Chaos Ancestral God: Volume 3

By Si Chen

Was the original world really an illusion? He continued the fate from a thousand years ago. For the sake of his beloved woman, he once again threw himself into the world of blood and slaughter. When he brandished his butcher's knife for his only friend, he suddenly discovered that the world had changed drastically!

In the Primal Chaos Great World, there was killing on the path of martial arts. Nine cities were established, and the divine artifacts were divided into one. The legendary Great Dao of Martial Arts was something that he could not find. Who knew that he would suddenly look back and see it in his heart! What new strength would accompany it …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: May 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781649356079

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ALLIANCE(2)

CHAPTER 201 - DEVIL SECT GUARDIAN BEAST(PART III)

Seeing the clan members retreat like the tide towards the Thin Strip of Sky that was hard to defend, Ding Cong instinctively followed the stream of people and retreated. When he approached the entrance of the Thin Strip of Sky, he saw over a dozen elderly men walking out. With steady steps, they gave off a strong battle Qi as they headed towards the wide valley grounds.

What are they doing? Why don't you take shelter for a bit? Ding Cong frowned. While pondering, he also entered the Thin Strip of Sky out of curiosity. Wherever his gaze passed by, he saw that the several thousand clansmen, were all lined up in a row, with perhaps ten or twenty of them. With sorrowful expressions on their faces, they silently guarded the only entrance to the Thin Strip of Sky.

And the big room where Ding Cong was led to meet the Patriarch was not too far away from him. As for the clan head, he stood shoulder to shoulder with a haggard old man. His expression was also one of desolation and sadness. Ding Cong's gaze was wandering and he keenly noticed that everyone in this family had a layer of mist on their eyes!

What's going on? Why is it that all youngsters have this kind of expression? Since there are enemies invading us, then let's go and fight them. Why must we go through such a pitiful state? Since he couldn't figure it out, he asked and Ding Cong walked towards the chief in big strides.

Patriarch, Ding Cong went straight to the point, What exactly happened here? What happened? Please make it clear. If you wish to meet me, then it is fated. If there is anything that can help, I am willing to help."

Even though Ding Cong said this, he was still thinking the same thing. Originally, because this race was simple-minded and simple-minded, and had recognized the strength of their own body, no matter how one put it, it was useless. In the end, the first move failed, and the thought of taming it vanished. It would take a lot of thought and effort to get it right. But now, this clan seemed to be facing a great danger, causing their entire clan to panic. If he could help them solve their problems, then it would be a piece of cake for him to subdue them in the future. Therefore, Ding Cong was straightforward. Without even asking what danger the other party was in, and without even thinking about whether he could deal with it, he asked for help.

The Patriarch initially didn't want to pay any attention to Ding Cong. His heart was in that vast land in the valley. However, when the old man next to him saw Ding Cong, his eyes lit up and his expression became much more excited than before. Seeing that the Patriarch didn't want to pay any attention to Ding Cong, he quickly reached out his hand to pinch Ding Cong's back to remind him.

With a pinch, the clan leader turned around and glanced at him. When he clearly saw the expression on the Prophet's face, the dissatisfied words that he originally wanted to say were forcibly swallowed back into his stomach. His body also fiercely trembled as his expression changed, becoming joyous or surprised …

...

What do you know? To make you so excited, you don't even care about your life. The Patriarch looked at the Prophet lying on the bed and said softly: You can just wait here quietly. Our tribe has practiced this technique many times, even if we don't accurately judge the arrival of the Devil Monster, we should be able to retreat quickly so that no casualties will occur. But … Patriarch's heart turned bitter: According to the previous plan we have to sacrifice some of the elders who are of the same generation as us."

Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with my body. The clan has met with calamity. As a prophet, how could I not go out and stand shoulder to shoulder with everyone? The Prophet struggled out of bed, straightened his messy clothes, and said to the chief, Of course, before that, there are some things that I must tell you. If I don't finish my words and die, then I will truly become a great sinner of our clan."

Oh? Tell me."

This time, in order to find a way out for my people, I have wasted ten years of my life. Speaking up to this point, the prophet's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. His hands also tightly clenched together, emitting the sounds of bones rubbing together. However, this time, it was really worth it. Because, I finally understand a trace of destiny. Our clan has a hope. "

What? The chief was shocked and asked, What hope?

Recently, there will be a savior coming from the south. He will rescue our clan from death and break away from this deep and fiery abyss. He will lead us towards our new home, allowing our clan to grow swiftly and grow stronger. He will not be able to slowly go extinct like now."

Ah! That would be great. When the Patriarch heard, even the worries of the Devil Monster's assault were swept away, and he beamed with joy. But then he frowned and said, But where are we going to find a savior? He doesn't even know him. Even if we do find him, what right does he have to help our family? You have to know, that Devil Monster is extremely powerful, and can't even withstand our clan's special physique!

