1512 Sun Seizing Event, Human Race? (4)
In this way, among the 180,000 elites entering the Sun Seizing Event, surprisingly, more than half of them were from the human race.
What were these humans trying to do?
“Seal the altar.”
He Juyang shouted in a low voice. He raised his hand and a golden light exploded.
The True Spirit above his head surged and turned into a dazzling golden light.
The golden light pressed down on the altar in front of him.
“City Lord He, all the elites of the various tribes are among them. You, what are you doing?” Another true spirit powerhouse widened his eyes.
If he sealed the altar directly, what would happen to the Golden Crow elites who stepped into the altar?
Their numbers were less than half of the human race, and they would surely be unable to resist the enemy’s attacks. Once the altar opened, they still had a chance to escape.
Now if the altar was sealed, it was likely that all these people would die inside.
“Even if they all die in the altar, we cannot let those humans take away the heritage of our Golden Crow tribe.”
He Juyang’s eyes flashed with golden divine light as he looked at everyone. It was as if the sun was high in the sky.
“You don’t know what’s in the altar.”
“The Xinyi True Spirit Realm experts of the Great Xia Army are rushing over.”
Xin Yi.
One of the most powerful true spirits of the Great Xia army.
He Juyang’s words made the expressions of those around him complicated.
Their tribesmen were also inside the altar.
But now, they could not save them.
After the altar opened, there were age requirements for the tribesmen. If they exceeded a certain age, they couldn’t enter.
Moreover, even if they entered, it would be useless. For a while, they couldn’t gather so many experts to wipe out more than 100,000 human strongmen.
The Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty plotted for so many years, and it turned out to be for the Sun Seizing Event!
“How many of them can survive depends on—” He Juyang looked up at the big sun in the sky and whispered, “depends on the favor of the sun…”
….
“Buzz!”
The moment Han Muye stepped onto the altar, the power of the Golden Crow on his body was activated, turning into a golden armor.
He raised his head and looked around, a hint of surprise on his face.
The power of death filled the air.
If he didn’t know that this was the Primitive World, he would have thought that this was Heaven Abyss.
It was impossible for there to be a passage between Heaven Abyss and the Primitive World.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist slightly.
“Pa!”
A golden fist shadow shot out.
Sensing the power in his body, Han Muye’s eyes flashed.
This was not the Great Wilderness Primitive World.
This was not the Primitive World!
The Primitive World was the combination of the last remnant of the world and the will and soul of the strong. Ninety percent of it was illusory and ten percent real.
But now, everything here was real!
‘This is?’
“Primitive!”
Or rather, this place was a fragment of the Primordial World.
There was no longer any primordial power here, but this place was ruled by the power of the Golden Crow.
This was the place where the experts of the Golden Crow race died.
“Woo—”
A black ten-foot-tall bird spread its wings and rushed at Han Muye.
Its body was black and one could see its skeleton. It was obvious that its entire body had been corroded by the power of death.
The bird’s eyes were blood-red, and as it flew, it brought with it a strong wind.
Han Muye did not hesitate and punched out.
“Bang!”
With a punch, the big bird’s body directly shattered and turned into a black mist that dissipated.
Amidst the black mist, a faint fiery red blood thread appeared in front of Han Muye and was grabbed by him.
The blood threads dissipated and seeped into the golden armor on his body.
The blood threads turned into a golden thread and tangled around the golden armor.
This was the power of the Golden Crow!
Or rather, this was proof of the power of the Golden Crow.
If he accumulated enough Golden Crow power, he would be able to step into the next level.
The Sun Seizing Event is about continuous impact until stepping into the place where the senior True Spirits of the Golden Crow tribe return to ashes.
Han Muye looked up into the distance and saw countless black figures.
“Boom—”
A burst of golden light exploded. A big man holding a war spear turned his head, looked at Han Muye, collected five golden blood threads, and then turned and left.
Now was the time to collect blood threads as quickly as possible. Han Muye also moved, rushing towards a black leopard.
A palm struck down, smashing the black leopard’s head and shattering its entire body.
This attack was simple and straightforward. It was the power of the Heaven-Breaking Fist.
Unknowingly, Han Muye had already become proficient in this set of fist techniques. Every move he made was extremely powerful.
“Pa!”
The black leopard contributed a golden blood thread.
Turning around, Han Muye took a few steps and suddenly stopped.
An arrow was stuck in front of him, three feet into the ground.
If he hadn’t stopped just now, this arrow would have pierced through him.
Grabbing the arrow shaft, Han Muye frowned.
“A human arrow?”
He looked up and saw the figures slowly closing in.
“Humans, battle formation?”
