Chapter 645: Each One Hides Like a Ghost

Seeing the situation at hand, the Yun Sect Leader's expression turned grave.

Such a vast army of ancient clans—this was a complete denial of any chance to survive.

Even if he could hold off one of the three sovereigns, the millions of ancient clan warriors charging together would still overwhelm the Martial Emperor Sect.

At this moment, the Yun Sect Leader understood clearly: there was no hope.

But even without hope, he was willing to fight to the death, for he had never thought of retreating in the face of the ancient clans.

The disciples of the Martial Emperor Sect were also dumbfounded when they saw so many ancient clan warriors.

The vast, mighty ancient clans, their ferocious aura coalescing into demonic forms, snarling and roaring, struck terror into the heart.

Gulp!

The disciples of the Martial Emperor Sect swallowed hard; some showed terror on their faces but still forced themselves to stand firm.

But when they saw the cruel smiles on the faces of the ancient clan army, their faces turned deathly pale.

"Not bad. I didn't expect the Yun Sect Leader to bring so many elders. It seems the Yun Sect has been living too comfortably lately. After we destroy the Martial Emperor Sect, it will be time to visit the Yun Sect," said the Quake Sovereign with a cold laugh.

A towering aura burst forth violently, rolling like ocean waves. Under this aura, the disciples of the Martial Emperor Sect were terrified, as if falling into an abyss of hell.

Hearing this, the Yun Sect Leader frowned, showing some disbelief, but then his expression returned to normal as he stared at the Quake Sovereign. "We haven't crossed swords since the battle five hundred years ago. Today, let's settle it with our hands."

"Haha, Yun Sect Leader, no need to be nervous. The ancient clans have long known the location of the Yun Sect, but according to the Supreme One's will, it's not yet time. However, it doesn't hurt to tell you today, because the next sect to be destroyed will be the Yun Sect."

The Quake Sovereign laughed wildly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

To the Quake Sovereign, these beings of the myriad races were nothing but fish on a chopping block, to be killed whenever he pleased.

The Yun Sect Leader hid his hands behind his back, but cold sweat broke out. The words of the Quake Sovereign weighed heavily on him.

He hadn't expected the ancient clans to know the location of the Yun Sect.

But that shouldn't be possible. The Yun Sect's hiding place was extremely secret; how could the ancient clans have discovered it?

Yet this was not the time to dwell on such matters.

Although the Martial Emperor Sect had many experts, it lacked top-tier ones. Even the Martial Emperor Sect Leader, Wu He, had only reached the Seventh Heaven of the Divine Position, the Realm of Ten Thousand Laws Returning to One.

If he himself tied down the Quake Sovereign, what would he do about the Qi Sovereign?

With the Qi Sovereign's strength, he could crush Wu He and the others in an instant.

It seemed he would have to hold off both sovereigns; otherwise, it would be useless.

"Yun Sect Leader, don't overthink it. The Martial Emperor Sect will be destroyed today. You want to tie down both me and the Qi Sovereign, but you probably don't know how powerful the children among the millions of ancient clan warriors are. If I give the order, the million-strong army will descend, and not a single soul in the Martial Emperor Sect will survive. Do you believe me?" said the Quake Sovereign with a smile.

The Yun Sect Leader's face turned extremely ugly. The Quake Sovereign was right; with such numbers, the Martial Emperor Sect simply couldn't withstand them.

Even the elders he had brought could do nothing to stop it.

Among these millions of ancient clan warriors were countless commanders, each with considerable cultivation.

If not for the Qi Sovereign and the Quake Sovereign, he could have killed those commanders. But with them present, he had no chance to act.

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, so oppressive that the disciples of the Martial Emperor Sect were filled with fear and dread.

Some disciples sat瘫 on the ground, their eyes vacant; before the battle had even begun, they had already lost their will to fight.

Some disciples held weapons, but the hands gripping those weapons trembled incessantly.

"I'm scared."

"I don't want to die, but I hate the Ancient Clan the most. I must be strong."

"The Ancient Clan killed my parents, yet I am so useless. Fifty years have passed, and the enemy is right before me, but I am afraid."

Among them were also some prodigies, unmatched at their level, who had cultivated for an extremely short time yet reached very high realms.

In the eyes of the sect master, elders, and fellow disciples, they were the ones most likely to become peak experts.

But now, it was too late for anything.

Because the enemy would not give them the chance to become peak experts.

The myriad races had countless prodigies, but how many could actually grow up?

Most would die halfway.

The Ancient Clan was not stupid; they knew they could not let the prodigies of the myriad races grow up, because once they did, they would become a terrifying force.

And the myriad races did not disappoint the Ancient Clan—each was as timid as a mouse, never united.

If, when the Ancient Clan came to annihilate the Martial Emperor Sect, the beings of the myriad races had united, even if they fought until the seas dried and the rocks crumbled, with countless casualties, they could still deter the Ancient Clan.

But alas, all this was just wishful thinking.

Wu He looked at the disciples under his command, feeling helpless in his heart.

And at that moment, deep in some void.

A mass of black mist coiled without dispersing, and within this black mist, a group of figures were hidden.

"Hall Master, the Martial Emperor Sect is finished," said an old man in a black robe, his skin withered, his voice hoarse.

"Ghost Servant, you are right. Even I did not expect the Ancient Clan to dispatch so many, especially those two old things, Zhen Junwang and Qi Junwang. To protect the Martial Emperor Sect, at least ten experts at the eighth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, the Earth God Pill Realm, would be needed."

"Hall Master, that is undoubtedly a pipe dream," said Ghost Servant.

"Indeed, but this time we have come not to help the Martial Emperor Sect. The Ancient Clan's Supreme dared to kill my son; I will make him pay. Since I cannot kill the Supreme, I will kill his three dogs," said the sinister middle-aged man coldly, his tone filled with boundless rage.

This man was the Hall Master of the Evil Alliance, also the father of the Evil Alliance Prince.

"Once Qi Junwang and Zhen Junwang fight to the death with that old man Yun, I, the Hall Master, will take them all out in one fell swoop," said the Evil Alliance Hall Master coldly.

"Hall Master, but if the Ancient Clan's Supreme finds out, then..." asked Ghost Servant from the side.

"Hmph, so what? Although the Ancient Clan's Supreme is formidable, does my Evil Alliance have no one?" said Evil Meng Hall Master.

"Eh, Hall Master, look, the Fox Emperor is also here." At this moment, Ghost Servant looked into the distant void and suddenly narrowed his eyes. He saw, in the distant void, a man like a celestial emperor, with beauties on both sides, reclining on a fox-fur throne, squinting as he watched the situation below.

"I didn't expect that old ghost to come too. He must be looking for an easy gain," sneered the Evil Alliance Hall Master.

"Be careful later. That old thing devours people without spitting out bones; his methods are extremely treacherous."

"Yes, Hall Master."

The Evil Alliance Hall Master and the Fox Emperor exchanged glances, then each disregarded the other.

For the two of them, as long as their interests did not conflict, there would be no outbreak of conflict.