"You shouldn’t have spoken with for so long," he said, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Originally, I hadn’t fully taken control of this body, and you still had a sliver of hope for victory."
"But now, there is none."
"Not necessarily," Qin Chuan murmured.
In the next instant, the ominous expression on his face suddenly shifted.
His near-perfect body shuddered, and a lump of flesh sprouted from his chest.
Golden patterns blossod, the mutation was imdiately suppressed, but his expression beca unprecedentedly grave.
"What... what have you done?!"
"Do you know, Lin Yue and I combined, we carry the fortune of twelve clans from the Heavenly Do Rank over the past twenty thousand years," Qin Chuan said softly. "With so much fortune, so things that should have been impossible now have a chance of happening."
"For example, while you were focused on during our conversation, you didn’t even notice that a Third Rank player has appeared."
The ominous expression changed rapidly, and he violently turned his head to see a figure with blood-red skin and silver hair, his pupils shrinking sharply.
"You..."
"Truly... a nauseating hybrid clan, the fusion of life is not such a primitive thing." The mysterious powerhouse who suddenly appeared looked disdainfully at the ominous presence, "After all these years, Pang Jialai has still only learned this bit of superficial knowledge from ."
"Thornstein?!" The ominous figure called out in alarm, his eyes losing their usual composure for the first ti, "You’re not dead?!"
"Is an ancestor who led a clan to the Heavenly Do Rank so easy to kill?" The man known as Thornstein chuckled, "Pang Jialai’s betrayal must have sothing to do with you, right?"
"It seems our hatred is not insignificant," his eyes flashed sharply, looking at Qin Chuan, "I’ll deal with the body."
"That would be a great help," Qin Chuan smiled. "I’ll reclaim his authority."
The ominous figure indeed had more authority than he did.
But he lacked the backend login authority, aning all other authorities could not be used normally.
As long as he didn’t enter the backend, in terms of authority, there wasn’t much that the ominous figure could do to him.
This was also the reason why the opponent sweet-talked, attempting to tempt him to hand over the authority.
Originally, the opponent’s formidable power posed a not insignificant threat to Qin Chuan.
But now with the help of the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit, Thornstein, things had beco much simpler.
"Damn you!!!" The ominous figure let out an angry roar, but his body crumbled swiftly under Thornstein’s control.
"You shouldn’t have trusted Pang Jialai." Thornstein said with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "His study of life is so crude it makes laugh."
"Although he has made so progress over the past tens of thousands of years, I have never ceased advancing."
The ominous figure attempted to kill Thornstein but was completely blocked by the suddenly intervening Qin Chuan with his left hand.
Eventually, with a defiant howl, the body of the ominous figure collapsed completely, leaving behind only a rotten and incomplete corpse.
"Is this a Manager’s corpse?" Thornstein looked on with a touch of envy, "Pity, I cannot attain such power."
Qin Chuan calmly stepped forward, reaching out his hand towards the corpse.
"Stop! I beg you!"
The voice of the ominous figure, filled with terror, resounded in his mind.
"Becoming a Manager is aningless for you; you will be confined to the Heavenly Do Rank, never able to leave."
"It’s a prison!"
"Give it up! Do not try to grasp such power!"
"You will beco a pawn of the gods, never able to break free!"
Qin Chuan ignored him, his hand steadily nearing the corpse.
While the voice of the ominous figure grew increasingly terrified.
"No! Don’t!!!"
"Buzz—"
With a soft sound, the corpse disintegrated upon contact, golden patterns climbing over Qin Chuan’s body before slowly retreating into it.
The complete Manager’s Authority was obtained by Qin Chuan at that mont.
He squeezed his hand, feeling the power surging through him.
The voice of the ominous figure had disappeared without trace.
But it had not completely gone away.
Qin Chuan raised his head, looking at a certain point in the void, and with a wave of his hand.
The ominous presence hiding sowhere in the backend let out a scream, its force diminished by ninety-nine percent in an instant.
The loophole was left by the gods; the Manager’s authority could only suppress, not truly annihilate.
But it was enough to temporarily silence the ominous figure.
Having finished all this, Qin Chuan turned to look at Thornstein.
"The Moon Spirit Clan is dood to extinction," Thornstein sighed. "In fact, we should have been extinguished in the previous ten thousand years, not being a match for the Immortal King."
"The Moon Spirit Clan might not necessarily face extinction," Qin Chuan said softly.
"Hm?" Thornstein looked at Qin Chuan in surprise.
The Human Race would not easily hand over a victory so close at hand to the Moon Spirit Clan, and the authority the Moon Spirit Clan claid externally that could avoid their extinction actually did not exist.
Qin Chuan’s words now implied...
Considering this possibility, Thornstein’s expression changed abruptly.
Qin Chuan smiled calmly, slowly saying.
"Are you interested in making a big move?"
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[Clan War is over]
[Victor: Human Race]
These two lines appeared before all surviving beings in the Heavenly Do Rank, signifying that the Clan War, which lasted 240 hours, had completely ended.
Many surviving Moon Spirits broke down crying, their entire clan enveloped in an atmosphere of sorrow and despair.
Was their clan really going to be wiped off the face of existence?
A blood moon shone in the firmant.
This ti, without the assistance of any power, the First Rank, Second Rank, and Third Rank all saw it simultaneously.
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