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Fighting Giant Demons were extremely aggressive existences in the Infernal Realm. They were all outstanding combat geniuses, just like Asura, but they were much larger and contained much more energy than Asura.

Maha hell was a hodgepodge. There were all sorts of Hell Demons, all kinds of races, and all sorts of powerful Hell Demons that could survive in this hellhole.

The Nether Race was a race of Hell known as the Dragon of Hell, one of the most powerful races of Hell. They far surpassed the Asura, and they carried the bloodline of the Nether God, also known as the Son of the Nether God.

It was precisely because of this that he entered this place.

Risking great danger.

The underworld race had a cultivation base far above Shi Chonglou's. They should be Great Sage Stage Level 6 and a Heavenly Mystery Stage expert. The Great Sage's ranking would undergo a tremendous change with every passing stage. According to the usual logic, his battle power would increase tenfold, and his true qi would be more condensed and concentrated than tenfold.

Yang Qi was able to kill Shi Chonglou, but he was unable to do anything when faced with a Sixth Order Great Sage. Unless he was promoted again to semi-sage realm, or the Great Sage.

If he was promoted to the Great Sage, it would be different.

The pure land of gods, the wings of angels, the battle robes of gods, the spears of nether gods, the furnaces of hell, the seals of gods and devils, they all underwent great changes.

When that happened, even the Great Sage's Seventh Order people might be able to contend against him.

However, he still felt confident that he could kill them if they tried to assassinate them. Although they were powerful, they were restrained by him.

Perhaps, it would be difficult for the ten human Saints of the sixth step to deal with a sixth step Dark Clan, but Yang Qi could. On the other hand, it would be difficult for him to defeat a sixth step human.

No matter how powerful the Infernal Realm was, it felt weak in the face of the aura of the deity imprints.

Roar!

As he sneaked into this grassland tribe, he saw countless battle demons practicing martial arts in the midst of these demonic grasses. The young battle demons were all at a very high boundary and were able to obtain their own unique domain, the domain of combat.

If it was the Nether Race, they would be even stronger. Even if they were the newborns of the Nether Race, they would still be at the Great Sage level. The Saint-level was the Netherworld. Infants were capable of dominating an entire region and killing many humans and Fiendgods in a river of blood.

It was a pity that the Immemorial Nether Clan was sealed in the deepest parts of the Infernal Realm, so it was hard to find them. Otherwise, the strongest warriors that came out would have their immortal realms torn apart.

Even if it was a battle Giant Demon with a trace of the Nether Race's bloodline, they were still very powerful.

Yang Ke could feel that there were a few Fifth Order Great Saints in this Battle Giant Demon Tribe, but he was not afraid. These Fifth Order Great Saints were much stronger than the Lion Mansion, but for him, it was much easier to deal with them because of the restraint of his Zhen Qi.

The only one of them was the one in the middle of the giant tribe, the Underworld Race.

This was a 'weak' underworld clan that was only at the sixth level of the Great Sage realm. It was possible that they were a wanderer within the underworld race that had been demoted to the edge of Maha Hell.

However, even the weakest of the Dark Clans was a nightmare for an ordinary Great Sage.

After passing by layers upon layers of huge tents, totem pillars, and the plaza, Yang Qi was like a small person as he entered the land of giants. He gradually approached the center of the tribe.

This tribe was still living in an era where they drank blood. Fighting Giant Demons killed Hell Demons from the outside, ate their flesh, or dug up ores from the ground to absorb energy.

Powerful warriors of the tribe were also training in the square. Yang Qi's aura could not be detected. On one hand, Yang Qi had completely restrained himself. On the other hand, Yang Qi and Maha's Hell's Harmony was a heaven-defying feat. It was a part of the heaven and earth.

Gradually, he saw a huge tent. This tent was tens of thousands of feet high, with a radius of a thousand miles, and was all made of leather. Countless pieces of leather were sewn together, forming the skin of a powerful Hell's magical beast.

Yang Qi snuck into the tent and saw a huge underworld clan cultivating.

This Nether Race was over three thousand meters tall and had a dark golden body. It revealed a noble and noble color, the same color as the spear of the Nether God.

At this moment, Yang Qi finally saw the appearance of the underworld race. The horn on their head was similar to the dragon horn; it was curved and split into two halves, and the muscles on their body were exquisite and glossy with many lines flowing on them. They were the most ancient magic prints. These magic prints were similar to the sacred marks.

However, it was much stronger and more aggressive than the Sacred Mark.

Sitting upright in the tent, this Immemorial Nether Clan was like a dark golden mountain, unmoving and unstoppable, like a martial arts giant that no one could defeat.