1512 Sun Seizing Event, Human Race? (4)
In this way, among the 180,000 elites entering the Sun Seizing Event, surprisingly, more than half of them were from the human race.
What were these humans trying to do?
“Seal the altar.”
He Juyang shouted in a low voice. He raised his hand and a golden light exploded.
The True Spirit above his head surged and turned into a dazzling golden light.
The golden light pressed down on the altar in front of him.
“City Lord He, all the elites of the various tribes are among them. You, what are you doing?” Another true spirit powerhouse widened his eyes.
If he sealed the altar directly, what would happen to the Golden Crow elites who stepped into the altar?
Their numbers were less than half of the human race, and they would surely be unable to resist the enemy’s attacks. Once the altar opened, they still had a chance to escape.
Now if the altar was sealed, it was likely that all these people would die inside.
“Even if they all die in the altar, we cannot let those humans take away the heritage of our Golden Crow tribe.”
He Juyang’s eyes flashed with golden divine light as he looked at everyone. It was as if the sun was high in the sky.
“You don’t know what’s in the altar.”
“The Xinyi True Spirit Realm experts of the Great Xia Army are rushing over.”
Xin Yi.
One of the most powerful true spirits of the Great Xia army.
He Juyang’s words made the expressions of those around him complicated.
Their tribesmen were also inside the altar.
But now, they could not save them.
After the altar opened, there were age requirements for the tribesmen. If they exceeded a certain age, they couldn’t enter.
Moreover, even if they entered, it would be useless. For a while, they couldn’t gather so many experts to wipe out more than 100,000 human strongmen.
The Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty plotted for so many years, and it turned out to be for the Sun Seizing Event!
“How many of them can survive depends on—” He Juyang looked up at the big sun in the sky and whispered, “depends on the favor of the sun…”
….
“Buzz!”
The moment Han Muye stepped onto the altar, the power of the Golden Crow on his body was activated, turning into a golden armor.
He raised his head and looked around, a hint of surprise on his face.
The power of death filled the air.
If he didn’t know that this was the Primitive World, he would have thought that this was Heaven Abyss.
It was impossible for there to be a passage between Heaven Abyss and the Primitive World.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist slightly.
“Pa!”
A golden fist shadow shot out.
Sensing the power in his body, Han Muye’s eyes flashed.
This was not the Great Wilderness Primitive World.
This was not the Primitive World!
The Primitive World was the combination of the last remnant of the world and the will and soul of the strong. Ninety percent of it was illusory and ten percent real.
But now, everything here was real!
‘This is?’
“Primitive!”
Or rather, this place was a fragment of the Primordial World.
There was no longer any primordial power here, but this place was ruled by the power of the Golden Crow.
This was the place where the experts of the Golden Crow race died.
“Woo—”
A black ten-foot-tall bird spread its wings and rushed at Han Muye.
Its body was black and one could see its skeleton. It was obvious that its entire body had been corroded by the power of death.
The bird’s eyes were blood-red, and as it flew, it brought with it a strong wind.
Han Muye did not hesitate and punched out.
“Bang!”
With a punch, the big bird’s body directly shattered and turned into a black mist that dissipated.
Amidst the black mist, a faint fiery red blood thread appeared in front of Han Muye and was grabbed by him.
The blood threads dissipated and seeped into the golden armor on his body.
The blood threads turned into a golden thread and tangled around the golden armor.
This was the power of the Golden Crow!
Or rather, this was proof of the power of the Golden Crow.
If he accumulated enough Golden Crow power, he would be able to step into the next level.
The Sun Seizing Event is about continuous impact until stepping into the place where the senior True Spirits of the Golden Crow tribe return to ashes.
Han Muye looked up into the distance and saw countless black figures.
“Boom—”
A burst of golden light exploded. A big man holding a war spear turned his head, looked at Han Muye, collected five golden blood threads, and then turned and left.
Now was the time to collect blood threads as quickly as possible. Han Muye also moved, rushing towards a black leopard.
A palm struck down, smashing the black leopard’s head and shattering its entire body.
This attack was simple and straightforward. It was the power of the Heaven-Breaking Fist.
Unknowingly, Han Muye had already become proficient in this set of fist techniques. Every move he made was extremely powerful.
“Pa!”
The black leopard contributed a golden blood thread.
Turning around, Han Muye took a few steps and suddenly stopped.
An arrow was stuck in front of him, three feet into the ground.
If he hadn’t stopped just now, this arrow would have pierced through him.
Grabbing the arrow shaft, Han Muye frowned.
“A human arrow?”
He looked up and saw the figures slowly closing in.
“Humans, battle formation?”
