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All Treasures, all Magic, vanished into thin air.
Rule Axe True Monarch and the others stared intensely at the ants below. Moments later, with no lingering attachment, they turned and left.
Their ancestor from ten thousand years ago was their common faith. They had a deep-seated awe for his strength, his wisdom, his techniques—far surpassing that of others; they wouldn't dare to test it with their lives, no matter what.
In the howling gale, many Immortals stood in silence, murderous intent overflowing.
"It was him!"
"Divine Crow, it was Divine Crow's doing."
Moments later, Rule Axe True Monarch, from the Iron Family of Rule Mountain, who was well-versed in the various secret techniques of the Northern Plains, said coldly, "Divine Crow has injected the last of Hei Clan's Dragon Qi into this altar!"
"Thus, the ancestral ritual responded prematurely!"
"How dare he?!"
"What?!"