As the demonic energy floated in the air, he could feel that his own Nether God's Spear Qi was very similar to the aura of the ancient Nether Race. As long as he obtained the blood essence of the Nether Race, he would be able to increase the power of the Nether God's Spear by a layer, and even comprehend the true meaning of the 'Prison of God Elephants'. With this comprehension, Yang Qi would be able to once again advance his cultivation level, obtaining the true essence of the Great Saint level.

"If I kill this race, I can be promoted to the Great Sage. "Once I advance, no one in the floating mountain will be able to do anything to me and my position will be consolidated. Right now, the hardest thing to break through to the Great Sage Realm is the underworld race's bloodline and the ancient mammoth's bloodline. Only then will I be able to advance to the next level."

Deep inside Yang Qi's heart, a murderous intent brewed, but he was still very calm. Facing this Nether Clan, he did not dare to lower his guard at all.

Fortunately, he had comprehended the peerless art of assassination a long time ago. He was now experienced and calm. After mulling over it for a long time, the Immemorial Nether Clan had entered a deep state of cultivation.

It was as if he was cultivating some kind of peerless qi art. His mind roamed the Infernal Realm, communicating with the heavens and earth as he tried to comprehend the mysteries of heaven.

Suddenly, a huge breath came from the body of the Immemorial Nether Clan. Yang Ke trembled, "It's time."

The Pure Land of the Gods erupted.

In the depths of the pure land, his body transformed into an archaic underworld king with a lance in his hand. His powerful thoughts shot into the sea of consciousness of the underworld race, causing the other party to think that he had reached the peak of his cultivation and sensed the descent of his archaic underworld deity ancestor.

Riiiip!

The Spears of the Nether God had stabbed into the body of the Immemorial Nether Clan. Countless amounts of dark golden blood flowed into the Spears of the Gods, dyeing the pure land of the gods a dark gold.

Yang Qi succeeded in his attack, the blood entered his body, then merged with the Spears of the Dark God, Hell's Furnace and other Zhen Qi. In that instant, in his Sea of Consciousness, like lightning, he comprehended the true meaning of "Prison", which made the God Elephant Prison Suppression even clearer.

Aooo … Aoo@@

The intense pain finally awakened the Archaic Nether Race. The long spear of the Netherworld God pierced through his heart. It was his ultimate nemesis, completely destroying some of his internal structure and vitality.

He faced the sky and roared like an injured giant wolf. He was mournful and sharp, and the sound waves vibrated outwards. The bodies of many Giant Battle Demons exploded, and even their tents were smashed to smithereens.

"This is bad!"

In almost an instant, Yang Ke put away the spear. His blood essence was like an ocean, and his bones were surging violently. He gained a lot from obtaining enough blood essence from the Ancient Nether Clan.

In the heart of the Nether Clan, Yang Qi seemed to see something that was also a furnace. It opened with a loud bang, and countless amounts of fire energy rushed out like a dam that had been breached. His own strength was like a small boat in a storm in front of it.

"I underestimated the power of the Immemorial Nether Clan and also underestimated the power of the Heavenly Mystery Stage, the Great Sage's Sixth Level." He immediately knew that this Immemorial Nether Clan was not something he could contend against.

Yang Ke soared into the sky. The Angel Wings appeared on his back, just like the demon qi. It turned into a pitch black color, and like lightning, it disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace behind.

He had obtained a large amount of nether blood essence. Once he absorbed it and began to study it, his strength would increase by leaps and bounds.

Its huge body shrank in size, and finally turned into a dark golden human figure. It was about the size of a normal human, and its bleeding wound had also stopped, following Yang Ke. The warriors of the Giant Demon Tribe didn't know what had happened.

"Who is it, blaspheming the dignity of the underworld!" Who was it that wanted to obtain the blood of the underworld! "Who was it? Who could have grasped the spear of the Nether God and pierced the skin of the Nether Race …?"

While Yang Qi was escaping, strands of voice transmitted into his mind. In the pure land of the gods, the dark golden blood of the underworld race was boiling, showing signs of reviving.

He immediately circulated the holy light and began to refine it. However, a smile appeared in his eyes: "That's right, this Immemorial Clan is indeed powerful. Furthermore, the Immortal World was very afraid of the underworld. If they could kill one underworld clan, their contribution would be comparable to killing a thousand demons of the same level. "If I can kill this underworld race, my points could jump to first place."

The Nether Race was noble.

Among the many races in the Infernal Realm, the bloodline was the same as the royal family.

Yang Qi was extremely lucky to be able to find one. He was certain that if the news of the Nether Race were to spread out, all of the disciples that were participating in the trial would flock to this location.

Samsara: 15154675 Saint Ruler – Maha Hell 41366512. Everyone can't add more than one. If you add more than one, don't add more, you'll be kicked. I still need to look at the Saint Ruler. Thank you for your support.

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