Chapter 1095 - 358: Those Not of Our Race Are Sure to Think Differently

Boom!

Qing Gai’s corpse fell to the ground, and Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue fled without a word, their speed faster than rabid dogs chasing beloved food.

In fact, they had been planning their escape all along, especially since Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork was fighting one against two, clearly overwhelmed, allowing them to flee calmly.

From the moment Divine Land shattered Baiheng City, the two Ninth Grade fighters knew the fate of Jing Niao City was sealed.

Of course, they didn’t escape too far and were still watching the war in Divine Land from a distance.

"Consider yourselves lucky for fleeing quickly, or else today I’d roast you together with some black pepper, tomatoes, and cheese."

Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork cursed in anger from where he stood.

Of course, it was merely an angry curse; he couldn’t even catch up to them, let alone kill them.

Fei Tianhong was too cunning.

Gang Yue belonged to the Steel Bone Race, making it extremely difficult to kill him.

Besides, Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork’s Ninth Grade Battle Armor was already at its limit, on the verge of crumbling.

His task of protection had ended.

Divine Land paid no mind to the escaping two Grandmasters, as these two were not of the Yangxiang Race, making them difficult to kill.

Bai Jinghao and Wang Yetao rushed forward, directly confronting Cang Ji.

At this moment, the number of Ninth Grade fighters besieging Cang Ji had increased to five.

"Cang Ji, any last words?"

Under the siege of Divine Land’s five Ninth Grade, Cang Ji had no chance of survival.

At this moment, everyone on the battlefield watched Cang Ji.

Witnessing Divine Land skin an apex fighter alive was an honor.

Cang Ji gazed at the ruins of Jing Niao City, then at the group of Ninth Grades surrounding him, too enraged to speak.

The tide had turned.

"Today Cangji Cave fell into a trap; I die with regrets!

"What a pity, Xu Baiyan, you betrayed my trust; you truly are foolish. Having an apex father should be such an honor, why suffer in Divine Land?

"I know you haven’t had it easy in Divine Land!

"You are too weak, too foolish; you have no idea what you’ve given up!"

Cang Ji looked at Xu Baiyan from afar, full of disappointment.

He couldn’t understand in his heart.

As a descendant not favored in Divine Land, clearly you have the opportunity to be a Princess, why don’t you cherish it?

What does this land of Divine hold?

"No matter where I go in the future, Divine Land is my homeland.

"Xu Baiyan, in this life, I have only one father, and that is Su Qingfeng. You just want to use me to destroy Divine Land; you are dreaming!"

Xu Baiyan also stared coldly at Cang Ji.

She cared not about being the daughter of an apex.

Xu Baiyan hated Cang Ji for destroying everything. If it weren’t for the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, Divine Land wouldn’t have forced her.

"Alas, foolish daughter.

"Even if you help Divine Land, what does it achieve? You are of the Thunder Race, your blood flows with the Wet Realm, Divine Land cannot fully accept you and will even imprison your freedom; you can never go back to the beginning.

"This phrase, ’Different races, different hearts,’ do you know it? This is the creed of Divine Land; you are truly pitiful."

Cang Ji sighed.

Rumble!

Before dying, he destroyed the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon.

This demon artifact could not remain in Divine Land. With the cunning of Divine Land’s people, who knows what new tricks they might concoct?

"What a pity!"

In the distance, several human Grandmasters sighed.

They watched helplessly as the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon was destroyed, having no chance to stop it.

They couldn’t stop it at all.

"So unfortunate!"

Su Yue shook his head.

Such a mighty cannon, how wonderful it would be to bring it back to Divine Land.

"Even if Cang Ji didn’t destroy it, the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon is already on the brink of shattering; there’s nothing to regret."

Xu Baiyan said.

For Cang Ji’s words, Xu Baiyan was indifferent.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue paused, then shook his head.

Indeed.

Most of these demon artifacts are relics from 1,000 years ago; even if they remain usable, it’s only for one last time.

"Cang Ji, if you’ve finished speaking nonsense, get going!"

