Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 396: Lin Ping’an Appears, Joyfully Loots and Easily Subdues Over a Dozen Ninth Heaven Beast Emperors

Meanwhile, the Dragon God, with its commanding presence, stands supreme above the Ten Thousand Races.

In those majestic dragon eyes, a cold and arrogant light flickers, as if the entire world is under its control, subject to its arbitrary judgment.

At this moment, It displays a wild and domineering demeanor, an unstoppable strength and pressure that leaves everything around in silent dread.

Not a single being dares to oppose those words or actions.

The Beast Gods from various races, who once commanded respect on their own.

But now, they seem like they’re being tightly choked by the Death God, unable to escape the slow shadow of death enveloping them.

Their Qi Blood and Spiritual Power, like grains of sand in an hourglass, dissipate little by little, eroded and consumed by time, hopelessly beyond recovery.

Out of the most primal instinct to survive, these once proud and unyielding Beast Gods now bow their noble heads, with eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Towards the same direction, they cry out in heart-wrenching calls.

"Lord Dragon God, Your might is like a god among gods, we acknowledge our deep sins, and wish to submit to You now and forever, just begging You to spare our lives!"

A Beast God trembles with its voice, words full of despair and supplication.

At the same moment.

Another Beast God is shedding tears and mucus, desperately pleading for mercy.

"Spare us! We are fully aware of our heinous crimes, imploring You to show great compassion, forgiving our ignorance and offenses."

And one originally majestic Beast God now looks ashen, with eyes that show a profound attachment to life.

"No... my cultivation accumulated over millions of years, I do not wish it to vanish in a moment of folly."

"If the Dragon God is willing to forgive, I vow to follow the leadership of the Dragon Race, as atonement for past wrongs."

In this tragic yet desperate atmosphere, the pleas of the Beast Gods rise and fall.

They exert their last strength to express to the Dragon God their remorse and extreme desire to live.

For beasts, dignity and ceremonial righteousness, shame, or moral integrity simply do not matter; only survival is important.

Everything is for survival.

To eke out a living, they can abandon race, kindred, everything...

Perhaps, these are things that beasts, even if they gain intelligence over millions of years, still cannot learn.

Of course, within the Human Race, there are also those who abandon everything for survival.

In Lin Ping’an’s opinion, such beings are no longer worthy of being called humans, no different from beasts.

At this moment, the Dragon God’s Spiritual Power slightly trembles, sensing those Great Xia Martial Artists millions of miles away.

Though in Its view, those martial artists are like ants, their aura does not change.

Now, some anomalies are being retrieved from memory.

Those ants weren’t destroyed by the aftermath of the battle but managed to survive.

There’s definitely something wrong here.

Yet, before the Dragon God could think further.

The previously silent observer, Lin Ping’an, after deciding not to remain hidden at this crucial moment.

Like a meteor streaking across the night sky, he suddenly appears on the battlefield.

Originally, he had no intention of getting involved in this conflict.

But seeing the power of those Beast Gods rapidly dwindling and the flame of life flickering unsteadily.

Delaying any longer might truly lead to their complete demise in this endless battle.

Lin Ping’an was unwilling to accept such an outcome.

Nor did he want the Dragon God to show mercy and take them as subordinates.

In Lin Ping’an’s view, these Beast Gods from various races are indispensable resources in the pursuit of higher realms and climbing the peak of cultivation.

The mighty Qi Blood flowing within them, and the spiritual will accumulated through the ages.

If absorbed and refined by his Little World, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his cultivation.

Furthermore, the knowledge and wisdom carried in the minds of those Beast Gods and the racial secrets hidden deep in their bloodlines are invaluable treasures.

Which might unveil deeper secrets of various Laws or guide a path to unknown realms.

All these are treasures Lin Ping’an desires to acquire, study, and utilize.

So, in this critical moment, he chooses to reveal himself, deciding to alter the predetermined course of fate.

Not only to save those lives on the verge of extinction, but also for his own growth and exploration of the endless path of cultivation.

After confidently appearing, he speaks no words, instantly teleporting next to a suppressed Beast God.

This Beast God is desperately struggling amidst the all-consuming Law Black Hole’s tear and damage, a harrowing scene.

Lin Ping’an is surrounded by a gentle golden light.

This light is not blinding yet exudes an unyielding resilience.

Like a solid barrier, it effortlessly withstands the Black Hole’s destructive power, preventing any harm to himself.

Then, with movements like flowing clouds and water, he extends a hand; that moment seems to stretch time.

A mysterious power flows in his palm.

Fingers lightly touch the Beast God’s body, an immense world power emerges from within, slowly enveloping the giant Beast God.

Then, with an arm withdrawal, the giant beast figure, towering thousands of meters, is sucked into an invisible vortex.

Instantly disappearing into his palm, absorbed into the Little World within him.

That Beast God, after escaping the predicament, barely had time to rejoice for one breath before being shrouded by a gigantic golden bell, once again subdued in the blink of an eye.

Beast God: "???"

Escaping the tiger’s den only to enter the wolf’s lair.

Honestly, though It has lived for eons, with countless experiences, at this moment, its mentality is somewhat collapsing.

"Release... let me out... I submit... truly submit..."

Unfortunately, there was not a hint of use.

Lin Ping’an paid no attention to the meaning of the subdued beast god in his Little World.

Such mere resources, the result is already determined, not worth wasting effort and words.

Furthermore, there are a dozen more Beast Gods awaiting him!

After this, his figure flashes, appearing beside the second... third... fourth, and further Beast Gods.

Every time, it’s the same operation and process.

Reach out, flash, Beast God disappears.

Absorbed into the Little World, suppressed again.

In no more than three breaths, those dozen Beast Gods from various races vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Of course, to them, there is no difference, merely changing the place of suppression, changing the position of awaiting demise.

As for other differences, only the value of death is somewhat greater.

This time, thanks to the Dragon God using the Law Black Hole to suppress and trap these beings.