The Master of Beasts-Chapter 759 - 236:

"Roar!"

A heart-wrenching beast roar resounded across the earth.

Qiongqi turned to look at Zhen, who was already on the brink of death, and two sparkling tears rolled down the tiger-like face.

"Don't mourn for me. Rather than growing old uselessly in the Demon Domain, I have no regrets finishing in a grand battle like this!"

Zhen looked up at the sun in the sky, the dazzling sunlight falling upon him, and murmured, "It's so beautiful!"

Watching Zhen's eyes slowly close and his breath cease, Qiongqi let out a furious roar.

"Lord Qiongqi, what should we do now?"

Qiongqi glanced around, suppressing his sorrow, and said, "Clear out all the cultivators and ghost monsters here. This place will be our territory from now on!"

"We've won!"

After a moment of silence, the crowd started cheering: "We won, we won."

"Sunlight, I too can bask in the sunlight!"

"Not only that, there are green mountains, clear waters, and so much more..."

The cheers of the tribe did not diminish Qiongqi's sadness; Zhen's death continually reminded Qiongqi that stepping out of the Demon Domain was only the beginning!

This place is but an ordinary small city. At first, Qiongqi and others cleared away the nearby ghost monsters swiftly, the cultivators within the city unable to resist at all.

However, the Holy Land appeared. Because of the prolonged isolation from the True Realm, Qiongqi didn't know which Holy Land this was, only that upon seeing them, the cultivators attacked hysterically.

As a result, Zhen died, and the disciples of that Holy Land also perished, leaving only a damaged land behind.

"We need the support of the Golden King!" reminded the Chongming Bird with drooping wings.

"I know, are you alright?"

The Divine Skills unleashed by that Daluo from the Holy Land at the last moment were powerful, causing not only Zhen's death but also seriously injuring Chongming Bird. Had Qiongqi not been far away, engaged with another Daluo, it would have been difficult for him as well.

"Qiongqi, Zhen is dead. I know you are sad, but you need to be mentally prepared!"

"Prepared for what?" Qiongqi asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Qiongqi, we are the elders close to the Saint Master. Although my thoughts may be dark, the truth could be just so."

"The Golden King views us as pathfinders!" Chongming Bird said, eyes downcast.

"Pathfinders? Impossible!"

After denying it, Qiongqi thought of the deceased Zhen and the awaited support from the Golden King, hesitating slightly: "As long as the Saint Master is still here, it wouldn't dare!"

Chongming Bird responded sorrowfully, "The Saint Master is old, Feng Cang and Kang Long have also aged!"

Old Zuyan Feng Cang, Old Dang Kang Kang Long, these two beasts were the strongest aside from the Saint Master, yet due to old age, their physical conditions worsened.

Once they exert themselves fully, it may even exhaust their life span.

"I understand!"

..........

Aside from the Mountain and Sea Strange Beasts and the Dragon Clan, other races emerging from the Demon Domain suffered greatly.

Underworld ghosts, disorganized power structures, and those lofty Holy Lands were all their opponents!

The Underworld and Yang World are inherently opposed, there's no debating it!

The chaotic organizations were mainly formed by loose cultivators or ambitious individuals, tempted by the rare bloodlines of Spiritual Beasts.

As for the Holy Land, it was the primary force in the Human Clan and Demon Clan war, their enmity even deeper than the conflict between the Underworld and Yang World!

"These madmen of the Holy Land!" Qilin Mountain clutched the wound on his neck, somewhat exasperated.

Just a bit deeper, and he'd lose his head, though he might not die, who'd want to step closer to death?

"Perhaps, we should slow down a bit!" suggested Qilin River, whose face was not looking great either.

The battle with the Holy Land disciples was indeed perilous, and although the losses were minimal, it was overwhelming for those emerging from the Demon Domain and encountering the Holy Land disciples for the first time.

This planted considerable fear within their young minds.

"No!" Qilin Mountain rejected outright.

"Three Immortal Cities, just our Qilin Family needs at least one, and after so many years of loyalty from our subordinates loyal to the Qilin Clan, we must reward their loyalty!"

Qilin River paused, wanting to argue, but remembering the sacrifices made by those tribes, he couldn't say a word.

"Boom"

A massive dark silhouette descended from the sky, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

"Bang"

Qilin Mountain glanced at the armor pieces splattered on him and falling to the ground, puzzled: "Why does this look like the shell on the back of the Black Tortoise Spirit?"

"It's not just similar, it is indeed the shell!" Qilin River said, staring intently at the pit made by the black shadow.

"Hehehe, so many prey, truly, truly exciting!"

"Clang clang clang clang"

The sound of swords clashing arose repeatedly, and there appeared an extremely peculiar-looking monster.

Bone spurs resembling swords constantly opened and closed on its back, producing the sound of swords clashing; its slender limbs were extremely long, looking like an underdeveloped youth, except far taller than normal.

Sharp purple nails slowly scraped against the dark green tortoise shell, leaving deep marks from which faint golden blood seeped.

"What is this creature?" Qilin Mountain asked with a frown.

"What it is doesn't matter; what matters is that under its feet should be the Black Tortoise Spirit!" Qilin River produced a Mountain and River Stick in his hand.