Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 227: Dragon Descendant Beast Kings Arrive in Groups,

Ten... Twenty... Thirty... Fifty...

Beast Kings disappeared inexplicably, and the number quickly exceeded fifty.

Fifty thousand miles... One hundred thousand miles... One hundred fifty thousand miles...

Under constant stealth attacks, Lin Ping’an delved deeper and deeper.

In the blink of an eye, he had surpassed distances the Human Race had never reached, and like a loose rocket, he was out of sight.

It was as if an unleashed husky, impossible to hold back.

Besides, no one is stopping him now.

Of course, even if soone tried, they probably couldn’t stop him either.

Several hours later.

Just as Lin Ping’an successfully ambushed another Beast King, stuffing it into his Little World to contribute to the group.

A sudden intense spatial ripple erged in the distance, followed by a burst of Beast King auras descending one after another.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ping’an imdiately concealed his presence and aura, and began to monitor from afar with interest.

Moreover, he didn’t forget to use his absurdly large Spiritual Power Domain to eavesdrop.

At the sa ti.

After the torn Spatial Tunnel appeared, nurous towering Beast Kings stepped out arrogantly.

anwhile, dozens of concentrated spiritual forces were exchanging thoughts.

"We’ve arrived, almost there, just one more area to the east, and we’ll be near the outskirts."

"This ti it’s a direct order from His Highness, don’t ss it up, or we’ll all have to bear the consequences."

"Roar! The previous batch were all useless, couldn’t even handle a Human Race branch Secret Realm without troubling His Highness."

"Be careful, it’s said an unknown strong presence has appeared, otherwise, that weak Human Race wouldn’t stand a chance against hundreds of Beast Kings!"

"Indeed, even if the ones joining later are useless and cowardly, their numbers are there! Without external interference, such a situation is impossible."

"Hmph! We are an affiliated race with the great Dragon Race lineage, completely different from those weaklings; what is undefeatable for them, we can slay."

"So Beast Kings born from small tribes are just cannon fodder, their deaths are normal."

"There’s over a hundred thousand miles away, perfect to gather another batch of Beast King-level cannon fodder, sa old rule, obliterate the entire tribe if they don’t comply!"

"..."

Listening to the exchange over there, Lin Ping’an was slightly stunned.

Though the ti was short and the content incomplete, scattered words unexpectedly revealed a lot of unfamiliar information.

Human Race branch?

Secret Realm?

Affiliated Bloodline?

Small tribe Beast King cannon fodder?

The last ti he searched the Nine Stars Beast King’s mind, this stuff wasn’t included.

Even in the minds of the fifty Beast Kings suppressed in the Little World during these days, there was no related information.

So, those beasts exuding much stronger auras than the usual initial Beast King level were a big catch?

Thinking of this, Lin Ping’an’s eyes flashed with a glint, and a firm thought crossed his mind.

Absolutely cannot let these guys get away.

They might be the key to understanding higher-level powers and learning more secrets within the Ten Thousand Races.

Say no more.

"Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" must be arranged for these beasts.

At this mont, Lin Ping’an fully operated the "Divine Concealnt Technique," hiding his figure, quietly sneaking over.

Silently, without a sound, the towering enormous creatures, hundreds of ters tall, didn’t even realize a deadly little ant-like existence was beside them.

After all, with neither spiritual force nor wild instincts detecting any danger, these Beast Kings naturally wouldn’t sense anything amiss.

Dozens of spiritual forces scanned back and forth, brushing past Lin Ping’an each ti as if he were a stone, a motionless tree, completely unaware of any anomalies.

On the other side, many Dragon Descendant Beast Kings wantonly dispersed spiritual forces, searching for nearby high-tier existences to use as cannon fodder.

However, after making a round, the Beast Kings were noticeably puzzled and sowhat confused.

"None? How can there be none? Can’t sense a single Beast King’s aura, not even Beast Soldiers or Generals, just a bunch of middle and lower-tier trash! What’s going on here?"

"Hey! Sothing’s off! I distinctly rember there should be many small tribe Beast Kings around here! The territorial area should be correct!"

"Strange! So strange! Could it be sothing’s changed because we haven’t been here for so long?"

"..."

The intertwined spiritual forces conveyed an indescribable surprise in the information.

For a mont, massive bodies, small question marks, the scene atmosphere plunged into confusion and embarrassnt.

A few breaths later.

A Beast King proposed.

"Why don’t we search this area and look around nearby?"

This suggestion instantly received a chorus of approval.

"Agree!"

"Sure!"

"Good idea!"

"Search along!"

"Advance further into the Void, let’s go!"

"..."

Within rely a dozen breaths, a Beast King couldn’t wait to unleash Qi Blood power, shattering space, and entering the Void first.

Then, each one followed in succession.

As the last Beast King was about to enter, suddenly, it felt a blackout, its thoughts stalled for half a second.

And then, it lost consciousness, knowing nothing.

Only after more than ten breaths did it realize it could no longer control its body, sealed deep within its Consciousness Space, falling into a state of collapse.

At the sa ti.

After successfully executing a tail strike, Lin Ping’an swiftly suppressed this Dragon Descendant Beast King deep in his Little World, quickly drawing its power.

On the other side, he also used a Demon Seed to control it, intending to convert it into a Demon Seed Avatar for easier Soul-Searching later.

Besides this, after stealthily taking down the last Beast King, he remained relentless, continuing to utilize the "Divine Concealnt Technique," silently following the group.

When he returned to the real world from the Void Domain, he skillfully launched another ambush.

ntal Storm disturbed the mind, Abi Dao Three Blades instantly shattered its physical body.

After subduing the Beast King’s Thought Body, his spiritual power morphed into a Demon Seed, contaminating and controlling the opponent’s Consciousness Space and body.

Within a mont, yet another Dragon Descendant Beast King with Qi Blood exceeding three hundred thousand silently vanished from the troop’s tail.

A mont later.

The many Dragon Descendant Beast Kings still noticed nothing.

After all, who could have imagined a sneaky Old Liu specializing in lurking at the back for ambushes?

Moreover, these Beast Kings weren’t familiar with each other, lacking mutual vigilance.

Unexpectedly, not noticing the addition, they didn’t discover anything this ti.

Of course, this might also be related to Lin Ping’an operating the Earth Level Technique "Divine Concealnt Technique."

This cultivation technique involves presence, distorting common sense, or affecting recognition to so degree.

While it might not work against those of the sa grade, when it cos to bullying weaklings, it can effectively crush them without a word.

Its destructive power is off the charts.

It offers a thousand percent power boost against weaklings.

Normally, these Beast Kings and Lin Ping’an should be of the sa Ninth Grade.

But in reality, compared to ordinary Ninth Grade, Lin Ping’an’s extraordinary existence is incomparable.

That’s precisely why the "Divine Concealnt Technique" displays such effects.