Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 390: The Tables Turn? Smashing the Chessboard, Beast Gods Emerge, Stepping into the Unknown

To the south, deep in the boundless sky.

A magnificent giant phoenix, dominating the heavens and earth, soared with its wings covering the sun.

Its mighty and majestic figure, like a towering Divine Mountain above the Ninth Heaven, inspired awe with just a glance.

Its whole body bathed in endless crimson flames, flowing like lava.

Like countless meteors streaking across the sky, weaving an enthralling canvas.

Each feather shimmered with dazzling golden-red light.

Each flutter carried with it the power to overturn the universe, as if narrating an ancient and mysterious legend.

Its fiery blaze was as scorching as a blazing sun hanging in the sky, driving darkness away without a trace.

And with its glorious radiance, it illuminated the earth, awakening all things in this fervent baptism, reviving life force.

Whether it was the shining feathers or the sweeping aura, it silently declared its nobility and majesty.

In the distant west, where heaven and earth met, suddenly appeared a terrifying silhouette of a White Tiger.

Like a thunderclap at dawn, it instantly shattered the long-standing silence of the sky, causing the entire world to tremble.

Its massive size, body like towering peaks covered in frost and snow.

Its muscle texture under the moonlight was faintly visible, exuding endless strength and majesty.

Surrounded by dense gale winds, those winds were sharp like knife cuts, seemingly slicing the space into shreds.

Every gust carried fierce energy fluctuations, making one feel an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Its enormous tiger eyes flickered with a cold and profound light.

Like two icy stars embedded in the night, revealing unmatched ferocity and wisdom.

Its teeth were like ice crystal swords sharpened to the extreme, glinting with bone-chilling cold under the moonlight.

With every breath, the sound of cold metal scraping could be heard, seemingly foretelling the advent of death.

At this moment, the terrifying White Tiger stood at the edge of the sky.

Like a living deity, its overwhelming pressure made all living things feel a sense of awe.

And in the mysterious north, a colossal Divine Turtle stood towering.

Its size so vast that words couldn’t describe it, as if it was an ancient being that had stood here since the opening of heaven and earth.

Its limbs as robust as mountains, firm and powerful, like four pillars supporting the sky, firmly rooted in the depths of the earth.

Through the passage of time, through the baptism of wind and rain, it stood proudly unmoving.

On its shell, boundless mystical laws were inscribed.

Those runes were arranged like stars, winding like rivers, flowing with unfathomable radiance.

Whenever the light fell, those laws faintly flickered, releasing a profound and powerful aura.

Each pattern contained the ultimate truth of the universe, as though every speckled mark was a trace carved by time.

Yet beneath the seemingly silent surface of the shell, there appeared to hide a tremendous power, ready to break forth at any moment, shaking the cosmos.

All these elements exuded a solemn and majestic aura from the giant turtle, inspiring awe.

Besides these, there were other terrifying Exotic Beasts in existence.

Each one had a form that covered the sky and sun, with bodies so massive that they inspired dread at just the sight.

On their skins, were etched patterns resembling ancient totems.

Every line seemed to contain the secrets of the world’s inception, circulating with awe-inspiring might.

Their aura swept in like a storm, that was unmistakably the powerful energy fluctuation at the early stage of the Nine Heavens Celestial Beast God.

Deep and vast, like a surging ocean, like a furnace blazing like flame, intense and unobservable.

With each breath, it triggered the surrounding Space Laws to tremble, revealing an extraordinary life force.

These terrifying Exotic Beasts were the lurking presences hidden in the void during the battle between the Great Xia’s strong warriors and the Beast Tide.

They lay dormant around, quietly waiting for opportunity, each scheming with unspeakable intentions.

Yet, at this moment.

No matter what exquisite plans those beast gods hidden in the shadows once plotted.

Or what storm-cloud brewing conspiracies they conceived, they were like castles made of sand, destined to wash away.

Lin Ping’an forcibly pulled the beast gods hidden in darkness into the light.

This bold move cut through the long-standing silence and mysteries like a brilliant meteor in the night sky.

Causing those beast gods attempting to play the role in mantis stalking cicada, while unaware of the oriole behind them, to be exposed.

The originally meticulously woven hunting net was ruthlessly torn apart from the start by this transformative action.

The battlefield situation, due to Lin Ping’an’s covert interference, underwent a turbulent change, leading to a new unknown.

These enormous creatures stood around the Guardian City, seemingly bringing it into a mythical era.

While the Great Xia’s fighters were like ants surrounded by gods, appearing tremendously small and helpless.

The Three Leaders looked extremely grim, sensing those terrifying auras, feeling their mental state close to collapse.

Even if there were only one among them, Great Xia would need the power of the entire tribe to respond.

Now, about a dozen terrifying Exotic Beasts could be felt.

Facing this, regardless of one’s past bravery and fearlessness, they couldn’t help but feel surrounded by despair.

Meanwhile, the citizens of Great Xia stared blankly, eyes filled with fear, gazing at the enormous projections.

The originally bright sky was now enveloped by an indescribable oppressive atmosphere.

On the screen, those numerous colossal figures, with ferocious visages, approached step by step like the advent of doomsday, the images shocking and terrifying.

Among the crowd, an elder tightly gripped his cane, his wrinkled face full of shock and helplessness, his trembling voice laced with despair.

"It’s over! It’s doomed! My Great Xia... My Great Xia is truly finished!"

The voice, like a thunderclap, instantly resonated with the crowd.

Laments and cries intertwined, forming a chaotic and painful ocean.

"So many terrifying beasts, how could we possibly resist them?"

A young Martial Artist gritted his teeth, his eyes glistening with tears, yet he fought to keep them from falling.

Immediately, he spoke, trembling yet resolute.

"This time we’re probably really doomed... But, I’ll die fighting, charging forward in battle."

With that, he harbored a deadly resolve and continued moving in the direction of the Spatial Tunnel.

Not far beside him, another woman held her young child, her eyes revealing deep fear and helplessness.

At this moment, she cried softly while muttering.

"How could this happen? Our homeland, the land where generations lived, how could it suddenly face such disaster?"