Chapter 1239 The Ancestral Land Of The Desolate Sorcery Tribe

"Sir, are you familiar with the Sealed Land?" Mordechai's father asked Ricky sincerely.

"Sir, Mordechai and I come from the same sect. I hope you don't mind, but please, just call me Ricky from now on," Ricky replied. "Well, I know a thing or two about the Sealed Land."

"Then you must know that when creatures in the Sealed Land reach a certain level, they could no longer break through to a higher level," Mordechai's father mentioned.

"I see. In that sense, one can at most become a two-star lower spiritual emperor here, right?" Ricky said with a slight frown.

"Yes. And I am aware that you can now challenge warriors stronger than you. Aren't you now already a two-star lower spiritual emperor?" Mordechai's father asked.

"Yes, sir!" Ricky nodded his head.

As soon as Ricky said his words, everyone fell silent.

That was because, at that point, they all felt the hopelessness creep through their spines.

'This will be the end of us. Does this mean that we'll stay in Ricky's supreme weapon forever? I don't think that Devil Flood Dragon would ever leave his post near the rift. Who could blame him? If we were in his shoes, we would do the same. But what should we do now?' everyone in the Devourer Zone thought to themselves dejectedly.

As everyone was in despair, the Devil Flood Dragon's voice echoed across the entire Sealed Land,

"Lowly humans,

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as black land.

In an instant, Ricky and Mordechai felt a sense of fear in their hearts for no apparent reason. Little did they know that their bodies were being penetrated by an invisible dark power.

"Something big did happen in our ancestral land. And I believe that the devil race must be responsible for that. Our patriarch sealed us back then, and I guess that has something to do with them too," Mordechai said with much resentment as he looked around the place.

"Mordechai, activate your blood power to reject the invisible dark power. I have a feeling that we might lose our senses if we keep letting it enter our bodies. The evil spirit that fills your ancestral land is very destructive. I feel that it is more powerful than the most powerful among the eight types of evil spirit of the devil race—the Heavenly Jail Evil Spirit,"

Ricky recalled.

"Thank you for warning!" Mordechai replied. Immediately, he activated his Sorcerous Combat Body and used his blood power to keep the dark power from approaching them.

"Come on! Let's go to the core area. Most likely, our patriarch left the primitive cultivation methods of the Sorcerous Combat Body and the Ultimate Golden Body there," Mordechai informed Ricky.

But as they were about to continue their journey, they heard a shrill voice in their ears. It was something that resembled the cries of a baby.