The ditch on the ground around the statue of the Youth Confucian scholar had long been filled with blood. All the blood was like a trickle, gathering under the statue.
Following the white-haired old man's slightly trembling voice, a layer of faint bloody light on the surface of the statue fluctuated rhythmically. A bloody vortex was spinning incessantly at the front of the robe, emitting bursts of strange fluctuations.
"Buzz!" A strange sound was heard!
The bloody vortex lit up, and a soldier in bloody armor flashed out of it. His dull eyes swept outside for a moment, and his figure soared into the sky, flying straight in the direction of the battlefield outside the square.
After a while, the bloody vortex flashed again, and another soldier in bloody armor flashed out of it, joining the battle outside the periphery.
At this moment, a black-robed girl sitting cross-legged around the statue suddenly tilted and fell down.
Her face was as pale as paper, and even her lips were devoid of blood. The wound on her wrist was still open, but not a single drop of blood could flow out.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man showed a trace of pity in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.
Among the dozen or so people who were waiting on the side, a large man in linen clothes immediately stepped forward and carried the girl to the side. He took out a red pill and fed it to her.
The position that the little girl had vacated was quickly filled by a young girl.
The girl's face was a little timid, but she still sat cross-legged without the slightest delay. Like the others, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a shining knife, and put it on her wrist.
She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lips, and slit the knife across her wrist.
A striking line of blood immediately emerged, and the dark red blood fell like a string of bloody pearls.
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Although the altar here was operating at full capacity, and there would be bloody armor soldiers emerging from it to join the battle every once in a while, it couldn't stop the decline of the human side.
It didn't take long for the fierce battle cries to become closer and closer. The faces of the people in the square also became abnormally ugly, and their eyes gradually revealed a look of despair.
The altar formation on the square with the statue of the Youth Confucian scholar at the center was the foundation of their race's inheritance. If it was attacked by the foreign races, and the statue was destroyed, then the entire race would be wiped out.
At this moment, more and more human cultivators were being forced to retreat to the periphery of the square, forming a defensive ring, and putting up a final fight.
In the air above, a series of loud booms rang out, and several balls of light violently collided, revealing over a dozen figures.
Six of them were green-skinned foreign beings, and all of them had sinister expressions. Their eyes were filled with a fanatical desire for battle, and their protruding fangs were flashing with cold light.
The green-skinned foreign beings were quite tall, and their leader was a purple-robed man who was at least two heads taller than his brethren, making him look like an iron tower standing in mid-air.
His aura was extremely powerful, indicating that he was a Grand Ascension Stage cultivator, and the five beings behind him were all at the late-Body Integration Stage.
All of the five human cultivators were at the early-Body Integration Stage, and the five foreign beings behind him were all at the mid-Body Integration Stage.
Among the five human cultivators facing off against them, there was a slightly portly man in a set of azure robes who was at the late-Body Integration Stage, while the others were only at the early-Body Integration Stage, so they were clearly no match for these foreign beings.
With their entire race on the brink of extinction, the green-robed man couldn't help but grit his teeth as he glanced at the massive statue on the square.
However, right at this moment, a sudden turn of events unfolded!
A ball of bright white light appeared in front of the green-robed man and the others without any warning, exploding violently like a scorching sun. Countless rays of light shot forth from within, instantly engulfing all of them.
Boom boom boom!
An extremely powerful shockwave surged forth from the center of the explosion, instantly forming several violent tornadoes that swept forth in all directions.
Several blurry figures suddenly shot forth from the white light before plummeting toward the square.
"Boom!" A loud sound rang out.
The ground at the edge of the square crumbled, instantly forming a large pit that was over 100 feet deep.
However, very soon, several streaks of light flew out from the pit, revealing the figures of the human cultivators. At this moment, their clothes were all in tatters, and their auras were in a mess.
The green-robed man's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he was holding a broken shield with blood patterns in his hand. Blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Just now, he had done his best to protect everyone. Although none of them had lost their lives, he had clearly paid a heavy price.
"Leader …"
When the surrounding humans saw this, they were even more alarmed, and all of them began to cry out.
The green-robed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then waved at everyone to indicate that he was fine.
He looked up at the sky, and seeing that the foreign beings didn't immediately chase after him, he took a few steps toward the statue and cast an inquiring glance at the white-haired old man.
The old man shook his head and said with a sorrowful expression, "There's still no response from the Ancestral God."
The green-robed man laughed bitterly and murmured, "Lord Ancestral God, are you really going to abandon your people and your servants?"