Hehe, the prophet chuckled, but it gave off the impression that he was exceptionally cunning and insidious. We know that Devil Monster is powerful, but that savior doesn't.

Yeah. The chief also came to a realization. Since he doesn't know, maybe once we go to ask, he'll agree. But, Stopping for a moment, the chief hesitantly raised a sharp question. But what if that savior is not a match for that damned Devil Monster? "

How could that be? The prophet looked calm. If he can't defeat or destroy the Devil Monster, then he can't be called a savior. Don't worry about that. Besides, you don't need to worry about what you said earlier. As I said, this lifespan of ten years is truly worth it. That's because I've also obtained a guide. As long as that savior appears, I will be able to sense him."

After the prophet finished speaking, his face grew even calmer. What he had just said was only half of what he had said. There was still a final paragraph that he had not said: If the guidance worked and found the clan's savior, then the prophet would have to pay a price — no more than that day!

That's great. The chief did not know about this and after feeling happy about it, he said, Let's go. We need to get out of here quickly. We still have to face the attacks of the Devil Monster. "

One more thing, the prophet said gravely to the patriarch, I must remind you to pay close attention to the strangers who have been coming and going, especially from the south. Because our clan's savior is among those people.

Un, don't worry. I will pay more attention. It is a matter of life and death for our clan. I will not let my guard down. Seeing the serious expression on the prophet's face, the patriarch made his promise. Then, he suddenly thought of something, and said to Chu Feng, Don't tell me that today, there really is someone from the south. However, he couldn't survive in the south, and was forced to flee, so he shouldn't be our savior?

Oh? The prophet raised an eyebrow and nodded. Alright, let's go out and arrange for a response. When I see him, I'll know.

… …

Standing outside the large room and looking at the ten elders of the same race, the Patriarch and the Prophet sighed. They only waved their hands, not saying a single word. The ten of them smiled and nodded at the same time, then looked around at the rooftops, at the farmhouses, and at the people around them. They then turned around, and faced the flow of people rushing over, who avoided the attacks of the Devil Monster, and walked out of the Thin Strip of Sky realm with large strides. With every step they took, an aura filled with a strong will to fight spread out from within their bodies. "This will to fight, which required the burning of one's life, gathered around them and followed their footsteps as they charged towards the valley …

Watching these ten figures gradually disappear into the crowd, the Patriarch and the Prophet looked at each other and realized that a thick layer of mist was covering each other's eyes.

According to the clan's prior agreement, if there was no way to fight against the Devil Monster, then they could only compromise with it. On one hand, there were still some elderly who would return with glory in a few years' time. On the other hand, even though the Devil Monster was vicious and greedy, its appetite was not big enough to swallow the entire clan in one go. Therefore, he decided to send these elders, who were about to return, to the Devil Monster to eat. The advantage of not being able to do so was obvious. It could be used to replace many of the younger generation members of their own clan, and at the same time, satisfy the Devil Monster. The only thing lacking was this kind of return. It was not the 'return' of the tribe, and there was no longer the glory that they held in high esteem.

However, for the sake of the safety of their entire clan, what was the glory of a single person?

As a result, when the clan made this decision, the older members would fight to be the first to ask for the Devil Monster to replace them!

In the end, the ten oldest people obtained this special honor!

That was a team formed by the ten old men from before!

For the sake of their clan's living space, they rushed out of the defensive Thin Strip of Sky without hesitation.

In their hearts, they knew that they would never be able to return. Therefore, before they left, they took one last look at their departed Tu Family Garden, and forever branded it in the deepest part of their hearts, the deepest part of their souls!

And then, without hesitation, they ignited all their remaining life force, erupting with their strongest battle power. Supported by an unstoppable will, they charged into the Guardian Beast of the Devil Religion!

Use our flesh and blood, and our spirit to proclaim, our War Clan will not yield, and will not defeat!

Even if we die, we have to burst forth with our most brilliant side!

Fight!

CHAPTER 202 - WARFARE!(PART I)

The clan leader and the prophet, as well as those who knew the purpose of this trip by the ten elders, all shed tears and dust. In their eyes, there was no sky, no land, no sun, no moon, no stars. Without the obstruction of the tunnel, they continued along in the same direction as the ten Elders!

When Ding Cong came over, it was at this critical moment. When he asked the chief about this, it naturally caused him to be dissatisfied. Not getting angry on the spot was already giving him face.

Behind the clan leader, the Prophet, in his grief, suddenly felt his mind tremble, and his life force, which was considered abundant, began to rapidly drain away.

What's going on? The prophet was shocked. Why is this happening? My body can still hold out for a while? Ah — could it be that the savior had arrived? The directions have already been activated?

