stonecrandall Chapter 263 Ethnic Attitudes, Golden Horn Migration
Chapter 263 Ethnic Attitudes, Golden Horn Migration
Virtual universe, atop the central mountain range of Thunder Island.
Inside the palace of the Dragon Lord, Lin Yuan stepped into the depths of the hall and soon saw the majestic figure sitting cross-legged on the throne.
The Lord of Dragons opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and asked with a smile, "Tianyun, instead of studying secret techniques at the Ancestral God Sect, what brings you here?"
"I have something I'd like to ask you, senior," Lin Yuan said directly, without beating around the bush, "It's about the Golden Horn Clan."
"The Golden Horned Clan?" The Dragon Lord raised an eyebrow slightly. "The Golden Horned Clan of Herodo?"
"That's right." Lin Yuan nodded. "With the fall of Herodo, the Golden Horn Clan is now in a difficult situation. I want to help them, but I don't know the clan's attitude towards this matter, so I came to ask for your advice, senior."
After a moment of contemplation, the Dragon Lord slowly said, "The Golden Horn Clan's affairs have indeed been discussed by its higher-ups."
"Oh?" Lin Yuan's expression turned serious. "Please enlighten me, Senior Long Xing."
"Please sit down," the Lord of Dragons said, gesturing to the seat beside him. He continued only after Lin Yuan had sat down.
"Although Herodo is only a cosmic overlord, his self-created 'Seven Kills of the Beast God' has unique insights into the cultivation and comprehension of the Golden Void Beast God's Way, which his clan has always wanted but has never been able to obtain."
"There is also the sacred stele of the Golden Horn Clan. Although its production is relatively crude, its guiding effect on the path of the Golden Sky Beast God is comparable to the fifty Chaos Steles of our human race. It is also a rare treasure."
Lin Yuan understood that the clan had their eyes on the other's heritage and sacred monument.
"However, our human race is, after all, the leader of the Hong Alliance. Even if we are tempted, we cannot take advantage of the Golden Horn Clan by trickery or force, otherwise it will discourage the other members."
The Lord of Dragons changed the subject: "So we have been waiting for the right opportunity, and the fall of Herodo is that opportunity."
Lin Yuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What does that tribe mean...?"
"It's very simple," the Lord of Dragons said bluntly. "If the Golden Horn Clan wants to overcome this difficulty, the best way is to become a vassal clan of my human race and migrate to the secret realms of the universe within human territory to multiply and thrive."
"In this way, their sacred monuments will naturally remain within the territory of our human race, and our strongmen can go and study them if needed."
As for the "Seven Kills of the Beast God," if they are willing to contribute it, their clan will not treat them unfairly.
"What if they are unwilling?" Lin Yuan pressed.
"If they are unwilling, then let them fend for themselves." The Dragon Lord glanced at him, his tone indifferent. "The clan cannot allow the Giant Axe Founder to intervene specifically for a foreign overlord. At most, his resurrection order can be moved forward a bit. We'll discuss it again when the Giant Axe has time."
Lin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.
He understood the attitude of his community.
If the Golden Horn tribe is sensible and becomes a vassal of humanity, then everyone will be happy.
If they don't know what's good for them, the tribe won't force them, but the threat from the Wind Howling Clan is their own business.
"I understand," Lin Yuan nodded.
"Since you have some connections with the Golden Horn Clan, I'll leave this matter to you," the Dragon Lord waved his hand.
"Remember, the primary targets are the Seven Kills of the Beast God and the Holy Monument of the Golden Horn Clan. If they are willing to become vassals, the clan will protect them; if not... don't let these two things fall into the hands of other alien races."
"Understood." Lin Yuan stood up. "Then I'll go reply to them now."
"Go."
……
Virtual Universe, Hongmeng City.
In a quiet courtyard, the Golden Horn Clan's Elder, Terrick, had been waiting for a long time.
Upon seeing Lin Yuan appear, he quickly rose and bowed, saying, "Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
"No need for formalities." Lin Yuan gestured for him to sit down, then got straight to the point.
"I've already moved up the order of Herodo's resurrection for you, but the Founder of the Giant Axe won't be making a move for a while. I can't say exactly how long it will take."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Trix's face, but he quickly regained his composure: "Thank you, Lord of Fortune. I know this is the best outcome."
"Hmm." Lin Yuan turned to stare at him, the pressure in his gaze weighing heavily on the other's heart. "By the way, what have you thought about my suggestion from last time?"
Trike's face paled slightly, and he remained silent.
Lin Yuan didn't urge him, but simply drank his tea quietly.
After a long silence, Trike spoke with difficulty: "Lord of Heavenly Fortune, the elders of the Golden Horn Clan have already discussed what you said last time... about the Golden Horn Clan becoming a vassal of humanity."
"We...agree."
His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was exceptionally firm: "We are willing to lead the Golden Horn Clan to become vassals of the human race, migrating to the secret realms of the universe within human territory to live and thrive."
Lin Yuan nodded, not surprised by the result.
The Golden Horn tribe had no other choice.
Having obtained the desired result, he stood up and said, "You all need to act quickly. I will personally keep an eye on the Wind Howling Clan."
"Thank you, Lord of Fortune!" Trick bowed deeply.
