362: Dead?

Inside the Taiping Divine Sect, the Priest's gaze swept over the white bracelet in his hand, its light already so dim that it seemed on the verge of extinguishing the next second.

He patted his backside, stood up, and his eyes scanned the three Emperor-level Aliens, saying with a smile, “Just going to the restroom.”

“You must be joking.” An Emperor-level Grand Elder of the Ghost Race gently raised his hand, and the surrounding area was instantly enveloped by dense Black Swamp Power, sealing off this space.

But the next second, a pair of powerful hands pressed onto the head of this Emperor-level Ghost Race member.

The other two Emperor-level Aliens immediately stepped forward.

But it was too late.

Overbearing Space Laws surged wildly from his palm.

The Space Laws seemed to transform into the sharpest blades and swords under the heavens, with countless of them swirling in the Priest’s palm, simultaneously slicing the head beneath his palm!

“How is this possible!?” The Ghost Race Grand Elder was filled with disbelief. Hadn’t the Black Swamp Power been released?

Why could the Priest still use Space Laws?

“Young people always have a strange, inexplicable confidence…” The Priest's face showed mockery, and he exerted a slight force with his hand.

In just an instant.

The head shattered into pieces, and blood spurted out.

But for an Emperor-level, such an injury would not be fatal!

At this moment, another Alien super-strong individual blocked the Priest’s path.

He threatened in a deep voice, “Priest! Do you know what it means if you step out of here today?”

“War will break out, lives will be devastated, countless innocent people will die because of this one step of yours!”

Priest: “?”

He suddenly raised his arm and slapped fiercely, carrying the shattered space with the blow!

“Boom!”

The space, along with that large face, was directly blown apart by this slap.

The Priest rolled up his sleeves and cursed viciously, “Teach me how to do things?”

“Go to hell!”

“No manners.”

“Do you really think you’re something?”

After speaking, he took a single step, and the next second, he appeared tens of millions of miles away in the Alien Land, on the outskirts of the Life Tree.

The Human Race’s Life Tree had just sprouted; it was only a tender sapling.

To save Xiao Fan, using the root system of the Life Tree was the most reliable method.

Only the enormous forest before him contained it, which was why the Priest had come.

Helden dared not refuse.

But to his surprise, Helden was simply sitting outside the shield, with the gate wide open.

It seemed he had anticipated this.

At this moment, Helden’s dark pupils stared directly at the Priest, leaving eight words.

“The Ghost Race can be killed.”

“Xiao Fan is dead.”

The Priest remained silent, thinking as he entered the Life Tree, severing a section… no, three sections of roots, then turned and left.

Helden reopened the shield, only then noticing that the Priest had directly cut off such a large section, which made his expression stiffen.

“Sigh.”

After Helden sighed, he returned to his small hut.

He picked up a pot of hot tea, crossed his legs, gently blew on the steam, and the seriousness on his face disappeared, replaced by a sense of ease.

Suddenly, he looked at a small silver-iron scale beside him.

At this time, both ends of the scale were laden with many weights. He then took out a small weight, on which two characters were quickly carved: “leader.”

Then, he placed this weight onto the temporarily balanced scale.

The next second, the scale began to tilt.

Helden frowned, and after careful thought, he took out another weight, on which two characters were carved.

Two years.

He placed this weight on the other side, and the scale rebalanced.

Outside the sealed space.

Countless strong individuals were staring at the Black Swamp Power that had formed a fortress.

They were waiting for a result.

The Peak strong individuals did not know about Ghost God Power, so they did not believe that Xiao Fan would lose to You Ye.

But at this moment, the Alien side started arguing!

At this time, more than eight Emperor-level Aliens had gathered in the Alien direction.

Hu Xie, the Grand Elder of the Earth Goddess Church, said in a deep voice, “Everyone, follow me to open the shield!”

Now, whether the Super God Class lived or died was unknown.

But half of the Demon King Group was already dead!

If they continued to fight, no one knew what the outcome would be.

However, this would certainly give the pro-war nations an excuse and become a bargaining chip for war.

Therefore, they had to open the shield.

He looked up at Jiang Shenyi. If he was not mistaken, the Human Race shared his opinion.

Then today had to end here!

After speaking, he slammed a fist towards the barrier, but at that moment, a black figure blocked his path.

The Ghost Race Clan Chief, Youdu.

Hu Xie said coldly, “Your young master is about to die, and you’re still blocking me!?”

Youdu said indifferently, “My young master won’t die; only Xiao Fan will die. If this battle continues, the winner will undoubtedly be the Demon King Group!”

Hu Xie glared at him angrily, saying, “But if it continues, war will definitely break out!”

“Then let’s fight.” Youdu’s expression remained unchanged.

“When did the Ghost Race become so radical?” Hu Xie stared intently at the other party, saying, “It was your Ghost Race that advocated restricting the Taiping Divine Sect, and it’s also you who are advocating war.”

“What exactly does your Ghost Race want to do!?”

Youdu’s gaze swept over Shanhai Pass, and he said in a deep voice, “Is conquering this planet enough of a reason?”

“You conservatives, led by the Earth Goddess Church, are the cancerous tumors within the Alien Race, the traitors who obstruct the progress of all races!”

His tone suddenly rose as he scanned all the Aliens present, saying, “What significance does the conflict between the Demon King Group and the Super God Class have for all races?”

“Absolutely none!”

“Only war, only conquering more land, can provide a better life for more beings among all races!”

“Therefore, you are all traitors, you are the source of all suffering!”

“Today, I, Youdu, tell everyone here!”

“This war, I must start it today!”

But suddenly.

A white light streaked across the battlefield.

Vast Space Laws covered the entire 130th War Zone!

The entire scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Hu Xie’s angry expression suddenly vanished, replaced by an incredibly complex look.

Youdu looked at the constantly changing expressions of the people before him, immediately feeling a sense of unease. He abruptly turned around, and the scene before him left him stunned.

The Priest, clad in a white robe, floated silently in the air.

The sealed space had already been dissolved by his palm.

The poisonous mist instantly diffused outwards, but was immediately dispersed by the supreme strong individuals.

However, at this moment, what was most impactful was the scene beneath the Priest’s feet.

The thick Black Swamp Power had already dissipated.

Two “corpses” lay on the battlefield.

One was old and withered.

One had its body torn apart and shattered.

Beside Xiao Fan’s “corpse” was a dull, bent horn.

In an instant, countless strong individuals immediately began to probe Xiao Fan’s condition.

They wanted to know if this terrifying young man was truly dead!

To see if there was still any life Qi!

But at this moment, the Priest’s mind echoed the words Helden had just spoken to him.

Xiao Fan is dead.

The Ghost Race can be killed.

In just an instant, the Priest understood exactly what Helden meant.

At this moment.

The Priest still floated expressionlessly in the air, but his figure seemed to flicker for an instant.

Below, all the strong individuals’ probes had already arrived.

Demon War God’s face showed a hint of astonishment, and then he quickly probed several more times.

But the final result was the same!

Dead?

Truly dead?

The corpse lying on the ground at this moment had no life Qi whatsoever!

So…

Xiao Fan is dead?