A third spike stabbed down. The Spirit Extermination Spike spell formation having been fully activated, all of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe members were now in the same position the Golden Crow Tribe members had been. Their flesh withered, and their life force drained away at a rapid pace.
They stood there shaking, expressions of despair appeared on their faces as they looked toward the High Priest. In turn, the High Priest looked up into the sky. As his body wasted away, his voice once again raised out, filled with hopelessness.
“Patriarch… save your people….
“Patriarch, why haven’t you come…? Have you forsaken us…?”
Meng Hao looked at the spectacle from up above, but said nothing. He looked off into the distance, a thoughtful expression on his face.
The surrounding Golden Crow Tribe members watched on silently. They were not inherently fond of killing, but when they saw the hopelessness on the faces of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe Cultivators, they couldn’t help but think of their own situation earlier.
If Meng Hao had not returned, then perhaps they would have begun to cry out just like the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe.
Time passed. Within the black field of light, the life forces of the withering members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe were beginning to wink out. They turned into corpses which toppled to the ground. As they died, their life forces were completely absorbed by the spell formation, causing a white cyclone to gradually appear.
As more Tribe members became shriveled corpses, the High Priest continued to waste away. He now looked like a body just climbed up out of a grave, emanating a strong aura of death. Despite that, he continued to gaze up listlessly into the sky. His voice echoed out continuously.
“Patriarch… Did we make a mistake…?
“Patriarch, please respond. Did we err? Why haven’t you come…?”
1,000. 3,000. 5,000. Finally, all 10,000 Tribe members became desiccated corpses and toppled to the ground. Soon, only the Nascent Soul Cultivators and the totemic Sacred Ancients were left. They trembled and cried out helplessly, and the High Priest began to laugh bitterly.
The laughter became sadder until it was filled with resentment.
“Patriarch, why haven’t you come for us!?!?” Even as his resentful words rang out, the remaining Nascent Soul Cultivators lifted their heads up to release the last howl they would release in their entire lives.
“Why… haven’t you come?!?!”
Boom!
The Nascent Soul Cultivators in the field of light were now dried up corpses. The totemic Sacred Ancients were all dead. The only person left was the High Priest. He continued to chuckle hatefully as the flame of his life force was finally extinguished.
After they were all dead, the white cyclone floating within the black field of light transformed into a white pearl. Meng Hao had assumed the pearl would disappear, but it did not. It remained there, floating in the air until members of the Golden Crow Tribe approached to take it away.
The scene caused Meng Hao to frown and look off into the distance.
“Just what are you planning, Patriarch Huyan….” he thought. After a moment, a tremor ran through his body. He looked down into his bag of holding at the Demon Spirit he had acquired all those years ago in the Realm of the Bridge Ruins. It was now shining with a brilliant light.
It grew more and more intense, and began to emanate a gravitational force.
Meng Hao’s eyes glittered. After calculating the days, he realized that the Primordial Demon Immortal Plane would be opening soon.
“Patriarch Huyan, I don’t care what you’re planning. The fight between the two of us cannot be avoided!”
He looked over the Golden Crow Tribe. Big Hairy was there, and the Wild Giant too. Finally, he waved his hand, causing the glowing red shield to shrink back down and transform back into the mastiff.
He stood on the mastiff’s head and looked off into the distance.
Eventually he looked back at the members of the Golden Crow Clan, and they looked back with expressions of fervent ardor. Meng Hao could clearly sense the intense faith power in the area. “I’m going to the Heavenly Pursuit Sect. As for all of you… there’s no need for you to come along.”
Faith power circled around Meng Hao, transforming into ghost images that superimposed with his body. It slowly fused into his Cultivation base in such a way that no magical technique could cause it to diffuse.
Meng Hao looked over at Big Hairy, who floated there in mid-air, and gave him an encouraging look. Big Hairy let out a few yips in response.
The Thorn Rampart vines swayed back and forth in the air, seemingly looking up into the air as Meng Hao prepared to leave.
Meng Hao turned and opened up his bag of the Cosmos to suck in all the bodies of the members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe. Then he and the mastiff flashed and shot up into the air.