The prophet hurriedly looked around, only to see that he was surrounded by his own people. Could it be that the savior is still with my people?

Thinking about this, when he heard Ding Cong ask about the Patriarch, his eyes couldn't shift away!

Savior! He was the savior!

The moment the prophet saw Ding Cong, he felt his life force begin to rapidly wither.

This was the sign of the flare-up!

The heavens truly do not stop our clan! The prophet sighed with emotion, but the patriarch didn't seem to care about him at all. He quickly reached behind the patriarch's back and squeezed as hard as he could. When the chief turned around to look at him, his one and only bright eye was cast towards Ding Cong.

The Patriarch instantly understood what he meant. His previous conversation with the prophet echoed in his ears …

Hur hur, you've come. Just now, what did you ask? The chief immediately changed his smiling face and used a respectful address. Under the puzzled gazes of the other clansmen, he quickly walked up to Ding Cong.

Ugh … I am... Um, I want to ask, what happened? What were the ten old men doing just now? Why didn't he avoid them and go out instead? Also, is there anything I can help with? Ding Cong was obviously not used to the sudden change in attitude and was stuttering when he spoke, but he still repeated what he meant.

Oh my god, the savior has really come. When the Patriarch heard Ding Cong's words, he was so excited that hot tears filled his eyes. He thought to himself, As expected of the savior, to want to help my race escape from the sea of suffering with just one mouth.

At that moment, he patiently explained in detail about the connection between his clan and the Devil Monster that was being attacked outside, as well as the reason why the ten elders had left earlier.

After all of this was over, Ding Cong felt a sharp pain from the bottom of his heart!

What kind of race was this?

What kind of people are these?

What kind of disaster was this?

Such a race had actually been forced into a situation where they were forced to eat!

"I am not a saint. I cannot save everyone from their suffering. He might not even have the confidence to reach the tenth floor if he wanted to save his people. However, Ding Cong's chest heaved up and down. He could feel that the blood in his body was boiling!

But, since I've met him, how can I not care about him?

How can you let the ten old people just die like that? Ding Cong let out a loud roar. His eyes were wide open, spewing out anger that made people unable to look at him directly.

Clan leader, Right at this moment, a clan member hurriedly ran over and gasped for breath as he quickly said, Clan leader, my father and the others … They... Has returned... But that Devil Monster still hadn't left … and come running down here... It's done …"

Boom!

The crowd exploded!

They could only watch helplessly as their own clan's seniors and elders went to their deaths. Who wouldn't feel sad? This way, even more clansmen would die. Only when he was forced to did he harden his heart!

He could only hope that he could send away that plague like Devil Monster at such a small price. But he did not expect that the Devil Monster was still not satisfied and still wanted to kill his clansmen!

The second column! The Patriarch didn't answer Ding Cong, he only shouted a few words into the crowd. Following his shout, ten white-haired old men walked out of the crowd and into the face of the chief.

Just like before, they didn't say a single word, only looking around from east to west and north to south. And then, they lined up neatly, turned around at the same time, and rushed out of the Thin Strip of Sky with large strides.

That was the only way for Devil Monster to enter!

As for them, they were the second group, preparing for another form of 'return'!

With every step they took, ten streams of battle intent were emitted from their bodies, continuously rising …

Stop! Seeing this scene, Ding Cong's tears also flowed down. He had just heard the chief's story, how could he not know that this was the second batch of people who were sending themselves to their deaths!

Ding Cong's heart ached all of a sudden. He almost subconsciously used up all of his strength to shout and his neck muscles started to jump up and down. Blood began to gush out, filling his entire face. It was bright red, and he looked exceptionally terrifying!

Hu … The Patriarch let out a long breath, but his heart was finally at ease. He clearly knew that Ding Cong was his savior, but he pretended not to know and ignored him. He directly ordered his people to send themselves to their deaths. That was a gamble!

Bet that Ding Cong will take action!

Betting on Ding Cong's humanity!

Betting on Ding Cong … It was that savior!

He had made the right bet!

Ding Cong finally screamed and went to stop his clansmen from committing suicide.

Why did Ding Cong make a move?

With his personality, he inherited a trace of evil from the essencial self. Few people care about how others feel, I do what I want, whether it's worth it or not, whether it's useful or not.

Even when he first saw this clan that made a living from battle, he had initially thought about whether he could win over or subdue his subordinates, and then use them to deal with several great clans in the south.

If there were no benefits, he was basically unwilling to help. Even if there were, it was mostly because of women!

However, don't forget, people have guts and emotions. They can also be excited, they can also cry, they can also be sad, and they can also be angry!

A person's heart was made of flesh, Ding Cong was no exception!

Tat tat tat!

Even though the ten elders heard the loud roar that could shake thousands of their clansmen, they did not stop and continued moving forward. They reached the entrance of the tunnel leading to the valley near Thin Strip of Sky immediately!

