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Above the horizon, the black hole formed by the explosion and collapse of the spiritual energy was deeper black than the night, and below was the white light of countless divine spells converging together, more dazzling than all the white.

Black and white are intertwined, and there is a horizontal dividing line, as if the whole world has been divided into two parts.

Even the Demon Emperor sitting on the high platform couldn't see through what kind of battle was in the white mang, and could only vaguely see a few vague shadows.

The only thing that is beyond doubt is that the damage of the Wan Clan this time will not be too light. Too many strong men approached the onslaught of the rage, and there were not many that could withstand it, let alone the melee that followed.

Just resisting the impact requires a lot of spiritual power and blood energy, and it also needs to fight in it, if it lasts too long and dies too much, I am afraid that the continuation of all races will be interrupted for a while.

Although the Demon Emperor is self-respecting, he doesn't want to see all races like this, it's just that they can't interfere in the ongoing battle, and it's useless to be in a hurry.

In mid-air, corpses began to fall, and after the terrifying heat of Bai Mang's scorching heat, no matter how strong the ten thousand clans were in life, the corpses also turned into charred black, and even when they fell to the ground, they were still burning with fire.

The surrounding tribes couldn't help but tremble as they watched the charred corpse gradually turn to ashes. In any case, they didn't expect that the lives of the powerhouses of the Divine Hidden Realm would be harvested by others so easily, just like grass mustard.

If there was no white mang's cover, how tragic would that raging battle be?

The strong people of all races dare not think that those strong people who have already participated in the competition for other places are even more fortunate in their hearts, if they are lucky to compete for the first place, they really won't even have flying ashes left, and the impact of the white mang alone is enough to kill them.

If there was no defense formed by the Demon Emperor joining forces, thousands of miles of heaven and earth would be in ruins, terrifying as hell.

Countless spiritual rays flashed out of the white expanse, and the earth-shattering roar could form fluctuations visible to the naked eye, but this was just aftermath, and the real internal battle was already extremely fierce!

The old dragon emperor naturally didn't bother with these little things, he still closed his eyes and recuperated. The destruction of all the powerhouses of the Divine Hidden Realm may not be able to make him show any shocked looks.

Even ordinary people who have lived for 10,000 years are used to the rise and fall of Wang Shi, how can they care about the life and death of several people?

Emperor Xiong's body leaned forward slightly, his fists were already clenched, he kept squinting and opening his eyes, trying to see through the white light, but it only made his eyes hurt for a while, he didn't know any pupil skills, and his spiritual sense couldn't extend in, so he naturally fell into a state of anxiety.

"Stinky boy, what's wrong with you? Why don't you even have a shadow? Even if you're dead, why don't you let out a fart and tell me, and let me wait in such a hurry?"

Yu Honglian sat beside Emperor Xiong very peacefully, bowing her head slightly, not looking at the dazzling white light, not seeing anything, not saying anything, with her cultivation, she would be blinded.

It's not that you don't worry about Wang Shi, but you don't need to worry.

Since it has been agreed, it is good to wait for Wang Shi to come back with peace of mind.

Compared to the restlessness of the other demon emperors, Fu Qian was more calm, he looked at the white expanse, he could vaguely see a few shadows flickering in it, and also looked at the corpses that kept falling, and felt more and more relieved.

Wang Shi will definitely die, and all that remains is the question of ownership. If Rong Cang can grab Wang Shi's head, it will naturally be a good thing; if he doesn't grab it, it can't be regarded as a bad thing, Rong Cang's murderous aura is too heavy, it's time for him to encounter setbacks and sharpen his temperament, if it has been like this, how can he inherit the great cause?

However, Fu Gan's gaze suddenly moved, and he quickly swept towards each charred corpse.

"Why are all corpses separated? How can there be so many headless corpses? The wound on the neck, so smooth, is cut with a sharp divine weapon?"

Fu Qian used his powerful pupil technique to try his best to restore the scene of the deceased's last moments.

"Who could it be? Who among the tribes is good at using sharp weapons?"

"One, two, three...... XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII...... Seventy-eight?" When Fu Qian counted this number, he was completely shocked.

Seventy-eight corpses were decapitated, which means that they most likely died at the hands of the same demon clan! And that's just the number that can be seen, and the demon clan that was directly wiped out in the white mang!

"Who will it be, who will it be, who will it be?"

Fu Qian kept questioning in his heart, and a shadow suddenly flashed in his mind, and a cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.

"Is that Terran?!"

When Fu Qian insisted on countless corpses and finally captured the breath of déjà vu, he also affirmed his idea.

"How is this possible? How can that Terran not die? How can he kill so many strong people?"

Deduced such a result, Fu Qian himself didn't want to believe it.

