The ditches around the statue of the young Confucian scholar were already filled with blood, all flowing like rivulets, converging below the statue.

Accompanying the trembling voice of the white-haired old man, the faint blood-colored light on the statue's surface pulsed rhythmically. At the hem of its robe, a blood-colored vortex spun rapidly, emitting waves of strange energy.

With a "buzzing" sound!

The blood-colored vortex flashed with light, and a soldier clad in blood-colored armor darted out. He blankly scanned the surroundings before leaping into the air and flying directly towards the battlefield outside the square.

A moment later, another blood-armored soldier emerged from the blood-colored vortex and joined the fray.

Just then, a black-robed girl sitting cross-legged around the statue suddenly swayed and fell.

Her face was as pale as paper, and even her lips were devoid of color. The wound on her wrist remained open, but no more blood could flow out.

The white-haired old man saw this, a hint of pity in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.

Among the dozen or so people attending to them, a burly man in plain clothes immediately stepped forward, picked up the girl, and fed her a red pill.

The girl's vacant spot was quickly filled by a young girl.

The girl looked somewhat timid, but without any hesitation, she sat down cross-legged. Like the others, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a gleaming dagger, and pressed it against her wrist.

She closed her eyes fearfully, bit her lip, and drew the dagger across her wrist.

A striking line of blood immediately appeared, and crimson blood dripped down like a string of blood-colored pearls.

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Although the altar was operating at full capacity, and blood-armored soldiers emerged from it every so often to join the battle, this did nothing to stop the human race's decline.

Before long, the sounds of fierce fighting grew closer and closer, and the expressions on the faces of those in the square became increasingly unsightly, their eyes gradually filled with despair.

The altar formation centered on the statue of the young Confucian scholar in the square was the foundation of their clan's heritage. Once it was captured by the alien race and the ancestral god's statue was destroyed, the entire clan would be exterminated.

At this moment, more and more human cultivators were forced by the alien race to retreat from all directions to the periphery of the square, forming a ring-shaped defensive circle, making a last-ditch stand.

In the high sky, huge booming sounds continued to come, and several clusters of rainbow light collided fiercely, revealing more than a dozen figures.

Six of them were blue-skinned aliens, each with a hideous face, eyes filled with fanatical bloodlust, and sharp fangs gleaming with cold light.

The blue-skinned aliens were already tall, but the purple-robed man leading them was even taller than his kin, looking like an iron tower standing in mid-air.

His aura was incredibly thick, clearly a Mahayana stage cultivator. The five aliens following him all had late or middle Integration stage cultivation.

These people were also shrouded in that layer of white light, but it was much more solidified than that of ordinary aliens.

Across from them stood five human cultivators. Apart from an elegant man in a blue shirt with a slightly plump figure who possessed late Integration stage cultivation, the others were only early Integration stage. They were clearly no match for the aliens.

On the verge of annihilation, the elegant man felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He could only glance at the huge statue in the square and grit his teeth inwardly.

But just then, a sudden change occurred!

A cluster of bright white light appeared without warning in front of the elegant man and the others, exploding like a scorching sun, and countless rays of light shot out from it, instantly engulfing them.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

An incomparably powerful wave of air swept out from the center of the explosion, instantly forming several violent tornado hurricanes, sweeping in all directions.

Several blurred figures were seen suddenly shooting out from the white light, falling towards the square.

With a loud "boom!"

The ground at the edge of the square cracked, and a large pit tens of feet deep was instantly formed.

But soon, several rainbows of light flew out of the pit, revealing the figures of those human cultivators, all with tattered clothes and chaotic auras.

The elegant man's face was like golden paper, and he was holding a broken blood-patterned shield in his hand, with blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

It was he who had tried his best to protect everyone just now. Although no one had died, he had clearly paid a considerable price.

"Clan leader..."

Seeing this, the surrounding human race was even more panicked, and they all called out.

The elegant man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, waved his hand to the crowd, indicating that he was fine.

He looked up at the sky, saw that the aliens had not immediately chased after them, and walked a few steps to the bottom of the statue, casting an inquiring glance at the white-haired old man.

The old man shook his head and said with a sad expression, "The Ancestral God still has no response."

The elegant man smiled bitterly and murmured, "Ancestral God, are you really going to abandon your people, abandon your servants?"

At this moment, the purple-robed alien had led several clan elders and flew into the sky above the square, laughing loudly:

"Hahaha... Luo Feng, are you still begging your useless Ancestral God? Why not be flexible and worship our Frost Crystal Clan's Ancestral God in the future?"