Stop, make them stop. Ding Cong shouted at the family head in anger and pointed at the ten elders.

They can't stop. The chief hardened his heart and wanted to force Ding Cong, because he did not say anything about going to deal with the Devil Monster. If they did not go, more of their people would die. If the Devil Monster is full, it will leave. "

Bastard, fuck your mother! Ding Cong shouted at the top of his lungs, and finally raged: Get them to come back, I will take care of that Devil Monster!

You're finally willing to make a move. The clan leader's back was already drenched in cold sweat. If all your nagging is useless, Ding Cong can do whatever you want. He's not my relative anyway, and it has nothing to do with me. If you want to send them to their deaths, then go and die … Then, let's … Luckily, a nameless fire started burning in Ding Cong's heart!

Alright, I'll have them come back.

The Patriarch's straightforward reply stunned Ding Cong for a second. Only now did he realize that his anger had come for no reason.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Just at this moment, the heaven-shaking sound had closed in and the ground began to tremble more violently than before.

Ah!

Following dozens of gasps of shock, they saw that at the mouth of the Thin Strip of Sky tunnel, there was an additional huge head that was sixty to seventy meters long!

CHAPTER 203 - WARFARE!(PART II)

A sharp horn that was around three meters long first probed into the Thin Strip of Sky. Under the illumination of the sunlight, the brilliant horns were suffused with a faint glow. Beneath him, a pair of large eyeballs hung from the sides of a wide nose that was as big as a piece of rock. They revealed a sinister and ominous glint as they fiercely stared at the open space in the Thin Strip of Sky, which was filled with thousands of people.

As for the ten old men, they were only about thirty or forty meters away from him. He could even smell the stench of blood which filled the air.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Everyone felt as if the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. However, the passageway to the Thin Strip of Sky was rather narrow, as Devil Monster were unable to pass through. However, it relied on its indestructible body to forcefully break through the obstructions and charge in!

All of you, come back quickly. The Patriarch's summons finally came out after a brief moment of shock.

Boom!" Dong!

And at this time, on the two sides of the Thin Strip of Sky, because of the Devil Monster's forceful collision, two large pieces collapsed, falling down, and shattered rocks splashed everywhere.

Amidst the flying of the flying sand, the Devil Monster advanced nearly ten meters!

As for the ten old men, they had originally been determined to die, and hadn't held back in their speed at all. In that moment, they continued onward another sixty meters.

The distance between the two was now less than thirty meters!

Roar!

With a roar, the Devil Monster saw that the human was not afraid of its dignity.

He immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of emerald green mucus towards the ten people. The mucus was produced by the body of this beast, and was also one of its major techniques. As a result, the secretion of the mucus was slow, it was not easy to accumulate, and it had strong corrosive properties. Even the super physique of the people of War Clan could not withstand it.

"Ah!

Ten exclamations of surprise …

They did not expect the Devil Monster to be angered to such an extent, and to use such a powerful mucus. To evade was already impossible!

Is this the way to die? What a useless fellow, he didn't even manage to fight once!" This was what they thought.

Ha …

Dong!

Woosh ~ ~ ~

In the blink of an eye, those ten old men had been corroded by the mucus, melted their bones, and lost their lives on the spot. Because the people from War Clan had seen with their own eyes, unlike the ten people who had died a martyr's death, those who had died in the valley outside, all of them panicked and could not bear to watch, as they closed their eyes one after another. Even the prophet and the chief turned their heads to the side, wishing for blood and tears to flow.

Right at that moment, he suddenly heard a long shout, and then he felt the ground tremble. Amidst the deafening sound, it sounded like someone was shooting out at an extremely fast speed, almost exceeding the speed of time!

It was as if the entire world had come to an eternal halt!

The only person who did not stop was Ding Cong!

He was like a falling star in the dark, empty, and boundless night sky!

His speed was extremely fast, leaving behind only a series of grayish-brown images. However, it was because Ding Cong's clothes were still covered in dust and wind, so he did not have the chance to clean them.

At this moment, time stopped and space lost its ability to restrict itself. The distance between the heavens and the earth was about the same.

A distance of less than thirty meters might be considered quite a distance for ordinary people, but for a Devil Monster as large as a mountain, it was basically under his nose. That mouthful of furious mucus instantly crossed half the distance between them …

Whoosh!

A whirlwind suddenly rose up from the flat ground in the middle of the Thin Strip of Sky.

Ding Cong was hidden in the wind!

Because his speed was too fast, when he slowed down, he naturally caused the air to move, forming a strong wind mixed with sand and gravel, which pounced towards the Devil Monster's ferocious head.

Ding Cong, with his domineering speed, quickly rushed towards the ten old men. He waved his hands and threw the two of them behind him.

