Wu Dong Qian Kun

1176. - 1200.

Chapter 1176. - Terrifying Devouring Master

A clear sound rang out across the land as a black light figure slowly appeared in front of first elder Zhu Li, Little Marten and the rest. He smiled as he looked towards the devil bead that contained terrifying energies, and reached out with his hand. Devouring Power burst out and the devil bead immediately turned sluggish and was easily caught in his hand.

"Thump!"

The black light figure tightened his grip a little, and the devil bead that even first elder Zhu Li and numerous powerful practitioners were unable to withstand, was easily shattered like brittle glass.

"After so many years, is this all you have? Although you Yimo are supposedly superior by nature, such superiority is merely so."

The black light figure softly chuckled. His ordinary tone was filled with disdain and overbearingness. From his appearance, it seemed as though even these strange and extraordinary Yimo were below his notice.

"Lin Dong?"

At this moment, first elder Zhu Li and rest also regained their wits. They gazed at the somewhat familiar figure before them and involuntarily cried out in astonishment. Only a short span of half a day had passed, how could Lin Dong's strength have reached such a frightening level?

"Heh, although this body is Lin Dong's, the current him has still not reached this level." The figure turned his head. The face that originally belonged to Lin Dong currently wore a smile, a tyrannical smile that filled with disdain.

"You are... the Devouring Master?"

First elder Zhu Li and the rest were stunned, but they abruptly regained their wits as the shock in their eyes intensified even further. The legendary pinnacle expert had actually appeared before them today?

"I have temporarily borrowed Lin Dong's body to exterminate some of this scourge." The Devouring Master waved his hand. Without further ado, he turned around as his indifferent gaze locked onto the five figures in the sky above.

"Devouring Master... legends never truly die. You had clearly fallen, yet you still crawl back up from your grave to cause mischief."

In the sky, the black figure originally seated on the black cloud throne also stood up as black fog gathered, transforming into a sinister face. His eyes were firmly glued to the figure below. Within them was an intense hatred and a slight trace of fear that had been deeply hidden to the extreme.

"Hehe, you were the losers of the great world war back then. I imagine that your days of sneaking around have not passed very pleasantly, right?" The Devouring Master softly chuckled as he replied.

Cold light flickered in the Tenth Seat King's eyes. Moments later, he sinisterly laughed and replied, "The only reason you were barely able to clinch victory back then was because Symbol Ancestor ignited his Reincarnation to seal the tear between the planes, causing our Yimo race to be unable to muster our full forces. However, no matter how strong the seal is, there will eventually come a time when it will weaken. At that time, will there be a second Symbol Ancestor amongst you willing to sacrifice his life to save all of you?"

"Faith will never be extinguished. There will naturally be a second Symbol Ancestor." The Devouring Master slowly lifted his hands. He was a little silent as he looked at these slender hands that did not belong to himself, before he replied.

"Is that so?"

The Tenth Seat King sneered. Soon after, his eyes abruptly turned icy, "However, I'm afraid that you won't have the chance to see that day!"