Yang was in a life or death situation.
He was even prepared to send his wisp of consciousness into Yang Tian's body at the last moment.
Of course, he would not do that unless it was the last resort.
Furthermore, if he wanted to do so successfully, he had to prevent Mo Zun from interfering with its descent.
His body continued to crack, and his Dao path showed signs of collapsing.
Yang's expression was gloomy, and he had already separated a wisp of his consciousness from his body, wrapping it in the power of his Dao path.
It also triggered Yang Tian's bloodline, creating a suction force.
In the nine zones.
The originally calm chaos suddenly began to fluctuate again.
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow. Was there a battle?
Moreover, it was not too far away from the nine zones. Both sides seemed to be extremely powerful.
Was it a conflict between the three supreme experts?
Would another expert die?
Chu Xuan started paying attention to the fluctuations in the chaos. The battle seemed to be getting more and more intense.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Yang Tian.
A suction force appeared from Yang Tian's body, guided by his bloodline.
Yang?
A battle had broken out in the chaos, and Yang Tian's bloodline had been activated. The first person he thought of was Yang.
One of the parties involved in the battle was Yang?
Moreover, in the face of a fatal crisis, was he preparing to escape with his wisp of consciousness?
Was he going to possess Yang Tian?
Or rely on this wisp of consciousness to reform his physical body and rise again?
Chu Xuan hesitated, wondering whether he should stop the other party's wisp of consciousness from descending.
If he did, Yang would die without a doubt.
If he did not stop him, what would happen if he possessed Yang Tian?
No matter what, Yang Tian was a Heaven's Blessed of the nine zones, so it was a bit of a loss to be possessed by an old monster.
Chu Xuan hesitated for a moment but in the end chose not to stop him. In any case, Yang's wisp of consciousness would not be able to cause any waves.
In the nine zones, as long as he did not allow it, he would not be able to successfully possess Yang Tian. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to learn about some of the secrets of the human race.
Moreover, although Yang was preparing to flee, he might not really die.
The tenth ancestor was definitely not weak. Furthermore, did the human race really not have any supreme experts?
Without a supreme expert, how could they have survived in the chaos for so long?
They would have been surrounded and easily vanquished by the other races, especially if any of the supreme experts from the other races took action.
Therefore, Chu Xuan surmised that the human race definitely had a supreme expert.
Only three of the ten ancestors of the human race had died. There were still seven more to go. Someone would probably save Yang, right?
Chu Xuan also wondered if the power of calamity had affected those three supreme experts.
Has their strength been weakened?
"Yang is going to die."
In the chaos, the experts from various races spoke softly.
The Nine Extreme Daoyuan realm experts present felt a chill run down their spines. Supreme experts were so much more powerful than they were.
Even though Yang's Dao path secret technique multiplied the power of the Dao path tenfold, he was still no match for Mo Zun.
The difference was simply too great.
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the chaos.
"The demon race seems to like bullying the weak. Mo Zun, this is beneath your status."
A white light suddenly appeared.
With a simple strike, he destroyed Mo Zun's attack.
Yang's figure shrunk and he retreated frantically.
Mo Zun did not continue to attack.
Instead, his expression turned serious.
He looked at the place where the white light had appeared.
A figure was hovering there; a tall man in a green robe, who had a rather valiant aura.
Yang quickly retreated behind him.
He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He had almost died.
"Hong," Mo Zun said with a dark expression.
In the distance, Divine Lord Du's expression changed as well. His figure flashed and reappeared close to Mo Zun's.
The fourth ancestor of the human race, Hong!
"Mo Zun," Hong chuckled, "Are you going to lead the demons to their downfall?"
"From my impression, the demon race has always been arrogant and prideful. They don't like to bully the weak. How did your demon race stoop to this level?
Then, his gaze gradually turned cold.
"Do you think that there's no experts among the human race? Believe it or not, I'll do the same thing and kill your nephew, Tianmo Lie!"
