The fact that the fiend race and the Dark Angel race had joined forces meant trouble for the human race.
Usually, the races in the Primitive Wilderness were hostile to each other. Cooperation between them was a rare thing.
But now that there was an opportunity to annihilate the human race, it was like a call for the other races to unite. By joining forces, they had a bigger chance of beating the human race.
"Allow me to deal with those insects."
An extremely furious voice suddenly echoed. A strong man, around thirty feet tall with bulging muscles, suddenly appeared by the ancestor's side.
The mere sight of this ferocious man shocked all the ascetic cultivators present. At a glance, they immediately recognized him as Beasley, the beast god.
"Welcome, Beast God." the ancestor said to the figure beside him.
"Pleasure to meet you, human ancestor." Beasley placed one hand over his chest as a sign of respect.
"The human race is currently facing a crisis. Otherwise, we wouldn't have dared to ask you for help," the ancestor said almost apologetically.
"Humph! Our legendary beast race has always sided with the human race. Should anyone dare attack you, I'd crush them. Don't worry."
"Thank you." The ancestor nodded in gratitude.
Beasley could be compared to the ancestor of a race in terms of identity, which was why he and the ancestor treated each other like they were members of the same generation.
"However, my people haven't arrived yet. I will need some powerful warriors from your race, ones who will follow me to confront the fiends and the Dark Angels,"
Beasley announced, eyeing the warriors of the human race.
"We will go with you to slay the alien creatures!"
the powerful warriors of the human race roared in unison.
"Alright! Humans are indeed full of spirit! However, I only need a few. Allow me choose at random."
Then, Beasley proceeded to select eight powerful ascetic cultivators to fight by his side.
"Let's go!"
The beast god led eight powerful ascetic cultivators straight to the north entrance.
In the dark void, the chaotic passage terminated in a vortex, which was guarded by dozens of powerful chaotic restrictions.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The beast god took the lead, and the eight powerful ascetic cultivators followed him closely into the vortex.
Boom! Boom!
Once they arrived at the outside world, they were greeted by a vast black sea. Huge waves surged violently, with countless creatures floating on its surface. This was the Primitive Sea—the gateway to the human race's hiding place.
Among the surging waves, twelve members of the Dark Angel race stood at the opposite end of the void, each with nine pairs of dark bone wings on the back.
"Interesting! How bold of them to come out of their little hiding place!"
The twelve members of the Dark Angel race immediately sensed the presence of the beast god and the eight ascetic cultivators.
"Don't let your guard down. That beast is very powerful."
Although the legendary beast race was not considered that powerful, their beast god was known to be even stronger than some ancestors of various races.
The twelve members of the Dark Angel race were like twelve Gods of War. Yet, if they had to fight the beast god alone, none of them stood a chance.
"We have divine weapons. Why should we be afraid of him? We'll kill him swiftly—"
Bang!
Before that Dark Angel could even finish his sentence, the space behind him cracked open and a huge beast claw reached out from the tear.
Crack!
The huge waves continued to surge violently, rushing into the void and spilling out ferociously from the tear in space.
"What the—!"
The Dark Angel felt his heart stop beating amidst the chaos of the stormy black sea.
In this very moment, he could feel death wrap its dark hands around his neck.
Bang!
Intensely powerful god's power pierced through his back cleanly, and an iron-like beast claw wrapped around his heart.
The other eleven Dark Angels were so stunned, that it took them a moment before they sprang into action. Roaring furiously, they attacked the beast claw with the divine weapons they were so proud of just moments earlier.
Unfortunately, they acted too late. The heart of the unfortunate Dark Angel had already melted into incoherent mud. His aura of life instantly dissipated.
"Quick! Cure him!"
"Cure?" Before they could even attempt to cure their fallen companion, violent god's power stirred up countless storms that attacked the eleven Dark Angels.
At the same time, darkness engulfed the dead Dark Angel.
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