Chapter 645: Everyone’s Hiding Like Ghosts.

Master Yun’s expression turned grim as he surveyed the current situation.

So many ancient clan troops had gathered here, leaving absolutely no room for survival.

Even if he could hold off one of the three kings, the sheer number of ancient clan warriors—millions upon millions—could easily overwhelm the Wudi Sect.

At this moment, Master Yun understood clearly: there was no hope left.

But even without hope, he was still willing to fight to the bitter end, for he had never considered retreat in the face of the ancient clans.

When the disciples of the Wudi Sect saw the massive force of the ancient clans, they were all stunned into silence.

The endless horde of ancient clan warriors radiated an aura so fierce it coalesced into monstrous demonic forms, roaring with terrifying ferocity.

Gululu!

The disciples of the Wudi Sect swallowed hard. Some wore expressions of fear, though they tried to hold their composure. But when they saw the cruel smiles on the faces of the ancient clan warriors, their faces turned deathly pale.

“Excellent. I didn’t expect Master Yun to bring so many elders with him. It seems the Yun Sect has been far too comfortable lately. After we destroy the Wudi Sect, it’s only fitting we pay a visit to the Yun Sect next,” King Zhen sneered.

A monstrous surge of energy erupted from him like rolling ocean waves. The disciples of the Wudi Sect trembled in fear, as if cast into the depths of hell.

Upon hearing this, Master Yun’s brow furrowed slightly. For a moment, disbelief flickered across his face, but soon his expression returned to calm as he stared directly at King Zhen. “It’s been five hundred years since our last battle. Today, let us settle this with our own hands.”

“Haha, Master Yun, no need to be tense. We ancient clans have long known the location of the Yun Sect. However, according to the Supreme’s orders, the time wasn’t right yet. But since today you will die anyway, I might as well tell you: the next sect to be destroyed will be the Yun Sect.”

King Zhen laughed maniacally, his eyes flashing with coldness.

To King Zhen, the lives of the Great Thousand Races were nothing but meat—meant to be slaughtered at will.

Behind his back, Master Yun’s hands clenched tightly, cold sweat seeping from his palms. The words from King Zhen were a heavy pressure upon him.

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

But that shouldn’t be possible. The hidden location of the Yun Sect was extremely secretive; how could it have been discovered by the ancient clans?

But this was no time to ponder such thoughts.

Although the Wudi Sect had many powerful cultivators, it lacked top-tier experts. Even the sect leader, Wu He, only possessed the cultivation realm of the Seventh Heaven of Divine Sky, the Stage of All Paths Converge.

If he were to hold off King Zhen, who would deal with King Qi?

With King Qi’s strength, he could easily crush Wu He and the others in an instant.

It seemed he would have to hold off both kings himself; otherwise, there would be no point in fighting at all.

“Master Yun, stop thinking so much. The Wudi Sect will surely be destroyed today. You want to hold off both me and King Qi, but you probably don’t know just how mighty the children of our ancient clan army are. I’ll count to one, and once the millions of troops descend, there won’t be a single survivor from the Wudi Sect. Do you believe me?” King Zhen said with a smile.

Master Yun’s face darkened. King Zhen was right—facing such overwhelming numbers, the Wudi Sect had no chance of resistance.

Even the elders he had brought along could not stop this tide.

Within the millions of ancient clan warriors were countless commanders, each possessing formidable strength.

If not for the presence of King Qi and King Zhen, he would have confidence in slaying those commanders. But with the two kings here, he had no opportunity to act.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly oppressive, instilling fear into the hearts of the Wudi Sect disciples.

Some disciples sat on the ground, eyes empty and lifeless, already losing all will to fight before the battle had even begun.

Others held their weapons, but their hands trembled uncontrollably.

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t want to die, but I hate the ancient clans the most. I must become strong.”

“The ancient clans killed my parents, but I’m so useless. Fifty years have passed, and the enemy stands before me, yet I feel fear.”

Among them were also some prodigies—invincible among their peers, having cultivated for only a short time yet reaching extremely high realms.

To their masters, elders, and fellow disciples, they were the most promising candidates to become top-tier experts.

But now, it was already too late to say anything.

Because the enemy would not give them the chance to grow into such power.

The Great Thousand Races had countless geniuses, but how many of them could truly grow?

Most perished before reaching their peak.

The ancient clans were no fools. They knew they couldn’t allow the geniuses of the Great Thousand Races to mature, for once they did, they would become a terrifying force.

And the Great Thousand Races did not disappoint the ancient clans’ expectations—cowardly and never united.

If all the Great Thousand Races had united against the ancient clans’ attack on the Wudi Sect, even if it meant bloodshed and countless deaths, they could have at least deterred the ancient clans.

But unfortunately, this was nothing more than a fantasy.

Wu He looked at his disciples with helplessness in his heart.

At this moment, deep within the void somewhere else,

a swirling mass of black mist refused to dissipate, and within it, a group of shadowy figures remained hidden.

“Master, the Wudi Sect is finished,” said a hooded old man with dry skin and a hoarse voice.

“You’re right, Ghost Servant. Even I didn’t expect the ancient clans to mobilize such a massive force. Especially the arrival of those two old bastards, Kings Zhen and Qi. To save the Wudi Sect, we would need at least ten experts at the Eighth Heaven of Divine Sky, the Stage of Celestial Pill Realm.”

“Master, that’s simply impossible,” Ghost Servant replied.

“Indeed. However, we didn’t come here to save the Wudi Sect. The Supreme of the ancient clans dared to kill my son—I will make him pay dearly. If I can’t kill the Supreme, then I’ll settle for killing three of his dogs instead,” said the middle-aged man with a sinister charm, his voice filled with boundless fury.

He was the Master of the Evil Alliance, and also the father of the deceased Evil Alliance Crown Prince.

“Once Kings Qi and Zhen fight Master Yun to a bloody standstill, I’ll finish them all off in one fell swoop,” the Evil Alliance Master coldly declared.

“Master, what if the Supreme of the ancient clans finds out about this…?” Ghost Servant asked cautiously.

“Hmph, what of it? Their Supreme may be powerful, but does the Evil Alliance lack strong cultivators?” Master Xie replied arrogantly.

“Ah, Master, look! There’s the Fox Emperor too,” Ghost Servant suddenly exclaimed, his expression hardening as he gazed toward the distant void. There, a man resembling a celestial emperor lounged on a luxurious fox-skin throne, arms around beauties, his eyes half-closed as he observed the scene below.

“Didn’t expect that old ghost to come too. Seems he’s here to reap the rewards,” the Evil Alliance Master sneered.

“Be careful later. That old fox eats people without even spitting out the bones. His methods are extremely treacherous.”

“Yes, Master.”

The Evil Alliance Master and the Fox Emperor exchanged glances, then each dismissed the other from their minds.

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