However, even if he had a primordial spirit treasure, the Nine-Headed Clan was still not afraid. They were still confident that they could kill him.
Although the primordial spirit treasure could make up for the difference in strength to a certain extent, the Space-Breaking Whip was not the kind of spirit treasure that could change the difference in strength. As long as time passed, Black Ginseng would definitely die in the hands of the Nine-Headed Clan.
The difference in strength was too great. Even if Black Ginseng had a primordial spirit treasure, he would still be doomed. Moreover, he was not a Heaven's Favorite like the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. He was a primordial saint favored by heaven and earth. His aptitude limited his combat strength. He was destined to lose today.
Nine-Headed Shi's saber swept across, destroying everything. Mountains and rivers were shattered, and the earth was torn apart.
"Pfft."
Nine-Headed Shi's blade hit Black Ginseng. The extreme destructive power was constantly destroying Black Ginseng's body. Wolf blood was left behind, nourishing the broken earth.
A huge knife mark ran from Black Ginseng's shoulder to his buttocks. It was just a little bit away from cutting Black Ginseng into two halves. If Black Ginseng had not moved instinctively at the moment of crisis, he might have been completely dead by now!
"Phew."
Seeing that he was struggling back from the brink of death, Black Ginseng heaved a huge sigh of relief. He felt lucky that he had dodged at the critical moment. Otherwise, he would have been in danger!
Black Ginseng's magic power surged and repaired his damaged body. At this time, the advantage of being a demon showed. In just a short while, the blood on his body had stopped flowing and started to scab. However, the Nine-Headed Family's saber qi was deeply attached to his bone marrow like a maggot, constantly destroying his body. The terrifying sharpness reflected in his soul, as if it wanted to destroy his primordial spirit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it. This feeling was like a thorn in his back, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
"What a Nine-Headed Clan! Your Human Tribe has really hidden themselves well. Four Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and tens of thousands of elites, most of whom are at the Golden Immortal Stage and many of whom are at the Primordial Immortal Stage. God is really good to your Human Tribe.”
Black Ginseng looked at Nine-Headed with a pale face and said enviously. He didn't have the same vicious aura as before, and his eyes were calm.
A dying man's words were kind, and a dying bird's cry was sorrowful. He knew that it was impossible for him to escape from the Nine-Headed Clan's butcher knife today, so his words were somewhat indifferent to life and death.
Perhaps he had let go of the evil spirit in his heart. At this time, the bottleneck of his realm that had not been shaken for tens of thousands of years had loosened a little. He believed that as long as he was given a period of time to cultivate, he would definitely be able to break through to a higher realm and go further in the realm of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Unfortunately, he would not have this opportunity anymore. The Nine-Headed Clan would not let him go, and his broken body would not allow him to break through.
" The Heaven has treated our tribe well. Humph, what a joke. When our tribe was born, we had to go through endless hardships and hardships. The Heaven has never taken pity on us. Even the Holy Mother of our tribe did not care about our life or death. The reason why our tribe can be where we are today is entirely the result of our untiring efforts. It has nothing to do with the Heaven. In Untainted Land, we cannot rely on the Heaven or the Earth. We can only rely on ourselves, stand on our own feet, and become strong.”
Nine-Headed Shi snorted coldly. He had no good impression of the so-called Heaven, not even Goddess Nvywa. He was the same as Huang Tian. He believed that the rise of the Human Tribe could only depend on himself. The rest of the Goddess Nvywa and the Heaven were all fake. Only those who were strong enough could have the capital to stand in Untainted Land. Otherwise, they had no right to speak.
It was just that he and Emperor Sky were hot-tempered and bloodthirsty, while the other was extremely shrewd and calculative.
"You might be right."
Black Ginseng was silent for a while and then said weakly. He wanted to refute the Nine-Headed Clan's disrespect to the Heaven, but he didn't know how to say it. The Black-Moon Wolf Tribe had existed for a long time. They were a tribe that had existed since prehistoric times. However, until now, the Black-Moon Wolf Tribe was still a middle-upper-class tribe in Untainted Land. They only respected the Heaven, thanked the Heaven for its gifts, and enjoyed the noble bloodline that the Heaven had given them. They never knew how to work hard or fight for it. Anyway, the Black-Moon Wolf Tribe had a noble bloodline. Powerful. As long as one had the purest bloodline, they could become a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. What was the point of working hard? Everything was determined by bloodline. Now, look at the Human Tribe. Their bloodline and talent were not as good as the Blackmoon Wolf Tribe. However, the Human Tribe had surpassed the Blackmoon Wolf Tribe. It could be seen how important it was to work hard. The bloodline that the Blackmoon Wolf Tribe was proud of in the past had been beaten badly in front of the Human Tribe. The Blackmoon Wolf Tribe was really inferior to the Human Tribe. Black Ginseng could not say anything to refute.
"Hahahahaha, you can't escape today. Go to hell!”
Nine-Headed laughed out loud, feeling extremely happy. The humiliation that he had suffered for tens of thousands of years was finally gone. Nine-Headed was in a great mood. Today was the happiest day in the tens of thousands of years since the birth of the Human Clan.
"Hmph, if you want to kill me, you will have to pay a heavy price.”
Black Ginseng sneered without fear. He was going to die anyway. At most, he would fight the Nine-Headed Clan to the death. Even if he couldn't kill the Nine-Headed Clan, he would make them pay a heavy price.
Anyway, he couldn't escape. With the thought of dying, he wasn't afraid of anything. He only wanted to fight to the death with the Nine-Headed Clan.
Black Ginseng looked at the battle situation on the battlefield with sorrow. The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal elder had been killed by the three human elders. The rest suffered heavy losses and were forced to retreat. The Zenith Heaven Mystic Immortal and the Zenith Heaven Celestial Immortal were also dying. The entire Black-Moon Wolf Tribe was killed and killed by the three human elders. Blood stained the mountains and rivers. It was extremely miserable.
Black Ginseng felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. This was the foundation of his Blackmoon Wolf tribe, and they were all dying in front of him. Black Ginseng hated himself for bringing them to the human race. He hated himself for bringing them into the abyss of death. As the leader of the Blackmoon Wolf tribe, he had let them down. He was guilty. He was the sinner of the Blackmoon Wolf tribe.
He hated that unfilial son even more. Why did he come to provoke the human race and bring such a disaster to the Black-Moon Wolf tribe? If he had a chance to choose again, he would definitely not care about the life or death of this unfilial son. If he died, so be it. Anyway, he had many sons, and many of them were extremely talented. There were even a lot of them who could become the young master of the Black-Moon Wolf tribe. Why did he have to provoke such a great enemy for the Black-Moon Wolf tribe?
Unfortunately, time could not be reversed. His resentment could only disappear with his death.
Black Ginseng's heart turned cold. He knew that after this battle, the Black-Moon Wolf Tribe's strength would plummet. Even if the Human Tribe did not exterminate the Black-Moon Wolf Tribe, the Black-Moon Wolf Tribe would not be able to escape the vicious hands of the other tribes in Untainted Land. Their decline was destined.
However, as long as the ancestor of the Black-Moon Wolf Clan, who was one of the 365 Demon Commanders of the Demon Clan, did not die, the Black-Moon Wolf Clan would not perish. It was just that it would be difficult for them to regain their former glory!
I am a sinner, a sinner of the Blackmoon Wolf Clan.
The more Black Ginseng thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were bloodshot and black smoke was emitted from his body. He was on the verge of going berserk.
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