In the eyes of those who still had their eyes open, there was an extra person appearing out of thin air between the ten seniors and the Devil Monster of the main clan. Then, the ten elders took off at the same time, leaving the vicinity of the Devil Monster, and turned into a parabola, retreating in the air towards their homeland.

Since when did the elders of the clan learn such a unique skill? In their minds, they only had time to think about this before they heard a continuous stream of popping sounds. The ten elders had already heavily crashed into the ground in front of them.

In the distance, Thin Strip of Sky, Ding Cong, and Devil Monster, quickly formed the focal point of everyone!

Puff — -

The Patriarch was also watching and worrying about Ding Cong. Then, he heard a voice beside him that sounded like a balloon had been punctured. Turning his head to take a look, his heart immediately shook!

The prophet of this clan had already fallen to the ground, and blood was still pouring from his mouth …

The life force of the prophet was rapidly diminishing, and his internal organs were rapidly deteriorating. The prophet was no longer able to hold on. The guidance he received that day was because the appearance of Ding Cong, his savior, had robbed him of everything and cut off his life!

When the patriarch approached and crouched down to take the prophet in his arms, his face was pale and purple with a yellow tinge. However, his eyes were still bright, as if the last bit of his life force was still left there!

Follow … While … Savior... Let's go … As the sound of his voice faded, he stopped breathing.

Who would have thought that the Prophet would actually 'return' at a turning point that would affect the future of the entire clan.

The prophets of each generation were not martial practitioners. What they were proficient in was predicting the future. This was a type of Inherent Skill, and was extremely similar to the prophecy the Faculty of Law of Fraternity Technique Principal received from obtaining six words of Tianbao. The difference was, in the early stages, the power of the prophet and the accuracy of calculation required hard work and hard work. As for the later stages, that would depend on how much he had paid!

What this meant was that if they wanted to predict what would happen, they would have to pay a price. And as a price, what they paid was their life force! The more difficult it was, the more he had to pay.

For example, this prophet predicted and calculated events that would affect the future of the entire clan. To him, those events were immeasurably large. Therefore, his sacrifice, would … A lot of things...

Before the Devil Monster attacked, the prophet had told the patriarch that he had sacrificed ten years of his life for this calculation.

But the truth was, he had lied.

Although he still did not say a single word, there was more to it than that.

The real truth was that in order to give the entire family a chance, the Prophet had used all his remaining life as the price to carry out the final — calculation!

Perhaps the heavens were moved by this as well. They even gave him an additional, unconventional guidance, giving him the final step in completing his calculations — finding that savior who brought hope to him!

However, once successful, the prophet's life would be taken away and there would be no room for negotiation!

Prophets were not passed down from generation to generation, but there could only be one in each generation. Perhaps after the return of the last prophet, the next generation of prophets will show some special abilities, indicating that they have inherited the irreplaceable profession of the prophet. Or perhaps, a prophet would be born after a long wait for a few generations.

They did not have any faith in War Clan. Thus, the clan leader was the leader of their survival while the Prophet was their spiritual support!

Even the Prophet's entire life had not been calculated once. If one did not seek for the welfare of the War Clan, their special status would not be shaken at all.

The Prophet was their pillar of support!

But now, the pillar had fallen!

Just as the Devil Monster was about to attack crazily and the entire clan was facing a life and death ordeal, the prophet returned in his own way.

Blue flames emerged from his corpse and began to burn faintly, causing his body to shrink as well. The fire was very strange, and although the patriarch held the body of the prophet in his arms, it did not hurt him at all.

In front of them, Ding Cong and the Devil Monster looked at each other. In Ding Cong's heart, however, his fighting spirit soared. In his blood vessels, blood was boiling and burning like never before in history, and an incomparable amount of energy was being generated in this situation without any warning. As more and more energy gathered, Ding Cong felt as if his body would explode at any time.

To get rid of this situation, he had to release the sudden power, and the only way to release it, and also the most suitable way, was to fight!

CHAPTER 204 - MAZE FIELD!(PART I)

At this moment, the air started to slowly flow from where it solidified, and within a circumference of nearly a hundred Zhang, it was filled with a strong and oppressive aura. This was the aura of slaughter, ignited by an endless amount of fighting spirit.

Roar!

With a roar, the Devil Monster moved!

The gigantic head started to strike its two sides with Thin Strip of Sky, causing the earth to shake and rocks to fly everywhere. Due to the violent impact, the ground was cracked with a few large cracks, which spread out in all directions.

Roar!

With another roar, the two mountain peaks that made up the Thin Strip of Sky slightly shook and trembled as well. The number of cracks continued to increase.

If they were allowed to destroy it, it wouldn't be long before the two sides of the mountain would become hollow and collapse.

