The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1689 - The Devil Emperor Wins We Win

Chapter 1689: Chapter 1689: The Devil Emperor Wins, We Win!

Chapter 1689: Chapter 1689: The Devil Emperor Wins, We Win!

Above the 33 Heavens, there was hardly anyone who didn’t know what the Four Directions Divine Prison was, a reputation owed to the people of the Spirit God Clan. After Yan Ye was locked in the Four Directions Divine Prison, they began to widely proclaim that Yan Ye would never have a chance to rise again.

But now, the Four Directions Divine Prison had been refined by Yan Ye?

Ming Hong felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

The Four Directions Divine Prison began to contract, not intending to engulf everyone on the battlefield. The four Divine Pillars started to rotate, one of which was exceedingly noticeable—it was the old ancestor. He was the mightiest figure who had ruled the 33 Heavens for countless years.

After the fall of the Creation God, he was the sole god of the 33 Heavens.

Yet at this moment, he had become a captive under the feet of the Yanmo Heavenly Clan.

“The Devil Emperor has won, we have won!” Cries of jubilation filled the air!

How many years had the Yanmo Heavenly Clan waited? From now on, they only needed to completely open the channel between the 33 Heavens and the Dark Demon World, and their kin from the Dark Demon World would be able to come to the 33 Heavens and live happily under the light.

A faint smile curled up on the lips of the Devil Emperor. “I have said, whoever deceived her, harmed her, and separated my wife and me, must die!”

Beiting Huang turned her head to look at Yan Ye, giving him a profound glance that seemed to span ten thousand years, before swinging the long sword in her hand toward the Ten Thousand Beast Legion, cutting through them like a tsunami, as a massive wave of energy swept over their camp.

With such a husband, what more could a wife desire?

After a brief halt in the warfare between both sides, no one dared to truly stop, for the next one to die would be themselves.

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And at that moment, almost everyone had the same thought: there was no immortality, no eternity. Even the mightiest would meet their end someday.

To live, cherish it well!

“Ancestor!” Ming Hong lunged towards Yan Ye, and at that moment, the entire Spirit God Clan also went mad.

No one had imagined that Yan Ye would possess such a method, actually managing to take down the old ancestor.

Four Directions Divine Prison was the soul of the entire Rubis Continent, to be refined by Yan Ye. What was there that he could not accomplish?

The old ancestor could not fall into his hands, for once the old ancestor fell, the entire Spirit God Clan would have no chance of survival. Over the years, they had relied on the old ancestor to dominate on this continent, invincible and supreme, incurring too much hatred and enmity.

Exposing his back, Ming Hong was vulnerable, and Emperor Feng, who was fighting him at the moment, undoubtedly had a perfect opportunity. He raised his hand and a strong wind blade flew towards Ming Hong’s exposed back. Ming Hong had no time to save himself; his death seemed almost certain.

But the best-laid plans of mortals often go awry; suddenly, a figure lunged at Ming Hong, pushing him away fiercely while positioning himself in front of the oncoming wind blade.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and even before the wind blade exploded inside him, he still managed to turn his head to look toward the center of the battlefield. Beiting Huang slightly turned her head to meet his gaze, only to see Ming Xiu, his face covered in blood, using the last of his strength to break out into a smile.

Beiting Huang gasped in shock. The wind blade, like a bomb, exploded within him. That smile flared up like a firework and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ming Xiu was dead!

“Xiu’er!”

Ming Hong turned his head only in time to see a gust of strong wind blow by, scattering away a breath of life. And he had no time to grieve, for Yan Ye flicked his finger and a black mist, like a net, enveloped him. Wrapped in the black mist, Ming Hong too transformed into a cloud of black fog, and upon Yan Ye’s release, dissipated into the heavens and earth.