Pangs of pain and fury surged through the powerful human warriors as they watched their ancestor being beaten back.
"Let's kill these goddamn creatures!" It was impossible for them to not be bothered by what they saw and just sit idly by and let it happen.
"No! Stop!"
The ancestor's voice came, echoing through all their minds.
"Why not? Ancestor, why won't you let us fight?"
Many of the powerful warriors of the human race, together with many ascetic cultivators, were below. If they all fought together, it wouldn't be difficult at all for them, to vanquish these Dark Bloody Shuras.
"Stay put. That's an order," the ancestor responded sternly through his spiritual sense, a coldness in his tone.
"Ahhh!"
They were all left with no choice and remained unmoving. The ancestor had ordered it and so they would not dare disobey him.
The remaining Dark Bloody Shuras were not holding back or weakening. Instead, their blood vitality soared and their auras only grew more violent.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
They did not want to allow the ancestor a moment to catch his breath or regain any sort of composure, and all rushed over at him ferociously.
The Shuras' dark red god's power covered everything. The sound of booming explosions rang out to every corner of the human land.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Roars erupted from three different directions and many powerful auras filled the air above the human land.
"This is it. We have lost."
Except for the passageway guarded by the beast god, the other three sides had all fallen and many other races were flooding in.
The land of the humans was on the verge of collapse under the assault of the top masters of the various other races.
Millions upon millions of human beings wandered in the darkness as a torrent of rain descended on every inch of the human land. The dark doomsday had come for this world.
"Kill the human ancestor! Show him to his end!"
"Kill the human ancestor! Show him to his end!"
All the powerful warriors of every other race charged in with the ancestor as their sole target from the moment they set foot on the human land. More than half of the human race would fall as long as they killed him.
All creatures of other races forgot their enmity towards each other with this prospect laid before them. They gathered above the divine palace and joined the battle to besiege and murder the human ancestor.
"All human beings, you are not to move a muscle!"
The old voice of the ancestor reached everyone's ears again, right at the critical moment when they should have launched their counterattack.
The powerful human warriors bit down hard, swallowing their urges and following the order with tears in their eyes.
The human ancestor was all that remained standing among the falling chunks. He stood proud and fearless in the face of the rest coming at him, his halberd thrusting in all directions.
But there were too many powerful creatures attacking him. He was already an old man. How could he be expected to fend off all these strikes?
A few hours later and the human ancestor had now been seriously injured; he was on the brink of death.
"Old friend, have you had enough blood to drink?"
the ancestor asked his halberd, a bitter smile hanging on his exhausted old face.
"Hum!"
The dragon-headed halberd in his hand growled wildly, as if responding to him.
Boom! Boom!
A beam of cyan light burst from it, forming a ring of light that spread out further and further. The light forced back all the creatures advancing and attacking. It seemed as though some sort of barrier pushed them back and created a perimeter around the ancestor.
The cyan light then immediately condensed into a large dragon shadow that rose up and hovered a short while before pouring directly into the ancestor's chest.
This sudden change made the powerful warriors of the other races uneasy. Some powerful force had obstructed them and prevented them from closing in on their target.
The cyan light continued streaming into the human ancestor's body. His once stooping figure then gradually stood up, and the deep wrinkles that had been on his face were gone, making way for youthful vigor.
His gathered energy then burst forth and rose up like a swelling wave, causing all the creatures to shudder uncontrollably.
The powerful warriors of the human race looked up to the sky to see a strong-spirited and vigorous image of the ancestor. He was full of life and strength. They couldn't believe what they were seeing; the aura they felt from him had them particularly surprised.
It was the aura of a supreme god!
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