Ding Cong didn't move before as he was also waiting for the right moment. The Devil Monster was at the forefront of its anger, so its spirit could not be withstood. Even though Ding Cong was also infuriated, he still retained his rationality. He knew that once he had done it, he would decline and be exhausted. Right now, he was waiting for the Devil Monster's third charge!

Roar!

After all, the Devil Monster was a beast. Even if it had intelligence, it would still not be able to think of this much.

Swoosh!

Amidst the falling stones and flying dust, Ding Cong's figure shot up, cutting through the barrier of space. In a split-second, he leaped to the top of the Devil Monster's head.

Then, an ancient martial skill — Thousand Jin Pendant!

His two feet, which were filled with all the strength of his body, were using the secret technique of breaking through the mountain, rapidly stomping down!

Roar ~ ~ ~

Boom!

Rumble rumble rumble!

100% chance, Ding Cong's first attack, success!

The Devil Monster's roar, from its initial anger, turned into a helpless growl. With a loud rumble, along with the flying of the rocks and the collapse of the ground, the Devil Monster was smashed into the ground by Ding Cong's accumulated energy attack.

Some of the spectators could not help but cheer. Unexpectedly, Ding Cong killed the Devil Monster with a single strike.

Ai! Just as everyone was jumping up and down in joy, someone standing next to the Patriarch let out a sigh.

At this moment, the body of the prophet in the chief's arms had been completely incinerated by the strange flames. How could he not know that the prophet was exchanging his life for the survival of his race, just to give his people a way out. The prophet, on the other hand, had used up all his life and left without glory.

Hearing the sigh, the patriarch asked without turning his head, Lei Dong, why did you come out as well? Pay attention to your injuries. My clan can't take another blow.

The words of the Patriarch were actually very easy to understand. This was because Lei Dong was the clan's instructor. If prophets could be said to be the spiritual backbone of the clansmen, then Lei Dong was the one that they could still fight against!

If something were to happen to Lei Dong as well, the War Clan would lose the will to fight. The Prophet has returned, the future will be unknown, and the courage to survive will wear down. If they didn't even have the courage, then this race wouldn't be far from destruction.

What are you sighing about?

Lei Dong didn't say anything. His eyes were fixated on a figure hovering in the air in front of him!

The clan leader also knew that at a time of life and death for his entire clan, Lei Dong would never retreat or leave. Thus, he asked Lei Dong the reason for his sigh.

I sigh, partly because Ding Cong was really powerful, but when he fought with me, he really gave me some leeway. Looking at him now, he probably only used 30% of his power, but I used a secret technique and still couldn't withstand one of his blows. Second, I am lamenting that my people are too naive. Even though Ding Cong is very brave, that Devil Monster is still not an easy beast to kill. Just with this attack, it will be impossible to kill it.

Oh. The patriarch was still immersed in the pain of losing the prophet, he only replied with a soft 'oh', and didn't have much of a reaction. Instead, he continued to speak with a calm voice, Lei Dong, this Ding Cong is the savior that the prophet had calculated using his life as the price, the savior that can save our race. Do you think he can defeat the Devil Monster?

What? Savior? When Lei Dong heard this, his expression quickly fluctuated. After which, he thought for a while and said: It's hard to say. Although Ding Cong's strength is extraordinary, but I have never seen such a thing in my life. But the Devil Monster was a pet owned by the Devil Religion's Lord of the Realm God, its skin and flesh were rough and thick, and it was tougher than steel, its tendons and bones indestructible. To kill it would be extremely difficult, and even if we were to win, it would take at most fifty percent. "

Could it be that even our savior can't save our clan? The Patriarch looked up at the sky, speechless. His heart was filled with bitterness.

...

Roar!

As Lei Dong had said, even though the Devil Monster suffered from Ding Cong's full power attack, it did not suffer much damage due to its invincible body. Such a situation had thoroughly aroused its vicious nature.

As a roar filled with rage and destruction rang out, the earth shook violently. A dull dong sound was heard, and the Devil Monster actually leapt into the air, floating in the air without landing. So it turned out that Devil Monster had some ability too.

Ding Cong, who was hiding far away, had his eyes glinting as he moved his hands in a defensive posture. Looking at the unharmed state of the Devil Monster, he said depressingly in his heart: If I, essencial self were here, how would I allow you to be presumptuous? Even if I don't use the essencial self to personally come and unseal my body and recover my ability, I can still easily strip off this beast's beast skin. With my current strength, it will be difficult for me to kill it completely. It looks like, I have to … Damn it!"

Ding Cong pondered on how to take care of it, but the Devil Monster didn't give him time to do so. After soaring into the air, a pair of huge eyeballs locked onto Ding Cong with undisguised hatred. In its subjective mind, Ding Cong was its food, and it counterattacked by knocking itself into the ground!

Was it possible? That's not my style.