Zhao Qian’en struck Cang Ji’s chest with a spear.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Yan Chenyun, Wang Yetao, Mo Qizheng, and Bai Jinghao.

A combined attack of four Ninth Grades instantly depleted Cang Ji’s vitality.

Even as an apex, he couldn’t withstand such horrendous assault.

"Finally, let me give you Divine Land a small gift!

"It does seem laughable that in this battle, with Jing Niao City defeated badly, I rely on these petty tricks to salvage a shred of dignity!

"Laughable indeed, the life of Cang Ji was remarkable, yet it ends in such a fate!"

Cang Ji’s breathing began to falter.

No one noticed the droplets of apex blood falling on the soon-to-crumble Demon Slaying Altar.

Soon after, the altar erupted in brilliant light.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone on the battlefield, countless Tuyue Warriors emerged at the altar’s center.

They appeared expressionless, each with an indescribable eerie aura.

In an instant, the altar was packed densely with Tuyue Warriors.

"Hmph, at this moment, you intend to activate the altar? Isn’t that laughable!"

An Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral rushed to the top of the altar in an instant. While lower-level Martial Artists feared the warriors would self-destruct, an Eighth-Grade Grandmaster had no concerns.

Just kill this group of Suicide Squad warriors before they teleport away; it’s not a major issue.

Unfortunately.

The ambitions of the Eighth-Grade fighter were overly simplistic.

His confident strike didn’t even penetrate the curtain of light.

Cang Ji’s blood had morphed into a shield, firmly protecting the Tuyue Warriors inside.

Even more terrifying, the altar’s teleportation light had begun to flicker.

If no accidents occurred, within 10 seconds, every Tuyue Warrior would appear in a city on Earth.

Understand, this teleportation involves Tuyue Warriors who will spare nothing, even self-destructing to wreak havoc.

For certain cities in Divine Land, the warriors are an impending catastrophe.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Several Eighth Grades flashed over, even Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork joined in.

They spared no effort attacking the altar, but alas, it was futile.

Even though the shield would eventually break, it would certainly take longer than 10 seconds.

With desperate eyes watching the warriors about to be teleported, everyone on the battlefield froze.

"My Qi Blood Shield outside the altar requires at least 20 seconds to break, yet the altar’s teleportation only needs 10 seconds.

"Compared to the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, the warriors are just an appetizer. Yet unexpectedly, they became the sole dish in the end.

"Though I’ve lost, my 3,000 warriors still extract a price from Divine Land."

Cang Ji was covered in blood.

He was truly at the end of his strength, unable even to heal the wounds on his body.

Zhao Qian’en and the others ground their teeth.

Perhaps killing Cang Ji would shatter that shield!

But killing Cang Ji within 10 seconds is nothing but a pipe dream.

Tuyue Warriors descending would undoubtedly be a catastrophe.

...

Inside Jing Niao City!

"Sister..."

Su Yue suddenly looked at Xu Baiyan.

He always believed that Xu Baiyan had long dealt with the calamity of the Tuyue Warriors, since throughout the war, the Tuyue Warriors never appeared.

Who would have thought that Cang Ji, at the last moment, would teleport 3000 Tuyue Warriors over.

Should they descend into the city and scatter across the streets, not even a Grandmaster could stop these beasts from self-destructing.

No, before Su Qingfeng left, he clearly saw Xu Baiyan start refining the Spirit Slave Demon.

"I can’t break it!"

Xu Baiyan shook his head.

Then a meatball rolled from his palm onto the ground.

With one major event after another occurring in succession, Xu Baiyan had forgotten these small roles, especially with Su Qingfeng’s presence, she didn’t take it seriously.

"What is this thing?"

Su Qingfeng asked.

"It’s the source of life extension for the Tuyue Warriors; once this ball is split open, the warriors’ power will vanish, reverting them to second or third-grade martial artists."

Su Yue quickly explained.

Good news.

Although Xu Baiyan couldn’t split the meatball, with my dad present, he can definitely split it.

Upon hearing there’s something to annihilate the Tuyue Warriors, many martial artists focused their gaze.

Divine Land Command Center.

