bioinnovel Chapter 407 The Movements of Various Races in the Universe
Chapter 407 The Movements of Various Races in the Universe
【Southern Wilderness Star Region - Dragon Island】
roar--!!!
A dragon's roar that shook the universe shattered the tranquility of the starry sky.
But this time, the dragon's roar lacked its usual majesty and domineering power; instead, it was filled with fear.
Yes, fear.
The dragon race, the most noble and physically powerful race in the universe, trembled as if they had encountered their natural enemies, snakes, insects, and rodents.
Deep within Dragon Island lies a Dragon God Temple, constructed from countless rare and precious treasures.
An ancient dragon, over ten thousand feet long and covered in purple-gold scales, suddenly awoke from its slumber.
He is the emperor of the dragon race, and the only demigod—Dragon Emperor Ao Tian.
"roar……"
In Ao Tian's enormous dragon eyes, which were as large as stars, the dark, deathly stillness of the distant starry sky was reflected.
Memories from the depths of my blood are sending out frantic warnings.
"This aura..."
"Is it the legendary true god?!"
"No...this seems even more terrifying than a true god..."
"That is the end of all things...it is annihilation!"
Although dragons are powerful, it is precisely because of their powerful bloodline that they feel the suppression of such high status most clearly.
Faced with that aura of the Annihilation Demon God, even the Dragon Emperor, a demigod, felt as insignificant as a mudfish.
"Damn humans!"
"I told you long ago those five old geezers were unreliable, always messing around with this pseudo-immortal stuff and ascension. Now look what's happened, they've brought out this monster!"
Ao Tian roared angrily, and with a flick of his huge dragon tail, he shattered the surrounding space.
Scolds are scolded.
But life still needs to be saved.
"All adult dragons, follow me on this expedition!"
"Unleash the [Ten Thousand Dragons Refining Realm Array]!"
"If we can't withstand the aftershocks, all of our dragon eggs will be shattered into egg drop soup!"
Rumbling--
Tens of thousands of giant dragons rose into the sky, blotting out the sun, following behind the Dragon Emperor, and charged toward the forefront of the destructive wave with a tragic and heroic momentum.
……
【Chaotic Starfield - Demon Realm】
This is the darkest and most chaotic place in the universe.
Slaughter, betrayal, and devouring are the eternal themes here.
The demon race worships the strong and lives by devouring all things.
Yet, this is a lawless race that even dares to blaspheme against the gods.
At this moment, their reaction was the most peculiar.
On a throne of bones, filled with the stench of blood.
The only demigod of the demon race, a terrifying being known as the "Devouring Demon God," was holding a cup of fine wine brewed from the essence and blood of a ninth-tier powerhouse, preparing to savor it.
Sudden.
His movements froze.
The white bone wine cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.
At that moment, the Devouring Demon God's hideous and terrifying face revealed an expression even more unsightly than crying.
If the Elf Queen felt "sadness," the Mechanical Pope felt "mistake," and the Dragon Emperor felt "oppression."
So, as a demon demigod who also cultivates the laws of darkness and devouring...
What the Devouring Demon God sensed was—a hunger.
That's right.
It wasn't his appetite for other people.
Rather, it's... other people's appetite for him.
The moment he felt that aura of the annihilating demon god emanated from him, he no longer felt like a high and mighty demon god.
Instead, it's a piece of braised pork that's walking on a plate.
It's still a piece of braised pork that exudes an enticing aroma, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and is bursting with juicy goodness.
"Gulp..."
The Devouring Demon God swallowed hard, his body instantly soaked with cold sweat, which drenched his cloak.
"This...this is a true demon god..."
"He'll eat me...he definitely will eat me!!"
In the rules of the demon race, it is only natural for the big fish to eat the small fish.
For high-ranking demons, low-ranking demons are the best tonic.
If the master of that power has truly descended, or if some kind of will is contained within this aftershock...
As a demigod of the demon race, he is definitely the most delicious "main course" in the entire universe!
The Devouring Demon God looked towards the direction of the Human Race Starfield, his eyes filled with terror.
The next second, he made a decision that left all the demons speechless.
"All demon lords, heed my command!"
"Activate [Abyssal Teleportation]!"
"Everyone, immediately, right now... run in the opposite direction!!"
"Run as far as possible!"
"To the edge of the universe! To the chaotic sea! Anywhere is fine, as long as we're as far away from that hellish place of humanity as possible!!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The Devouring Demon God even abandoned its own palace, directly burning its primordial demonic energy, transforming into a jet-black lightning bolt, and fleeing madly towards the deepest part of the universe without looking back.
That speed was even three points faster than when Qin Wudao was escaping for his life.
then.
An extremely comical scene unfolded in the universe.
Other races' demigods were rushing to the border, trying to build a defensive line.
Only the demon army, led by their ancestor, fled like frightened mice, dragging their families along and crying out for their parents, scrambling into the nooks and crannies of the universe.
In an instant, the entire Demon Realm Starfield became completely empty, not even a fly remained.
……
[On the edge of the universe, in some unknown starry sky]
Pfft!
Pfft!
Several figures, looking extremely disheveled, fell out of the void one after another.
These are the five patriarchs who escaped death.
At this moment, where is there any trace of their "immortal" demeanor?
Qin Wudao's hair was disheveled, his ancient robe had turned into strips of cloth, and his aura was extremely weak, as if he would die at any moment.
Zhao Huangtu fared even worse; his prized Fire Dragon Armor was completely shattered, and half of his body was tainted by the Law of Annihilation.
Luo Shuixian's appearance was completely ruined, her face covered with black lines, as she struggled to expel the lingering, morbid aura of annihilation.
Li Jianshen lost an arm and his natal flying sword was broken.
The most tragic case is Wang Zhentian.
He was left with only half a body, now suspended in the void, his face ashen, his eyes filled with fear and the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe.
The five people looked at each other in bewilderment.
silence.
Dead silence.
After a long while, Qin Wudao spoke, his lips trembling, his voice hoarse as if two rusty iron pieces were rubbing against each other.
"That... madman..."
"Is he dead?"
In an explosion of this magnitude, Lin Hanzhou, who was at the center, theoretically had absolutely no chance of surviving.
Not even a trace will be left.
Zhao Huangtu coughed up a mouthful of black blood and gave a bitter laugh.
"This kind of power... unless he is a true immortal descended to earth, he will surely die."
"It's good that he's dead...it's good that he's dead..."
"Although we suffered heavy losses and were severely weakened..."
"But at least... this scourge is finally dead."
A strange sense of bittersweet relief rose in the hearts of the five people.
In order to kill a junior of the eighth rank.
The five pseudo-immortals emerged together, wielding immortal formations and burning their own essence, before finally fleeing to the edge of this cosmic wasteland.
What a terrible price to pay!
"Let's go back after the aftershocks have subsided..."
Qin Wudao waved his hand weakly, his expression desolate.
"Keep the news under wraps... tell the outside world... that we've encountered a cosmic catastrophe."
"We need to go into seclusion... even if it takes ten thousand years, to heal our injuries."
"As for Lin Hanzhou... let his name disappear completely from history."
The five patriarchs each found a place to land in the starry sky and began to recuperate from their injuries.
That figure was forlorn, like a stray dog.