With that thought in mind, the Devil Monster's eyes became filled with wisps of blood, and its entire body trembled as it began to gather its energy. The solid scales on its body creaked as metal rubbed against each other, causing the people below the War Clan to feel dizzy and their ears to ring, their teeth aching.

Streams of grayish-brown energy quickly spread out from the gaps between the seven orifices of the Devil Monster's hungry scales. They also spread to the surrounding three hundred meters in radius in the sky;

Ding Cong didn't expect this to happen and ended up being trapped inside. He then felt that his body was bound by some kind of energy and his movements were slow, as if he had entered a swamp.

This was actually one of the Devil Monster's abilities: Maze Realm!

This was its ultimate skill. If Ding Cong didn't ignite its anger to its peak, it wouldn't have been used that easily. This was because although this grayish-brown energy was also Devil Series energy, what it used to control and form the domain was its vital essence!

It also understood some principles and good fortune. It also knew that Ding Cong's strength was extraordinary and was different from the rations from before. It even smelled a hint of danger from Ding Cong.

Only by killing all the dangers in the bud can I live for a long time. In the Devil Monster's mind, the words that the old master had often said back then surfaced. Therefore, it no longer held back and used its full strength, hoping to kill Ding Cong in one blow.

Humph! Ding Cong snorted and thought, Fuck you, do you still think that magical attacks are effective against me? Look at my compressed version of the Inner Heaven and Earth — — Forbidden Void! "

Pu!

A faint sound came from the air, with Ding Cong as the center, a thin layer of colorless energy shield wrapped around him, cutting off the binding effect of the grayish-brown energy.

Suddenly, Ding Cong felt a sense of danger everywhere in this one meter wide domain!

What was going on?

Ding Cong closed his eyes carefully and felt the surrounding fluctuations.

CHAPTER 205 - MAZE FIELD!(PART II)

Whoosh!

On the left, there was a slight sound of wind!

Ding Cong quickly swung out his left fist with his full strength. Bang!

Empty Strike!

Whoosh!

The right side was behind him, the sound of wind!

His right fist smashed down.

There was no hit. That position was empty!

Damn, why did he attack so strangely? After that, the two attacks missed. Ding Cong tried to distinguish between the two attacks many more times, but none of them hit.

Actually, this was all a probing harassment from the Devil Monster. It was also confused as to why Ding Cong did not seem to be restricted in the domain, and why his counterattack speed was still so fast.

Furthermore, from that previous kick, the Devil Monster knew that this human possessed strength that could contend against it. Although there wasn't much damage, the head that was stepped on still continued to hurt. Since its own domain was already formed, it relied on its own familiar route to quickly change the direction of its attack. Once Ding Cong's counterattack was too slow or he wasn't prepared for it, his probing would become a truly fatal attack.

Oh! After being harassed so many times, Ding Cong suddenly understood based on his memories. Isn't this a domain? It even had the effect of a maze. Damn, I didn't expect that in this world, when no one had a domain, it would be used by a beast. It was all the fault and trouble of the habitual thinking. Hehe, playing with my domain? I am the ancestor of the domain world. Aren't you playing with me? "Then we'll follow you and then backstab you.

Thinking about this, Ding Cong started to make mistakes irregularly after continuously counterattacking a few more times. At first, the Devil Monster did not dare to believe it, and did not easily accept it. After many times, there was even a time when it almost succeeded in feint. While regretting, it found out that Ding Cong seemed to be using some secret method to resist the restraints in his domain. He was almost at the point where he couldn't hold on anymore.

Thus, after probing twice, it found a chance to pounce on him. Its mouth was like a black hole, baring its fangs and giving off a shiny, fishy smell.

Good job. Ding Cong knew that the real attack was coming.

Gathering all the energy in his body, Ding Cong's hands slid past like snakes and precisely grabbed onto the fangs that were about to bite off the Devil Monster. He was so arrogant that he used his own strength to fight against the gigantic Devil Monster!

What he relied on, aside from being confident in the toughness of his physical body, was also the nameless rage he ignited when he heard that his War Clan had been forced into such a miserable state!

Only in such a way could he vent his frustration and feel joy!

"Ahh!

The shout grew into an angry roar as the muscles in his neck throbbed violently. If one were to look closely, they would be able to see that the blood within the blood vessels beneath the skin was like surging torrents, violently churning. Ding Cong also used his full strength. Luckily, the Devil Monster only used the strength from its head and not its entire body.

Ding Cong only calmed down under this situation. He knew he had made a mistake.

When people's emotions fluctuate violently, they tend to be hot-headed and do what they usually don't dare to do or refuse to do, often regardless of the consequences.

It's a common disease, more than one or more people have it.

For a moment, his blood boiled. Only when he was in a crisis would he wake up and be able to face it again! But sometimes, there are mistakes that are difficult to go back on, and there is no medicine for regret.

