounding it.

It was pressed down with a bang.

The next strike.

We must completely annihilate Jin Zhan, along with his entire army!

despair.

An unprecedented despair gripped the hearts of every member of the Dark Gold Suanni clan.

Bottom of the giant pit.

Jin Zhan coughed up mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He looked at the rapidly enlarging black giant hand in the sky.

Feeling that overwhelming dimensional pressure that was simply impossible to resist.

Finished!

Jin Zhan smiled bitterly to himself.

The Dark Gold Suanni clan has been passed down through countless eras.

Today, our lineage will finally be completely extinguished.

He closed his eyes helplessly.

Waiting for death to come.

Tens of thousands of miles away.

In the clouds.

Xuan Ku watched this scene unfold.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The summit of the main peak.

Mingluo looked down.

His eyes were extremely cold.

It’s over.

They're just a bunch of ants; they don't even have the right to warm up for themselves.

Erasing them would be as tedious as crushing a swarm of insects.

however.

At this critical moment.

The rear of the army.

Beside the supply wagon.

Su Yu, disguised as the commander "Jin Ze," stood quietly in the crowd.

He tilted his head slightly upwards.

Looking at that enormous black hand that blots out the sky.

A thoughtful look flashed in his deep eyes.