"Tuha, don't be arrogant! Your Ancestral God was just a defeated general under our Wumeng Island's Ancestral God." The elegant man scolded angrily.

"Hehe, what does a temporary humiliation matter? The so-called winner takes all, our Ancestral God still protects our clan and makes us invincible, but what about yours? Ever since he was seriously injured and fell asleep ten thousand years ago, has he ever awakened? I'm afraid he has already fallen?" The purple-robed alien Tuha pointed to the white light on his body, and then looked at the statue, saying with contempt.

Luo Feng was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to refute, but he was speechless, because what the other party said was not wrong.

For nearly ten thousand years, their clan's Ancestral God had indeed been in a deep sleep, and had almost lost contact with the clan members. Especially in the past thousand years, he had not responded to the clan members' calls at all.

At the beginning of this invasion by the great enemy, they had gritted their teeth and tried to awaken the Ancestral God by relying on the clan members' blood essence, but there had been no response so far.

Although they could still summon some Ancestral Guards through the statue left by the Ancestral God, it was only a drop in the bucket, and could only barely resist, and could not change the overall situation at all.

"Luo Feng, just relying on these summoned blood-armored soldiers, you want to stop our Tuhun clan, it's just a fool's dream. If you don't surrender obediently, I will slaughter your entire clan." Tuha suddenly raised his voice and shouted sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the surrounding Frost Crystal Clan swarmed up, and the offensive suddenly became more fierce.

The Wumeng Island side was originally at a disadvantage, and now it was even more precarious. Several defensive lines were breached, and it was clear that the enemy was about to invade the center of the square.

Luo Feng's body trembled, his face was extremely ugly, and he felt a little desperate.

At this moment, a low wailing sound suddenly came from nowhere, and the green statue suddenly trembled, making a rumbling sound.

Then the statue emitted a dazzling black light, becoming brighter and brighter.

"This is... the Ancestral God... the Ancestral God is showing his spirit!"

The white-haired old man closest to the altar was the first to notice the change, and shouted with great joy.

The Wumeng Island side was stunned at first, and then when they heard the old man's voice, they all showed ecstatic expressions, and their morale soared. The defensive line that was about to collapse showed a sign of stability.

The expressions of the attacking Frost Crystal Clan were the opposite, and they also became very uneasy.

If the other party's Ancestral God could really manifest his spirit, even their Mahayana stage clan leader would not be an opponent at all.

"Impossible!"

Clan leader Tuha stared at the statue below, and shouted in disbelief.

The light emitted by the statue became brighter and brighter, and then suddenly flashed, and the entire statue exploded with a bang, turning into a large piece of black-as-ink light.

The black light flashed a few times, and turned into a black vortex with a radius of tens of feet.

Streaks of pitch-black electric arcs flashed in the vortex, tearing through the void and making deafening thunder sounds.

The originally bright sky, with the appearance of the black vortex, also appeared patches of dark clouds, and faint flashes of lightning flashed in them.

The surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles, like boiling water, rolled violently.

Seeing such a scene, both sides of the battle changed their expressions greatly, and immediately stopped, wary of each other.

The black electric arcs in the vortex increased rapidly, and then condensed into one place, turning into a huge black electric ball, sizzling.

Pfft!

The black electric ball suddenly twisted, and then stretched out, turning into a pitch-black space crack tens of feet long.

Whoosh!

A staggering figure shot out from it, swayed slightly, stabilized in mid-air, and revealed the figure of a man in a green robe.

The space crack flashed wildly a few times, slowly closed, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the black vortex in mid-air also slowly dissipated, the agitated heaven and earth spiritual energy quickly recovered, and the dark clouds in the air also disappeared.

Although the man in the green robe looked a little embarrassed, his expression carried a trace of joy.

But when he stabilized his body and looked around, seeing the dark mass of people around him, his brow furrowed slightly.

This person was Han Li. He had used all his skills to successfully cross the interface gap.

However, at this time, his mana was almost exhausted, his physical strength was greatly depleted, and his Eight Treasure Exquisite Bone Armor was completely shattered in the space storm.

However, what was going on in front of him?

"Ancestral God! You are finally back!"

Clan leader Luo Feng quickly glanced at the man in the green robe, and a strange color flashed through his eyes with lightning speed. A look of incomparable joy appeared on his face, and he bowed down to the man in the green robe.