Ding Cong was like this right now, it was impossible to stop him!

However, the current situation was that Ding Cong would not be able to hold on and the Devil Monster would also not be able to bite down. Both sides were fighting with all their might for the upper hand, even if it was just a minute or a half.

But each of them had to weigh half a catty against the other, no one was able to do anything to the other. The only thing that could be tested was who would last longer and last longer.

The domain formed by the grayish-brown energy was still revolving. The powerful binding force was still trying to get closer to Ding Cong in an attempt to trap his hands and feet. While Ding Cong was using his mystical techniques to resist, he was also dealing with the fangs of the Devil Monster. Gradually, he showed signs of losing!

How is it inside? Inside the Thin Strip of Sky, War Clan was guessing from top to bottom while feeling sorrowful at the same time. They already knew that the Prophet had returned. A while ago, because all of his attention was focused on the Devil Monster, he did not notice the situation of the Prophet. They waited until Ding Cong was trapped by the domain and hidden with the Devil Monster inside, unable to see anything else. Only then did they withdraw their minds.

Then, sobbing, the patriarch told his people: The Prophet is gone. In order to find a way to lead to light for War Clan, the Prophet used his life as the price to point out the location of his savior. He also told himself to tell everyone that they should follow their savior in the future.

The reason why he didn't call Ding Cong by his name was because he had yet to defeat the Devil Monster and he might still be Ding Cong's worthy savior!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The pure and innocent people of War Clan were all emotional people, and their flowing tears were like small rivers as they gushed out. The actions of the Prophet moved them. His spirit made them cherish his memories. The last words of the prophet were firmly etched in his mind, and he dared not forget them for even a moment.

"Ah!

"Roar ~ ~

The grayish-brown energy roared and rampaged in all directions, faintly trembling in the center. Ding Cong tried to use his strength to try and get rid of the lips of the Devil Monster, but the fishy smell was much stronger than poison, and it made his head dizzy and his organs contract. If not for the fact that his body had used the energy of heaven and earth to replenish itself and not the five grains, he would have vomited a lot.

The Devil Monster, coincidentally also chose to attack at this moment. It chewed with all its might and wanted to close this detestable human in one go so that it could swallow it up and digest it into feces. Only this way could he vent the anger in his heart and regain his dignity.

Creak! Creak!

The strength of both sides clashed together. Because they were both using their full strength, they were actually able to produce sounds similar to grinding one's teeth. However, they were also like a bowstring that tightened as they streaked across the glass.

As a result, due to this change, the colourless shield instantly burst open. The comfortable power inside the domain easily bound his limbs and made him unable to move. If he wanted to break free, he would need Ding Cong to slow down and break through!

However, this would require some time. Perhaps a blink of an eye, perhaps a moment.

As for that Devil Monster, because it collided with Ding Cong's power, it almost dislocated itself. It was sour, painful, and numb. It was extremely sad that there were several different flavors that coexisted at the same time.

At this time, both sides were at their weakest, unable to do any harming actions, but the Devil Monster was truly ferocious, using its unique advantage — its huge body, its huge mouth, and its pouncing forward, had forcefully swallowed Ding Cong into its mouth.

After that, when the power was regenerated, Ding Cong started to exert the strength in his muscles, but there was nothing he could do about the situation where he was eaten. When the Devil Monster's power was reborn, it clenched its teeth with all its might and swallowed with all its might.

Under the intense movements of his mouth and throat, Ding Cong became the middle meal of the Devil Monster and slid down the esophagus!

CHAPTER 206 - THIRD DROP OF BLOOD ESSENCE?

Around him, there was no air, only yellow or green mucus that flowed freely. Ding Cong was even more careful as he began to operate his Mysterious Technique and wrapped himself in an energy shield to prevent accidents from happening.

In his heart, Ding Cong sneered: You good Devil Monster, you idiot, you actually dared to swallow me. See how grandpa will fix you later, you reckless thing!

Thinking this way, Ding Cong gathered energy in his hands, condensed his growth spear, and threw it forward!

...

The expected puchi puchi sound did not come. Ding Cong looked at the two parts of his body in surprise.

Just as he was feeling surprised, he had already slid down a distance. The space changed and became much wider. Could it be in the Devil Monster's stomach? "

Ding Cong guessed right. After a trek, he finally gloriously arrived at the main digestion process. What was waiting for him was the emerald colored mucus that Devil Monster spat out, the mucus that was strong enough to corrode everything!

Chi ~ ~ ~

The protective shield formed by the energy emitted several streams of blue smoke. Ding Cong immediately controlled his energy to replenish and repair the protective cover and observed it carefully. At first, there were only a few dozen drops, but they fell like rain onto the energy shield. Following that, even the