Yuan Longhan also looked nervously at Su Qingfeng.

He hadn’t anticipated Cang Ji’s final move, with 3000 fifth-grade Tuyue Warriors descending; he truly couldn’t handle it.

Though he didn’t know what the meatball was, he hoped Xu Baiyan’s words were true.

"What... Su Qingfeng couldn’t split it?"

In the next moment, An Yushan exclaimed.

Indeed.

The one everyone pinned their hopes on, Su Qingfeng, didn’t manage to slice the meatball open.

The demonic blade bounced back into the sky, but the meatball remained entirely unharmed.

"I can split it, but not within 10 seconds!"

Su Qingfeng frowned slightly.

It wasn’t entirely ineffective; there was indeed a very shallow mark on the meatball.

But splitting after 10 seconds would have no effect.

"Let me try!"

Yao Chenqing stepped forward.

Boom!

Same result.

Though he’s ninth-grade, when his weapon struck, it only left a shallow mark.

Ninth-grade can split it, but not within 10 seconds.

"My daughter, you’re truly clever to even steal the Spirit Slave Demon.

"But stop wasting your efforts; none of you ninth-grade could succeed, not even if Yuan Longhan were here himself."

Cang Ji was initially stunned.

Then he chuckled bitterly.

It seems that as Jing Niao City’s sovereign, he knows nothing of Xu Baiyan’s cunning.

She could actually steal the Spirit Slave Demon.

Unbelievable.

Smart, yet foolish.

The light of the Demon Slaying Altar grew increasingly dazzling, with only 5 seconds remaining.

The cold-hearted Tuyue Warriors, like 3000 bombs, were set to indiscriminately fall on many cities.

In Yuan Longhan’s command room, many cities flickered with the glow of teleportation arrays.

No one knew which city the Tuyue Warriors would descend upon.

An Yushan gritted her teeth in frustration.

She hadn’t expected that in a seemingly victorious situation, such hurdles would emerge.

"Huh... It’s split open, my god..."

Suddenly, An Yushan exclaimed.

"It’s that kid Su Yue; his divine weapon is unique, perhaps it can break the defense!"

Yuan Longhan sat back in his chair.

...

Jing Niao City.

Crunch!

In the rush, Su Yue exhausted the last thread of Qi Blood in his body, barely lifting the divine battle axe.

He swung it at the Spirit Slave Demon’s surface.

Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz!

Electric plasma spread, as if acid was poured upon it, tearing a part of the Spirit Slave Demon’s skin.

But one axe chop wasn’t enough.

"Su Yue, keep going!"

Bai Xiaolong urged!

Seeing the Demon Slaying Altar about to activate, time was running out.

"Qi Blood is exhausted, I can’t lift it!"

Clang!

The divine battle axe directly fell to the ground, Su Yue frustrated to the point of near vomiting blood.

Is this the price of greed?

When he shackled Heiye, the Qi Blood in his Qi Ring was completely spent, and the barely recovered Qi Blood wasn’t enough to sustain the divine battle axe’s consumption.

With less than three seconds remaining, it’s impossible to recover Qi Blood.

"Uncle, you shouldn’t be able to lift it!"

Meng Yang remarked.

Su Qingfeng attempted to lift the battle axe, but unfortunately, the divine battle axe is bound by rules; without acknowledgment, even a ninth-grade can’t lift it.

Indeed, Su Qingfeng tried, but the battle axe didn’t budge.

This isn’t a matter of its weight.

"Hahaha, despair, isn’t it?

"Remember, these 3000 Tuyue Warriors are my final gift to you from Cang Ji!"

Cang Ji watched as Su Qingfeng and the others struggled helplessly, feeling particularly pleased.

Everyone’s faces turned grim.

What to do!

The situation has come to a standstill.

"Xu Baiyan, stop trying, it’s impossible to lift... what..."

Yang Lezhi saw Xu Baiyan approaching to seemingly attempt lifting the battle axe.

He quickly reminded.

He tried back then, so he knew it’s impossible.

However...

A bolt of lightning struck down; facing a battle axe immovable even by ninth-grade, it slowly left the ground.