The years when I would transform

Everything that is happening now is within the plan of mortals. As expected, after Meng Tian and others appeared, the stars outside the alien land suddenly burst out with unparalleled light and released unprecedented energy.

This energy instantly swept across the entire starry sky, covering the star fields where the alien lands and the Yanhuang clan were located.

"Yanhuang people, you are like a centipede, you will not die even if you are dead."

A light shout, the sound was like thunder, the whole void resonated with it, the stars twinkled, like a miracle.

"The Seven Star Lamp, lighting the lamp to illuminate the past and present, prolonging life and defying fate."

Zhao Zilong waved his hand and summoned the Seven Star Lamp. The lamp rose up and stars descended, covering all the Yanhuang people and protecting them.

"If you strike me with the divine whip, even the gods will bow down to you. Why should you fear the villains?"

Wen Zhong swung out the divine whip, which drew a streak of silver, adding to the starry light curtain brought down by the Seven Star Lamp.

The two great treasures of Yanhuang complement each other, and the power of the Seven-Star Lamp and the Divine Whip reaches its peak at this moment.

The light of the Seven Star Lamp became brighter and brighter, lighting up the entire starry sky, while the shadow of the Divine Whip was like the Milky Way, flowing in the void and surrounding the light curtain lowered by the Seven Star Lamp.

"Meet the elder!"

"Greetings to the ancestor of Yinfeng..."

Twenty evolvers bowed to the stars, especially Jin Feng, who was even more excited. It was the first time for him to face the elders of his own family. Although Patriarch Yinfeng was the twelfth "young" ancestor among the twelve elders of the Golden Horn Clan, he still looked down upon the universe and reflected countless civilized planets.

There is a saying in the world of evolution: above the mystery, each realm is a world of its own.

It means that above the mysterious realm, the gap between each realm is as difficult to cross as the chasm between heaven and earth and difficult to make up for.

As a supreme and thoughtless person, Yin Feng's realm has already exceeded the scope of mortals' understanding. In today's world, there are no masters in the Fusion God Realm, and no one has reached the mythical level of the Immortal Realm. The Supreme and Thoughtless Realm is already the strongest existence in the universe.

At this moment, the entire universe was in an uproar, and the strongest person at the supreme level of no thoughts appeared. This meant an attitude of the top ten races towards the lowest race, the Yanhuang race.

A mere endangered race can actually attract the appearance of the strongest people, which shows the status of the Yanhuang tribe in the hearts of these strongest people.

"Haha, the Yinfeng Elder has appeared. You lowly races, why don't you kneel down and beg for death!"

"Elder Yinfeng can kill all of you with just one finger."

"The Yanhuang tribe is doomed to perish, and no one can save you."

Upon seeing this, the foreigners present began to clamor, with smug and ferocious looks on their faces, as if they had already witnessed the scene of Zhao Zilong and others being slaughtered.

Wen Zhong's eyes flickered between his brows. He remained silent, still silently pouring energy into the Divine Whip, as if he was making a last-ditch effort.

The same was true for the other evolved members of the Yanhuang tribe. No one escaped, no one begged for mercy, and even more strangely, no one resisted.

It seems like he has accepted his fate...

On Earth, countless light years away, the entire planet is shrouded in gloom. Countless people's eyes are fixed on the distant starry sky, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness, and many people have already given up hope.

Although the descendants of Yan and Huang on Earth are on a distant blue planet, their hearts are closely connected with their people in the starry sky. They know that at this moment, the Yan and Huang people are facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Seniors, you must hold on!"

"Long live the Yanhuang people, we are with you!"

"I will bite off a piece of your flesh even at the cost of my life!"

"It's difficult. The opponent is a supreme being at the level of the Supreme No Thought. He can sweep across the entire galaxy by himself. We..."

"It's over..."

The people on Earth, some had solemn eyes, some had tense faces, and some could no longer suppress their sorrow and sobbed softly. They knew in their hearts that in front of the Supreme No-Mind-level powerhouse, the Yanhuang Clan...

Are we really going to face the disaster of genocide again?

Wen Zhong, Zhao Zilong, Huo Qubing and others have already stood at the forefront of the Yanhuang clan's evolutionists. They represent the fighting power of the Yanhuang clan, but now, their opponents are the strongest people at the supreme level of no thoughts who have crossed a major realm.

Each of these beings is a supreme evolver at the ancestor level.

Under this endless starry sky, the fate of the Yanhuang people seems to have been shrouded in a heavy shadow.

Faced with the ancestor who provides financial support from the most powerful being, will these ancestors of the Chinese nation escape?

Are you kidding me?

The Yanhuang people have been afraid, lost, and cried...

but……

Never been scared!

“How can we, the bloodline of Yan and Huang, surrender?!” An earth-shaking roar resounded through the sky, and Zhao Zilong was seen shining with golden light. His body seemed even more majestic at this moment, and his aura became incomparably powerful.

At the same time, Wen Zhong, Huo Qubing and others transformed again, their forms fully revealed and opened, reflecting with Zhao Zilong's golden light, forming dazzling beams of light that rushed straight into the galaxy.

"This is... the blood power of the Yanhuang clan!" Yin Feng's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw this. He didn't expect that this endangered race actually hid such a powerful power.

After all, Yin Feng was a supreme and powerful being at the level of no thoughts. He sneered, raised his hand, and a powerful energy blasted towards the Yanhuang people. At this moment, the stars dimmed and the starry sky was shrouded in his energy.

Faced with this devastating energy, Zhao Zilong and others showed no fear. They smiled at each other, as if they were already prepared.

"My old friends, Zhao Zilong will go first." Zhao Zilong shouted and rushed towards the energy first.

It is true: Zhao Zilong is a brave man, his bravery shakes the world, his white horse and silver spear shine like the sun and stars, his loyal soul will forever shine in the sky.

"My fellow Taoists, Wen Zhong will go ahead."

Wen Zhong followed closely behind, his blood and energy burning, transforming into a red heavenly fire. Holding the divine whip in hand, he rushed straight towards the Yinfeng ancestor.

"Haha, what's the joy of living and what's the fear of dying."

Huo Qubing laughed loudly and followed closely with a spear in hand.

The other evolved members of the Yanhuang tribe roared in anger and never retreated a single step. Even though they knew they were no match for them, they still rushed towards the Yinfeng ancestor without regret.

Dozens of figures streaked across the starry sky...

This is the swan song of life!

This is the final resistance!

This is also the last unyielding...

Like a moth to a flame...

"You guys should be the strongest fighters of the Yanhuang tribe. After today, the Yanhuang tribe will be demoted to a slave tribe!" Yinfeng looked at this group of Yanhuang tribe evolvers who overestimated their own capabilities and spoke sarcastically.

No, not sarcasm.

He spoke as if he were stating a fact.