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Suppressing the boiling blood, Mo Beichen continued to leaf through the book.
The Evil race, the darkest, loneliest, darkest ones, and the most merciless assassins.
Legend has it that Li Wuyou, the founder of the Evil Yin Clan, went out to travel and seek a breakthrough when his cultivation reached a bottleneck. Dozens of years later, Li Wuyou had achieved a large success with his divine arts. After returning, he had unwittingly planned for himself to pass on the throne to his eldest son, Tian Xie. He then left alone.
However, he didn't expect that the future turmoil would cause the Lunar clan to become extremely chaotic.
It turned out that Li Wuyou had two wives, and each of them had a son. A gentle and kind, considerate, and the mother of Tian Xie. The other was brave and good in battle. He had rendered countless meritorious service and had given birth to Li Wuyou a second son, one who had fought a hundred battles.
Although the two wives usually did not differ in size, the fact that their own son did not obtain the imperial power still made Second Madam Ye's heart filled with resentment. As for the Hundred Battles, Li Wuyou wasn't satisfied with the arrangements. In the end, because of the power struggle, he was exiled to the Barrenlands ? the Barren Prefecture.
At this moment, his son, Shadowless, was the only hope he had left in his life.
Wu Ying had been smart since he was young, and had displayed wisdom that was able to make people fall for him. His uncle Tian Xie had even taught him how to write and learn martial arts.
When he became an adult, Tian Xie wanted to train him, so he asked him to help him take care of the imperial government. With his talent, Tian Xie lived up to everyone's expectations, and under his rule, the people lived a peaceful life, singing and dancing, thus gaining people's hearts.
Seeing that he had shouldered such a heavy responsibility, Tian Xie passed the throne to Wu Ying in his later years. However, Shadowless was unable to have his son for a long time. It was only at the end of his life that he got to be happy for his son, Li Tian and Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was the youngest son of Shadowless. He was handsome and ethereal, very similar to Shadowless when he was young.
Li Tian, on the other hand, had a treacherous heart. In order to fight for the throne, he plotted to kill Ling Feng. In order to avoid disaster, Ling Feng, who luckily managed to escape, decided to live in seclusion in the Wasteland for a long time. He became a fallen prince.
The helplessness of being persecuted by the brothers, the pain of having their arms and legs entangled with each other, and the various bitter experiences of taking refuge, left an indelible and eternal mark in Ling Feng's heart.
The world was big, but there was nowhere to go. The prefecture contained the wounded Lingfeng, and loneliness slowly comforted his fragile heart.
Everyday in the Wasteland, the resentment in Ling Feng's heart was also spreading endlessly. He told his descendants that they should not trust anyone. In fact, even that person was a close relative of theirs ?
Ever since Ling Feng left, Shadowless knew that Li Tian wasn't virtuous and could not be relied on for great things, so he gave the throne to another talented prince.
He could not bear to see the two brothers, Ling Feng and Li Tian, killing each other. At the same time, he felt guilty, and after he abdicated, he disappeared without a trace.
The dilapidated Wasteland had also become even darker because of Ling Feng's hatred. The sky was filled with his endless resentment.
Then he set up a mysterious sect of assassins, taking in all the lonely people in the world, as well as those who had been abandoned by the world. They protected one side with hostility towards the entire world and waited silently for the opportunity to take revenge on Li Tian.
Many years later, Ling Feng, who had completed his revenge, turned the rest of his clansmen into assassins.
Their ruthlessness and ruthlessness, coupled with their strange and unpredictable concealing techniques, as well as their incomparably fast speed, allowed them to train their entire bodies, allowing them to assassinate and ambush anyone.
Under the leadership of Ling Feng, the ruthless clansmen, who had experienced turmoil before, finally became an assassin's organization that disregarded ethics, did not care about right or wrong, and only sought to maximize benefits.
From then on, no one knew exactly what kind of race this was.
Anyone who had any news would disappear from this world in the shortest time possible.
Anyone that was targeted by the Yin Li Clan was equivalent to receiving an invitation from the god of death. No one could be safe and sound under their assassination. It was said that as long as the price was enough, there would be no targets that they couldn't assassinate, even if the target ? It was a god!
The dragon-sparrow race, the musical spirit that loves songs and dances, the exceptional beauty that can topple the world, the reclusive person that has no conflict with the world.
The handsome men and women of the Dragonbird tribe were naturally bewitching. No matter if it was a man or a woman, their handsome looks could always wait for the admiration and pursuit of others. His clan members, regardless of whether they were old or young, were all proficient in music and dancing.
The Dragonfinch people love peace, love singing and dancing, view music as life and use music as a weapon at the same time. If anyone dares to offend their reclusive life, the Dragonfinch people will make the world experience the anger and power of music!
