Deep underground in Tianlu, the core of the Mingjiao clan's nest has expanded to a diameter of about 100,000 miles.

Jiao Yan, Ying Xiu'er's Jiao Lang, was standing respectfully in a chamber filled with evil blood. In the chamber, which was nearly a thousand miles in radius, blood-colored transparent hoses were hanging from the ceiling, with hundreds of thousands of egg-shaped flesh sacs hanging on the hoses. In the translucent flesh sacs, the perfect-shaped members of the Mingjiao tribe were curled up quietly.

Jiao Yan squinted his eyes and looked at those flesh sacs in a daze.

Suddenly, dozens of feet in front of him, a blood pool with a diameter of hundreds of miles was filled with rolling waves, and a huge figure about ten feet tall slowly emerged, stepping on the sticky black and red blood.

Large masses of black fog that had almost condensed into substance rapidly spread out behind the huge figure, and a giant python with a total of one thousand and eighty hideous snake heads slowly emerged.

The giant python was quietly floating behind the man, with one thousand and eighty heads arranged neatly, forming a strange and evil circle of snake heads behind the man. Three thousand one hundred and sixty scarlet eyes were staring at Jiao Jian, and the monstrous evil intent made Jiao Jian's whole body stiff, and even his thoughts were almost frozen.

With a thump, Jiao Jian knelt heavily on the ground and prostrated himself before the master.

"My dear father!" Jiao Yan knelt down and saluted to the huge figure respectfully, meticulously completing a whole set of extremely complicated and evil worship rituals.

"It's good that you're not dead!" The dark red blood rolled and condensed into a huge skull throne. A huge figure sat steadily on the throne. The five fingers of his right hand gently pressed the armrest of the throne, making a crisp "ding ding" sound.

"Although, I won't feel bad if you die." The huge figure chuckled, "You are just a child who can't even refine your own nest... and your ambition far exceeds your own strength. There are as many idiots as you want. I really won't feel bad if you die."

The giant figure raised his left index finger and pointed at the Dark Horn people curled up in the hanging flesh bags above his head. He said calmly: "Remember, always remember. You still have so many brothers waiting to be born... someone can replace you at any time!"

"You were able to be born, to fight and conquer, and to spread the reputation of our Mingjiao clan far and wide. It's not because you are so good, but because you are lucky." The huge figure said coldly: "Among these brothers of yours who have not been born, there are definitely geniuses who are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands times better than you."

"It's simply because our Mingjiao clan has destroyed too much resources and too much damage to various worlds... Our ancestors restricted us from reproducing offspring at will, so they have no chance to be born."

Shaking his head, the huge figure said calmly: "That's all!"

Jiao Yan knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to the huge figure: "Father, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will never do such stupid things beyond my ability again."

The huge figure nodded in satisfaction. He waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Very good. Now, get out and do your work. The lair of the Celestial Clan? Humph, how could it be so easily taken down by a bunch of immature brats like you?"

"I'm really curious, what are those terrifying old guys from the Celestial Clan planning? Their lair is so empty?"

With a low snort, the huge figure said a little annoyed: "It's really annoying. Our Dark Horn clan's combat power is unparalleled, but when it comes to conspiracies and tricks... it's too annoying! What on earth are they planning? I always have an uneasy feeling."

He raised his right fist which was covered with thin, sharp horn-like protrusions and punched himself hard on the head. There was a loud bang and sparks flew everywhere.

The huge figure shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "Killing, plundering, devouring, evolving... Our bloodline has given us extremely powerful combat power. The reputation of our Dark Horn clan has made countless enemies tremble in fear!"

"But, wisdom! We lack wisdom, this is so... embarrassing!" The huge figure complained helplessly: "We have devoured the brains of so many powerful intelligent creatures, but it didn't increase our intelligence by even a little bit! Great ancestor, is his brain full of stone?"

Jiao Jian raised his head cautiously and smiled carefully: "So, father, that woman..."

The huge figure was stunned, with two blazing blood-red flames burning in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "That native woman? Well, it seems that she is smarter than you... Perhaps we can all learn something useful from her."

"Go, go. I'll give you some of the rights to the mother nest. Let her do whatever she wants. I want to see how far she can go!" The huge figure said in a muffled voice, "Perhaps, she will be very useful in the future. Who knows?"

Jiao Jian stood up and turned into a streak of black light and fled out of the cabin. He flew away in a hurry, running as fast as if he was fleeing.

The voice of the huge figure suddenly came, easily spreading throughout the huge nest: "But, Jiao Jian, my most useless and useless son, if you make a mistake again this time, I will eat your head!"

Jiao Yan shuddered and ran away even faster.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Blood Prison that the Shui family was responsible for suppressing, Ying Xiu'er, who had completely transformed into a member of the Mingjiao tribe, was wearing thick black armor all over her body and a black helmet. Only her stunningly beautiful little face remained unchanged. She stood on the city wall, looking coldly at the countless Mingjiao warriors who were brought back in a miserable state.

A deafening sound of waves came from the corridor leading to the underground blood prison. Waves of blood rolled out of the corridor, closely following the warriors of the Mingjiao clan.

Shui Wubo and a group of other Shui clan members who had been alienated by the Mingjiao clan and assimilated by the Mingjiao clan from flesh and blood to soul were running in front of all the Mingjiao clan warriors in a panic, constantly making angry roars.

After being assimilated by the evil power of the Mingjiao clan, Shui Wubo and his companions' intelligence seemed to be affected as well.

Their IQ seemed to have dropped by more than half, and cruel and brutal primitive animality had become their instinct. Their roars were as ferocious as those of wild beasts, and the expressions on their faces were distorted to the extreme, and each of them looked like a demon.

"Damn it, damn it, how could such a terrifying demon hide in the Blood Prison?" Shui Wubo roared in anger, "I never knew there would be so many terrifying ones here..."

Before he could finish his words, a beam of blood shot out from the blood wave chasing from behind and instantly pierced Shui Wubo's chest.

Shui Wubo's body suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye all the essence in his body was devoured, and his body turned into a wisp of decayed ash and disappeared.