After being in shock for a long time, Fu Qian finally came to his senses, and in this short period of time, three more headless corpses fell.

Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Fu Qian stabilized his voice that might tremble, stood up, showed a worried look, and said: "All races should work together to rush out of the wilderness! We must not slaughter into a pile of white bones in front of our own door! Such a scuffle, with such a large number of casualties, has gone against our original intention!"

All the demon emperors also nodded, after all, there were too many corpses falling in mid-air, and it was only a moment, and they were already all over the ground, who knows how many survived in mid-air?

"Therefore, I want to join forces with all the Demon Emperors to remove this impact, make the situation clearer, not to damage more juniors, and retain the foundation of our ten thousand races!"

"What the Fuqian Dragon Emperor said is very true!"

"Agree with this suggestion!"

Just as the Demon Emperor nodded one after another, the Bear Emperor snorted coldly.

"Emperor Xiong, what do you mean by this?" Fu Qian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and still asked in a calm tone.

"Hehe, the weasel greets the chickens for the New Year--I don't have a good heart! Who knows what the hell you have to do, anyway, I will oppose what you approve of. ”

"Hmph, Emperor Xiong, I know you have a holiday with me, but now it's the ...... of all races."

Emperor Xiong immediately raised his voice and interrupted: "Do what you want, don't pull me, and don't say so much useless!"

Fu Qian gasped, he didn't want to conflict with the Xiong Emperor for the time being, he just wanted to prove the conjecture in his heart and deal with this matter as much as possible, he said to the other demon emperors: "Everyone, join forces to remove this white light!"

The ten Demon Emperors did not delay any longer, and immediately joined forces to exert the true power of the Heavenly Demons, stealing the sky and changing the day, absorbing all the dazzling white light.

Although there was still a black hole in the sky, casting a huge black shadow, the situation in mid-air was enough to see very clearly.

The surrounding races have been directly emitted by the white light for too long, or permanently or temporarily lost their light, and the spiritual sense cannot get much information when they probe it.

However, the Demon Emperors maintained a standing posture, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of shock!

In just half a moment, there were only twenty of the more than 300 Divine Hidden Realm clans left! And those twenty survivors were all scarred, and many of them could fall at any time.

Glory bursts out in an instant, but it goes to destruction in an instant!

Even the Demon Emperor, who had experienced countless winds and waves, was full of shock in his heart at this time.

The survivors in mid-air suddenly lost their light in front of them, and their vision was still in the white expanse, but they could also detect that some changes had occurred, and they all froze in their original positions, without any movement, just expanding their spiritual consciousness outward. The situation is unclear, so it's better not to act rashly.

"That human race, is it still alive?" The Demon Emperor of the Nine-Headed Python Clan couldn't help but whisper, his pupil technique was the strongest among the Demon Emperors, and he was naturally able to see some things first.

"Impossible? How could the Terrans still be alive?"

"The Terrans...... It's alive!"

When the Demon Emperors saw the pitch-black knife in Wang Shi's hand, they instantly thought of those headless corpses, and immediately understood the connection.

"Is it Wang Shi, who killed so many of my ten thousand clans?" the Demon Emperor couldn't help but lose his voice a little and asked himself.

Fu Qian was still able to maintain his composure, after all, he was the first to judge this matter, and now it has been confirmed, but he did not have the slightest sense of satisfaction, only endless shame.

Emperor Xiong rubbed his eyes, and finally saw the situation in mid-air, and immediately patted his legs and laughed, and said, "Stinky boy, it's not bad!"

The Demon Emperors looked at the Bear Emperor, and their eyes were instantly full of murderous intent.

Emperor Xiong suppressed his laughter, forced his eyes back, and said, "What, you want to try it with me?"

Fu Qian said: "The human race has killed countless of my races, and I deserve to die!"

Emperor Xiong had to laugh out loud and said, "You set the rules, and if you suffer a loss, you want to change the rules." Fu Qian, old thief, aren't you a three-year-old kid, you can use everything as a game, and you are only allowed to use it to your advantage?"

Fu Qian glanced at the ancestor imperceptibly, and found that the ancestor didn't care about the fact that almost all the tribes were buried, and he still didn't even raise his eyelids. Fu Qian's heart was once again bottomless, and he didn't know where to go next.

When the Demon Emperor and the Bear Emperor were confronting, the twenty remaining powerhouses in mid-air immediately attacked and killed together!

Fu Qian turned his gaze and thought in his heart: Rong Cang is not dead, Tongqi is not dead, Kun Zhen of the Xuan Ming Clan is not dead, and there are many strong people, they can still kill Wang Shi, don't make a move for the time being, and wait and see.

The eyes of the other demon emperors were also attracted to it, and they forgot about it for the time being.

The earth-shattering collision happened immediately!