For the sake of coveting the beauties of the Dragonbird tribe, there were many people who attacked them. However, they were always defeated and forced to return home. One of the most famous battles was one that made people understand the terror of this race that loved music and peace.
At that time, the enemies had come with several tens of thousands of enemies, and they had ordered all kinds of strange beasts to attack the city.
The strange beasts that were flying in the sky blotted out the sun. The beasts that were the vanguards on the ground could not be seen.
Just looking at this densely packed army that was made up of horrifying monsters, an ordinary person would have already been scared out of their wits and would have surrendered by now. However, the people of the Dragonbird Tribe didn't panic at all. They only sent a hundred people to the city wall and slowly started to play an exceptionally beautiful tune.
At first, the enemy was baffled by their actions, but soon, the enemy discovered something that frightened them greatly.
After hearing Qu Le, the strange beasts that should have obeyed their orders actually lost control and became extremely violent and bloodthirsty. Very quickly, the strange beasts in the sky pounced towards them. The strange beasts on the ground also turned around and launched a deadly attack at them.
The army of mutated beasts, which had completely lost control of their forces, scattered the formation of the human army. Under the surging tide of attacks, they were quickly defeated and had no choice but to leave behind nearly half of their corpses as they fled in a sorry state.
Just like this, the Dragonbird Tribe effortlessly defeated the enemy without a single injury, obtaining a victory.
In addition, there was a story that once, when the Dragon Bird clan was on the verge of destruction, a person walked out. With the Rainbow Zither in hand, he indifferently swept his gaze across the million enemy troops, and with only seven strumming sounds, he cut through the moon in the sky.
Seeing this scene, the enemy general immediately retreated without another word.
With the appearance of the mysterious expert of the Dragonbird Tribe, his achievement of destroying the moon with seven strings and forcing back a powerful enemy with one hand was regarded as a myth and widely spread throughout the world.
The Octoterra Race was a vengeful hermit. They were one man against ten thousand strong experts and the world's most vicious clan!
Like the Dragon Bird clan, the Octoterra Clan did not participate in the conflicts of this world. They had always been hidden from the world, and were mysterious.
The Octoterra Race was adept at formations and had unparalleled seals. It was rare to find anyone who could match them in this world.
Even though his clansmen possessed great abilities, they would not easily provoke a battle. They, who had no intention to fight for status, would not show mercy to their enemies. If anyone dared to attack them, they would definitely be struck by the most terrifying attack of the Octoterra Race!
There had been people who had looked down on their powerful formations and decided to form an alliance between the three great races to attack the Octoterra Race.
Who would have thought that the hundreds of thousands of people in the alliance would disappear without a trace in the span of a single night before the two sides had officially clashed? Did the alliance retreat for some unknown reason, or did they suffer a devastating attack from the Octoterra Race?
No one knew what exactly happened that night.
Due to the strangeness of the situation, the people had thought that this matter had temporarily come to an end. However, they had not expected that the Octoterra Clan would then carry out an extremely intense retaliation.
Their clan had sent out all of their experts. Not only had they broken into the enemy ranks of millions of enemies and killed all the commanders of the allied forces, but they had also set up a terrifying formation on the three clans.
Within the area of effect, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. The Heavenly Fire Meteor Stone descended from the sky, turning the location of their tribe into a forbidden zone for their lives. Nearly five million people had turned into wraiths.
However, things weren't over yet. It was unknown what kind of formation the Octoterra Race used to prevent the remaining members of the three tribes from leaving their territory. Their lifespan had also been reduced by at least a third.
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In less than a hundred years, the three great races that had attacked the Octoterra Race had been completely annihilated.
Even after the retaliation of the Octoterra Race, even after decades of destruction, not a single blade of grass had grown. It was said that every night, they would see countless ghosts and evil beings wandering around, screaming and screaming.
The tough methods of the Octoterra Race were completely shocking to the people of the world. The terrifying formation had also allowed the people of the world to have a deeper understanding of them. All the other races were terrified and anxious as they regarded the Octoterra Race as their greatest enemy.
However, from then on, the Octoterra Race had mysteriously disappeared. It wasn't until the outbreak of the Great War of the Human God that they reappeared.
In the ancient god battle, the Octoterra Race suddenly appeared and once again activated their powerful formation. They killed dozens of Divine Spirits in one go and were viewed as a common enemy. In the end, everyone began to attack.
The determined and unyielding Octoterra Race fought to the last man and soldier. In total, they killed over thirty million enemies until their entire clan was exterminated.
After seeing the terror and strength displayed by the Octoterra Race, they immediately became the most vicious clan in the world!
As a result, under the orders of the divine gods of the various races, the Octoterra Race became like mice crossing the street. Everyone was shouting for them to fight. Furthermore, all parts of the world began to prohibit the use and dissemination of spirit formations, and have their seals destroyed. Even the word 'Octoterra Race' had become an eternal taboo ?