เข็มสามแทงลง การเข็มมรณะวิญญาณสะกดก่อมีการเรียกใช้ทั้งหมด สมาชิกเผ่าแสวงหาสวรรค์ได้อยู่ในตำแหน่งเดียวกันเป็นสมาชิกเผ่าอีกาทอง เนื้อตัวเหี่ยว และพลังชีวิตของพวกเขาหมดไปอย่างรวดเร็วพวกเขายืนมีสั่น นิพจน์สิ้นหวังปรากฏบนใบหน้าของพวกเขาพวกเขามองขึ้นไปปุโรหิต ในทางกลับกัน ปุโรหิตมองขึ้นสู่ท้องฟ้า ขณะที่ร่างกายของเขาเสีย เสียงของเขาอีกครั้งยกออก เต็มไป ด้วยความสิ้นหวัง"พระ...บันทึกคนของคุณ..."พระ ทำไมยังไม่มา... มีคุณทอดทิ้งเรา..."เฮา เมงมองปรากฏการณ์จากค่าข้างต้น แต่กล่าวว่า ไม่มีอะไร เขาดูออกเป็นระยะทาง การแสดงออกที่แท้ใบหน้าสมาชิกเผ่าอีกาทองโดยรอบดูจากเบื้องหลัง พวกเขาไม่มีความรักฆ่า แต่เมื่อพวกเขาเห็นความสิ้นหวังที่บนใบหน้าของเครื่องพรวนดินเผ่าแสวงหาสวรรค์ พวกเขาไม่สามารถช่วยแต่คิดว่า ตัวเองสถานการณ์ก่อนหน้านี้ถ้าเมงเฮาได้กลับ แล้วบางทีพวกเขาจะได้เริ่มร้องไห้เหมือนแสวงหาเผ่าสวรรค์เวลาที่ผ่านไป ภายในสีดำด้านแสง กองกำลังชีวิตของสมาชิก withering ของเผ่าแสวงหาสวรรค์ถูกเริ่มกระพริบออก พวกเขากลายเป็นศพที่ toppled กับพื้นดิน เป็นพวกเขาเสียชีวิต กองกำลังชีวิตของพวกเขาถูกดูดซึมอย่างสมบูรณ์ โดยการก่อสะกด ก่อให้เกิดเป็นพายุไซโคลนสีขาวจะค่อย ๆ ปรากฏAs more Tribe members became shriveled corpses, the High Priest continued to waste away. He now looked like a body just climbed up out of a grave, emanating a strong aura of death. Despite that, he continued to gaze up listlessly into the sky. His voice echoed out continuously.“Patriarch… Did we make a mistake…?“Patriarch, please respond. Did we err? Why haven’t you come…?”1,000. 3,000. 5,000. Finally, all 10,000 Tribe members became desiccated corpses and toppled to the ground. Soon, only the Nascent Soul Cultivators and the totemic Sacred Ancients were left. They trembled and cried out helplessly, and the High Priest began to laugh bitterly.The laughter became sadder until it was filled with resentment.“Patriarch, why haven’t you come for us!?!?” Even as his resentful words rang out, the remaining Nascent Soul Cultivators lifted their heads up to release the last howl they would release in their entire lives.“Why… haven’t you come?!?!”Boom!The Nascent Soul Cultivators in the field of light were now dried up corpses. The totemic Sacred Ancients were all dead. The only person left was the High Priest. He continued to chuckle hatefully as the flame of his life force was finally extinguished.After they were all dead, the white cyclone floating within the black field of light transformed into a white pearl. Meng Hao had assumed the pearl would disappear, but it did not. It remained there, floating in the air until members of the Golden Crow Tribe approached to take it away.The scene caused Meng Hao to frown and look off into the distance.“Just what are you planning, Patriarch Huyan….” he thought. After a moment, a tremor ran through his body. He looked down into his bag of holding at the Demon Spirit he had acquired all those years ago in the Realm of the Bridge Ruins. It was now shining with a brilliant light.It grew more and more intense, and began to emanate a gravitational force.Meng Hao’s eyes glittered. After calculating the days, he realized that the Primordial Demon Immortal Plane would be opening soon.“Patriarch Huyan, I don’t care what you’re planning. The fight between the two of us cannot be avoided!”He looked over the Golden Crow Tribe. Big Hairy was there, and the Wild Giant too. Finally, he waved his hand, causing the glowing red shield to shrink back down and transform back into the mastiff.He stood on the mastiff’s head and looked off into the distance.Eventually he looked back at the members of the Golden Crow Clan, and they looked back with expressions of fervent ardor. Meng Hao could clearly sense the intense faith power in the area. “I’m going to the Heavenly Pursuit Sect. As for all of you… there’s no need for you to come along.”Faith power circled around Meng Hao, transforming into ghost images that superimposed with his body. It slowly fused into his Cultivation base in such a way that no magical technique could cause it to diffuse.Meng Hao looked over at Big Hairy, who floated there in mid-air, and gave him an encouraging look. Big Hairy let out a few yips in response.The Thorn Rampart vines swayed back and forth in the air, seemingly looking up into the air as Meng Hao prepared to leave.Meng Hao turned and opened up his bag of the Cosmos to suck in all the bodies of the members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe. Then he and the mastiff flashed and shot up into the air.
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