At this moment, the purple-robed foreign being had already flown into the sky above the square with a few elders.
He laughed and said, "Hahaha … Luo Feng, are you still begging your useless Ancestral God?
Why don't you change your mind and worship our Ancestral God instead? "
"Tuha, don't be so insolent!
Your Ancestral God was only defeated by our Ancestral God back then, "the green-robed man rebuked angrily.
"Hehe, what's a momentary humiliation back then?
As the saying goes, the winner takes all. Our Ancestral God is still protecting our race and has never failed. But what about yours?
Ever since he was heavily injured and fell into a deep slumber 10,000 years ago, has he ever woken up?
I'm afraid he's already dead, right? "The purple-robed foreign being, Tuha, pointed at the white light on his body, then looked at the statue, and said disdainfully.
Luo Feng was stunned when he heard that. He wanted to retort, but he was speechless. This was because there was nothing wrong with what the green-robed foreign being said.
In the past 10,000 years, the Ancestral God of their race had always been in a deep slumber. He had almost no contact with his people. Especially in the past 1,000 years, he had not responded to the calls of his people.
When the great enemy invaded this time, they had already braced themselves and used the blood essence of their people to try and awaken the Ancestral God. However, there was no response until now.
Although they could still summon some Ancestral Guards through this statue left behind by the Ancestral God, it was like trying to put out a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water. They could only barely resist the enemy and could not change the overall situation at all.
"Luo Feng, you're dreaming if you think you can stop our Tuhun Race with just these blood-armored Dao soldiers that you summoned.
If you don't surrender obediently, I'll slaughter your entire race, "Tuha suddenly raised his voice and shouted fiercely.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the surrounding Icy Crystal Race swarmed forward. Their attacks instantly became more ferocious.
Wu Meng Island was already at a disadvantage. Now, they were in an even more precarious situation. Many of their defensive lines had been breached, and the enemy was about to reach the center of the square.
Luo Feng's body trembled, and his expression was extremely unsightly. He felt a little despair in his heart.
At this moment, a low humming sound suddenly came from somewhere. The green statue suddenly trembled and let out a rumbling sound.
Soon after, the statue released an extremely dazzling black light that grew brighter and brighter.
"This is … the Ancestral God … the Ancestral God has manifested!"
The white-haired old man who was closest to the altar was the first to notice the change. He shouted in joy.
The people of Wu Meng Island were stunned at first. Then, when they heard the old man's voice, they immediately revealed expressions of joy. Their morale soared, and their defensive line that was on the verge of collapse showed signs of stabilizing.
The attacking Icy Crystal Race's expressions were the opposite. They also became very nervous.
If the enemy's Ancestral God could truly manifest, even their Great Ascension Stage Patriarch would not be a match for it.
"Impossible!"
Patriarch Tuha exclaimed in disbelief as he stared at the statue below.
The light released by the statue grew brighter and brighter. Then, with a sudden flash, the entire statue suddenly exploded, turning into a large expanse of pitch-black light.
After the black light flashed a few times, it turned into a black vortex with a radius of several hundred feet.
Pitch-black arcs of lightning flashed within the vortex. They tore through the void and let out a deafening sound of thunder.
As the black vortex appeared, dark clouds appeared in the originally bright sky. There were also bolts of lightning flashing within the clouds.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of several hundred miles started to churn violently like boiling water.
Seeing this, the expressions of both sides changed greatly. They immediately stopped their attacks in fear.
The number of black arcs of lightning in the vortex increased rapidly. Then, they gathered at one point and turned into a huge black ball of lightning. It sizzled.
Pfft!
The black ball of lightning suddenly twisted. Then, it elongated and turned into a pitch-black spatial fissure that was several hundred feet long.
Whoosh!
A figure flew out of the spatial fissure. He swayed slightly before stabilizing himself in mid-air. It was the figure of an azure-robed man.
The spatial fissure flashed wildly a few times before slowly closing and disappearing.
In the next moment, the black vortex in mid-air also slowly dissipated. The surging Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi quickly returned to normal. The dark clouds in the sky also disappeared.
Although the azure-robed man looked a little disheveled, there was a hint of joy on his face.
However, when he stabilized himself and looked around, he frowned slightly when he saw the dense crowd around him.
This person was Han Li. He had used all his strength and finally succeeded in passing through the interface gap.
However, at this moment, his magic power was almost depleted. His physical strength was also greatly depleted. The Eight Treasures Exquisite Bone Armor had also completely collapsed in the spatial storm.