As the hundred breaths of ti beca closer, the Blood Witch Divine King, who initially remained unperturbed, grew increasingly suspicious:
"One, two, three, four, five... How can this be?"
"On the Inferior Earth Emperor’s side, with its three divine-level combatants..."
"But the Divine Enthronent auras I faintly sense number more than ten types..."
"Just how many divine clans outside the Ghost Lamp world covetously eye us, only to awaken and think of the heinous wolves entering the sheepfold, eager to divide the spoils together?"
"What?!
Bertnar was shocked, forgetting to use respectful titles, his expression exaggerated:
"Ye, could it be deceitful skills involving fraud?"
"In the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, achieving the position of a True God entitles one to claim a grand world and reign supre."
"If a force possesses two or three Divine Enthronents, it would certainly be among the top supre forces."
"For example, the chanic God Mountain, the Inferior Earth Abyss... or the Asura King in life. They are the strongest, presiding over all beings, avoiding even being challenged by other divine clans to avoid trouble."
"You said there are over ten divine auras; such a significant number of Divine Enthronents, not even seven abysses combined could gather that many."
"Although our Ming Lamp Night Clan has made countless enemies, generations of clan leaders have been decisive in their killings, exterminating those we could, and with those remaining, even with friction, why would they conspire together to surround and hunt us in the Ghost Lamp Abyss?"
The more Bertnar spoke, the more absurd it seed. He racked his brains but couldn’t fathom the mystery within.
Yet the person speaking was his own son, now having achieved the status of a Witch God, and the weight of his words, as he gazed down at a circle of Holy Spirits around him, was naturally significant.
"It doesn’t seem fake..."
The Blood Witch Divine King focused his senses for a long ti, his throat seeming rusty, becoming even more difficult:
"Divine fluctuations combining together, like the Four Seas boiling, the montum is imposing..."
"I have never sensed such an oppressive life magnetism. The disaster of the Ghost Lamp is ten tis, a hundred tis, a thousand tis more severe than we expected..."
Ye Ying, Night Roufeng, Ye Tieqi... all the saints of the Ye Clan fell into a daze.
"It’s impossible..."
"This ten thousand years of calm, even if there were enemy gods coveting, to be so ostentatious... Just how idle are they, all focusing on our Ghost Lamp?"
Ye Xuanren’s war spirit plumted. If the gap between the enemy and us weren’t significant, there would still be the suspense of a desperate fight.
Ten tis the Blood Witch Divine King, a few portions casually split would render him incapable of multitasking.
The remaining ones, with a wave of their hand, how could those under Divine Enthronent survive? Wouldn’t they all turn to ashes at a single thought? Where would there be the courage to fight for even a piece of flesh?
"Once the seal is lifted, true or not, it will be evident at a glance."
The Blood Witch Divine King suddenly took a deep breath, the river of blood imdiately reversed, the night faded, the sky transitioned to a translucent state, and a hazy image from the outside world passed through.
"Sing——"
A Fire Phoenix, hiding in a sky-high pillar of fire, sensed sothing, and returned with a glance.
Bertnar’s doubts vanished; his jaw nearly dropped to the ground, stamring:
"Hundred-Refined Phoenix Queen... Hiss, that’s the guardian deity of Fire God Mountain..."
"She carries a portion of the Vermilion Bird’s bloodline from the Ancient Cosmos, renowned for a long ti. The flas she wields are blisteringly hot, and she is exceptionally hard to kill..."
"Since when did our Ming Lamp Night Clan provoke her? From the look in her eyes, it’s clearly a sign of malice, like she’s a fierce bandit bent on our annihilation..."
"Whoosh——"
The second image mirrored the night sky; it was a giant, perhaps ten thousand ters tall.
The towering visual impact made it seem like all beings were unworthy even to prostrate under his feet, to glimpse his every move they could only look up, and then grow more fearful in their hearts.
"Titan Giant God... Is that the Valley Master of Giant Valley?"
"During the Asura King’s lifeti, there were indeed so conflicts with them, mostly incited by the pugnacious nature of the Giant Clan and the Ancestor, but they were eventually ’peacefully’ resolved."
"Given the straightforward nature of the Giant Clan, why now are they so grudging, suddenly seeking old scores?"
Bertnar’s jaw still failed to close; not only was he dumbfounded, but the dignified Holy King and father of a Divine Enthronent could not summon any strength, his limbs numb.
Then, the third scene, the fourth scene... one after another, the Spicy Demon Emperor, Eighteen-Winged Divine Codex Angel, Ginseng Marshal... the divine forms of all gods flashed like fleeting scenes.
Without-Sun City——pin-drop silence!
In this mont, whether saint or mortal, their blood no longer boiled, as if cold frost continuously poured in, their flesh and soul on the brink of collapse!
"What on earth happened in these ten thousand years?"
"We stayed within the Ghost Lamp, without contact with the outside world, could it be the Death Sect clans mbers wandering outside who caused such a catastrophic ss?"
The aged and decrepit Ye Tianming turned ashen, the breath stuck in his throat.
In the end, he even started rambling, his suspicions growing increasingly unrealistic.
By then, Ye Qianmo, Ye Shu, Ye Qiangwei, all looked at him as if he were a fool.
Even if the Ancestor Asura King resurrected, he couldn’t have caused such a disaster.
The clan mbers sent out were all potentials, yet potential should have limits, shouldn’t it? Such an unprecedented grand scenario, did they rob these divine clans’ ancestors’ tombs, infuriating them to unite, sparing no cost for an attack?
"Damn, to die at the hands of so many Divine Enthronents, this lifeti is worth living!"
Ye Tianming awoke from his stupor; with a stomp of his cane, he was both furious and timid:
"Witness, all gods, the end of the Ghost Lamp!"
"Ancestor Asura, Shitian Ancestor, if hell knows, they wouldn’t bla us!"
"They would only think that their descendants are imnsely incredible!"
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