The calm question made the three half-decayed beings within the constellation turn cold, because the other party was clearly not asking for their opinions, but rather issuing an order with absolute certainty.
The million-strong sea race army gathered within the constellation has been wiped out, leaving only the three strongest half-decayers.
"Jiang Yuan, I know you're strong, but with just a few of you, how confident are you in killing the three of us!"
This time, the half-dead sea creature no longer had the arrogance it once had. After witnessing the divine fire proving its Dao and defying the Dao to burn the heavens, the entire battlefield kept their distance from Jiang Yuan.
The title of "God of Slaughter" is not just a figure of speech. Even when the supreme Heavenly Dao was placed before Jiang Yuan, it was still shattered by his iron fist.
Having witnessed the rise of the strong, they are even more certain of the potential they possess when blessed with racial destiny, especially the strong who lead an era's wave; their future lies on the stage of vying for godhood.
"The end of the battlefield is the end, and I think you all know that better than anyone else." Jiang Yuan was in no hurry to make a move. He had already killed enough people in Xingxiu. Under the Slaughtering Divine Fire, those ordinary beings were just kindling, which could only burn brighter and brighter.
What he needs is a pillar to support the six realms of reincarnation.
Meng Mo, a half-decayed member of the sea race, stepped forward and then struck a pose, saying, "We want to know how the three half-decayed members of Kang Su died?"
The sea race thoroughly studied the fall of the three constellations of Juntian. Among them, Jiao was killed by the Central Continent Alliance army, while Di was killed when Jiang Yuan ignited the divine fire. Only the three half-decayed beings of Kang were killed when the great battle was about to begin. At that time, even Jiang Yuan did not have the strength to kill the three half-decayed beings.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan smiled faintly and continued, "They witnessed the twilight, felt the decay, and welcomed the darkest hour."
"You killed him all by yourself!"
The three half-decayed beings understood the meaning behind Jiang Yuan's words and were greatly shocked. They originally thought Jiang Yuan was powerful enough, but now it seemed that they had underestimated him.
"To be precise, I didn't kill them, but used another method to get them back onto the chessboard!"
Jiang Yuan had made up his mind to take these people in, so naturally he would try to seduce them. As for psychological pressure, yeah, these people were intruders, and he was already being lenient by not killing them outright.
"Nonsense! He's clearly a bloodthirsty executioner trying to justify himself with high-sounding excuses!" Meng Mo shouted.
Jiang Yuan said indifferently, "That depends on your definition of life. Every time the battlefield of the Imperial Star ends in destruction, who can survive forever?"
"No need for further words. If you can defeat the three of us, we'd be willing to serve you as a slave, let alone enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
Meng Mo's eyes were resolute. For a strong person, being enslaved or served was obviously more painful than being killed, but now they could use this as a condition to fight Jiang Yuan.
It can only be said that they have grand ambitions. If they can kill Jiang Yuan here, the future of the sea race will be bright. Otherwise, Jiang Yuan will become an insurmountable obstacle for the sea race.
"If forceful methods can win your devout faith, then I can give it a try!"
Jiang Yuan needs near-gods to fill the divine path, which requires extremely devout faith, just like those people he killed in the Heavenly Mirror Temple before. Faith wavered between the reverse path and the heavenly path, and finally achieved enlightenment and completely devoted himself to the path of reincarnation. This is the kind of reincarnator Jiang Yuan needs most.
"Come, let's fight!"
Meng Mo suddenly attacked. As demigods of the sea race buried in the battlefield of the fallen gods, they were once top experts and leaders of the times. However, they were born at the wrong time and could not embark on the true path of gods.
Now, they have a challenge against a god-like opponent, and they want to prove their abilities.
"Sea Dance Emperor Blade!"
The towering waves crashed in, containing profound mysteries at the level of a sovereign.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan was in the midst of a vortex of destruction, but he looked at the surging seawater around him without much interest.
Having witnessed the Forest of Reincarnation, he gained a new understanding of the entire structure of the Mysterious Art.
The so-called seven layers of profound meaning actually correspond to the basic components of the Profound Meaning Forest.
Those are the rules set by the mastermind behind the battlefield. If one cannot break free from these rules, one will never truly master the profound mysteries.
"I hope my profound technique will enable you to take that step!"
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yuan made his move, and the black and white world in his hand magnified in Meng Mo's eyes.
The first layer is the gloomy twilight, just like these dying demigods.
They experienced the twilight of the original battlefield, and in order to wait for a new world, they chose the most unbearable and futureless path, burying themselves and leaving hope to future generations.
A gentle breeze caressed his face, but the twilight of the cycle scattered Meng Mo's 'Sea Dance Emperor Blade'. The clash between the two profound techniques was like water hitting a red-hot iron block, they were not even on the same level.
"The Second Cycle - Decay!"
Jiang Yuan continued to push forward, but the killing intent within the Samsara Mystery had vanished.
An aura of annihilation swept over, and a completely new world appeared before Meng Mo's eyes. However, this world was devoid of any life, and a desolate land was filled with disordered attributes.
He closed his eyes as if he himself had become a pebble in a desolate world, life was noble, but also insignificant.
Even after becoming a demigod, Meng Mo still felt awe for the universe, because compared to the universe, living beings were insignificant. Just now, a lifeless world made him feel desolate, and he almost sacrificed himself for his cause.
"No!"
In the instant of his withering away, Meng Mo's buried ambition rekindled. He was a demigod of the sea race, a supreme being left behind to continue the great cause of the sea race. How could he be swayed by his opponent's chaotic plans?
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