Lin Zhan looked at Zhang Haoran, who was beaten into a pig's head, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He pulled over a young Taoist priest and said, "Brother-in-law, listen to your elder brother. Your senior brother is unreliable. You must not learn from him."
The young Taoist priest nodded with wide eyes, saying, "Yiku, yiku."
Everyone instantly focused their attention on Zhang Haoran...
"Marshal, the formation is ready." As the farce of the crowd just ended, Zhang Dabiao came to Lin Zhan and said.
The young Taoist priest waved his hand, and Tie Ha'er, leading three Iron-eating Beast Kings, personally carried a metal cage over.
"Uncle, the sacrifice is here. Don't you want to inspect it first? Miss this village and you won't find this shop."
Tie Ha'er said while opening the metal cage.
The Divine Clan Empress, whose cultivation was sealed, appeared within.
As the Divine Clan Empress was carried onto the high platform, He Dazhuang, Wang Erzhuang, Zhang Cong, and Meng Gang, each holding 100,000 captives of the Myriad Races Alliance of Lord level and above.
They divided into four directions and forced the captives to kneel under the altar.
The young Taoist priest, with a group of elders wearing animal skins, walked onto the altar and stood in the four corners of the altar according to the pre-engraved formation.
The young Taoist priest, as the eye of the formation, stood in the center of the altar again.
Lin Zhan exchanged a glance with the young Taoist priest, who quickly nodded to the surroundings.
"Wuwuwuwuwu..."
"Duo ah... Nuo zhadie, return quickly, soul..."
A mournful horn sound continuously echoed, and the elders wearing animal skins around them knelt down and chanted incantations.
"Youth is fading, the sun shines bright.
Spring's energy erupts, all things hasten.
Darkness pervades, the soul shall not flee.
Soul return! Not far away.
Soul, return! Not East, not West, not South, not North.
To the East lies the great sea, the drowning waters surge.
Chilong flows together, drifting up and down.
Misty rain falls, the white sun is thick.
Soul, not to the East! Tanggu is desolate.
Soul, not to the South! In the South, a thousand miles of fiery inferno, vipers writhe.
Mountains and forests are perilous, tigers and leopards prowl.
Shunshun and short foxes, Wang Kui soar.
Soul, not to the South! Wugou harms the body.
Soul, not to the West! In the West, the flowing sands, vast and deep.
Boar-headed eyes, disheveled hair, cackling madly.
Long claws and fangs, he laughs wildly.
Soul, not to the West! Many dangers and harms.
Soul, not to the North! In the North lies the cold mountain, the soaring dragon flares."
As everyone chanted, the "Great Soul Summoning Chapter" with its rising and falling tones was recited by the young Taoist priest.
"Sacrificial offerings." After the soul summoning, an elder with rooster feathers on his head shouted loudly to the surroundings.
Lin Zhan's eyes turned cold as he drew his saber and swung it down at the Divine Clan Empress, whose face was filled with rage.
A beautiful yet bloody head flew high. A generation's Divine Clan prodigy, the Empress of this era, thus ended her life.
"Kill, kill, kill."
As Lin Zhan beheaded her, shouts of hatred erupted from the crowds around the altar.
He Dazhuang and the other three, each with their executioners, beheaded all the captives in the four directions of the altar.
Lin Zhan, radiating killing intent, stood on the high platform and shouted loudly:
"Since the Great Wilderness began, our Human Race has been the innate paramount race. The ancestors of the Human Race hunted the Great Wilderness and resisted foreign races."
"Today, the descendants of the Human Race offer the heads of our enemies as a sacrifice, to mourn the souls of our Human Race warriors who died in battle through the generations."
Lin Zhan's words once again ignited the grief and indignation in the hearts of the Human Race soldiers.
"Who says we have no clothes? With you, our brethren. The King marches his army, sharpen our spears and sabers, with you, we share the same enmity!"
"Who says we have no clothes? With you, our robes are shared. The King marches his army, sharpen our spears and halberds, with you, we march together!"
"Who says we have no clothes? With you, our garments are the same. The King marches his army, sharpen our armor and weapons, with you, we march together!"
"Brothers, farewell on your journey. Soldiers of the Human Race, farewell on your journey."
The Human Race soldiers clad in black armor and plain white cloth, led by Lin Zhan and a host of Grand Generals and Kings, knelt deeply before the bodies of their fallen comrades.
The mournful horn sounded again, and the young Taoist priest on the altar recited the "Great Soul Summoning Chapter" once more.
"Soul, return! Zhengshi Kun Zhi.
Tianyi thousand ridges, people prosperous.
Beautiful abundance flows, virtue and grace shine.
First valor, then culture, good and beautiful are clear.
Soul, return! Reward and punishment are just.
Fame is like the sun, illuminating the four seas.
Virtue and reputation match heaven, ten thousand people are ordered.
North to Youling, South to Jiaozhi.
West to Yangchang, East to the sea.
Soul, return! Esteem worthy men."
"All soldiers, souls return..."
As the young Taoist priest's voice fell, a bronze gate with mysterious runes appeared above the altar.
The bodies of all fallen comrades turned into points of light, circling the kneeling Human Race soldiers.
It was as if they were bidding a final farewell to the comrades with whom they had fought side by side.
The ancient bell sound rang from within the bronze gate.
The souls of countless fallen Human Race soldiers transformed into points of light, flowing like water into the bronze gate.
After all the souls had entered the gate, the ancient bell sound rang again, and the closed bronze gate slowly disappeared from sight.
"Could this be..."
Ying Xuan murmured to himself, looking at the disappearing bronze gate.
"Old Ying, shut up. Issue an order that this matter is forbidden from further discussion. Violators will be dealt with by military law."
Before Ying Xuan could speak, Lin Zhan interrupted him.
Then Lin Zhan spoke again:
"The entire army listens to my command. The Human Race has achieved a great victory. The Human Race Alliance has achieved a great victory."
"We are going home."
With that, Lin Zhan took out a Human Race imperial seal.
Instantly, space shattered, and with a flash of light, Lin Zhan and the remaining Human Race soldiers returned to the Royal Court.
At the moment Lin Zhan and the Human Race soldiers returned, endless Human Race destiny descended, carrying dazzling purple light that scattered to every corner of the mother planet.
A large amount of destiny poured into the heads of the Human Race soldiers.
The Human Race soldiers, led by Lin Zhan, all entered a state of enlightenment, standing in their original postures.
Outside the sea of destiny, in the Human Race camp, the Three Ancestors sat solemnly in the main seat:
"My Kings, the Human Race has won a great victory. The entire army is ready to receive the baptism of destiny. How far you can go depends on your own fortune."
After speaking, the Three Ancestors closed their eyes and began to receive the baptism of destiny.
In the camp of the Divine Demon Race opposite, several half-ancestors of the Divine Demon races spat blood due to the heavy loss of their respective races' destiny, and their powerful auras slowly waned.
"We lost this battle."
"Issue an order, the entire army will break camp and retreat. We will make plans after returning to our respective planes."
The two leading half-ancestors of the Divine Demon races exchanged helpless glances, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Looking at the Human Race camp enveloped in destiny, the endless radiance even extending to the sea of destiny, the leading figures of the Divine Demon races could only shake their heads and say:
"Let's go, let's go. Return to defend against the Human Race counterattack, preserve the heritage of our bloodlines, and await the next war of the Myriad Races."