……
The migration of the Golden Horn tribe was faster than expected.
In just a few years, countless Golden Horn tribesmen were taken into the divine kingdom, the inner world, and the world ring, and began to evacuate in an orderly manner in tribes.
The 100,000 tribes, guided by several elders, marched in a grand procession toward the territory of the human race.
However, news of the migration eventually reached the ears of the Wind Howlers.
The Wind Howling Clan belongs to the Flowing Wind Alliance, which is led by seven powerful clans. Although its overall strength is not as great as the Hong Alliance, it is still among the strongest super powers and has a good relationship with the Hong Alliance.
For this reason, the Wind Howling Clan has always acted arrogantly, and the surrounding weaker clans have suffered a lot from their oppression.
In the territory of the Wind Howling Clan, a majestic palace floats in the void, surrounded by countless Wind Howling Clan warriors.
Deep within the palace, a figure sat enthroned on the throne; it was none other than the Wind Howler Clan's leader, Lord Wind Howler.
It was over 300 kilometers long and its body was shrouded in cyan wind blades.
"The Golden Horn Clan is migrating?" The Lord of Wind's voice echoed through the hall like muffled thunder. "Do they think they can escape this calamity by fleeing to the territory of the human race?"
"Chief, it is said that the Golden Horn Clan has decided to become a vassal of the human race," a Wind Howling Clan elder said cautiously from below. "Moreover, it seems that the human race's Universe Lord, the Lord of Destiny, is also personally overseeing things..."
"The Lord of Heavenly Fortune?" A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Howling Wind.
He had certainly heard of that name.
In the battle of Thunderfire Canyon, the opponent killed six top overlords in succession; in the Xuantian Palace, they even snatched the Xuantian Overlord Armor from the Star Annihilation Lord and the Azure Profound Lord.
Keep in mind that the opponent was only a top overlord at the time, while those two were no weaker than him. This record was enough to make any universe lord take it seriously.
Moreover, the opponent has now broken through...
He stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
The Lord of Destiny's combat power should not be underestimated; it is extremely risky to rashly confront him.
"But the Golden Horn Clan has been a member of the Hong Alliance for many years and has accumulated quite a lot of resources." Greed flashed in the eyes of the Wind Howler Lord. "If we can swallow them all, it will be enough for my Wind Howler Clan to cultivate several new Universe Venerables."
"Although the Lord of Heavenly Fortune is strong, he has only recently broken through to the next level."
He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself: "Human races may not care too much about a vassal race, and besides, the Flowing Wind Alliance and the Hong Alliance have a good relationship, so the Lord of Heavenly Fortune should not kill me."
"Besides, I am the Lord of the Universe, so even if I can't beat him, I can still run away..."
After a moment's deliberation, the Lord of the Wind made a decision: "Pass on my order to assemble a large army to intercept the Golden Horn Clan."
"Please reconsider, Chief!" the Venerable One hurriedly advised.
"What are you afraid of?" the Lord of the Wind said coldly. "I just want the resources of the Golden Horn Clan, not that I really want to start a war with the human race."
……
Along the migration route of the Golden Horn tribe.
Lin Yuan floated in the void, with crimson-gold flames of law flowing around him, illuminating the surrounding space in a magnificent golden light.
His divine sense covered an area of tens of light-years, and no movement could escape his perception.
"They're here."
Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distant void.
A figure in cyan was approaching at an astonishing speed, followed by dozens of cosmic venerables.
It is the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He hovered thousands of miles away, not making a move immediately, but carefully observing Lin Yuan.
The 300-kilometer-long divine body appeared extremely small in front of the opponent's 1,200-kilometer-long avatar of the Flame God Clan.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune," the Lord of Howling Wind probed, "Are you humans sure you want to interfere in the affairs of the Golden Horn Clan?"
"They have become vassals of my human race," Lin Yuan replied calmly.
"Vassals?" The Lord of Howling Wind sneered. "Everyone knows that vassal races in the primordial universe are merely cannon fodder for the main race. Do they even deserve your personal attention?"
"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me." Lin Yuan raised his hand, and the Crimson Cloud Spear appeared in his palm.
The Lord of Wind's pupils constricted slightly; a supreme treasure weapon!
"Lord of Destiny, I have no intention of being your enemy."
He suppressed his greed and tried to continue testing the other party. "But the star field occupied by the Golden Horn Clan was originally the ancestral land of my Wind Howl Clan. It was only after Herodo broke through to become a cosmic overlord that they took it away. Now that I am stronger than them, of course I should lead my people back."
That's pure nonsense. The Golden Horn Clan thrived there for tens of millions of epochs, and at that time, the Wind Howling Clan and their territory hadn't even bordered each other yet.
Of course, both sides knew he was talking nonsense and just looking for an excuse to attack.
"These things are none of my concern." Lin Yuan didn't tolerate him, pointing his spear directly at him. "But if you don't move aside, you will be my enemy."
The Lord of the Winds' expression darkened.
He quickly weighed the options in his mind.
The Lord of Heavenly Fortune's combat power should not be underestimated, but if they retreat now, not only will they lose face, but all the resources of the Golden Horn Clan will also be wasted.
"I refuse to believe that a newly promoted Lord of the Universe can be that strong!" The Lord of Howling Wind gritted his teeth. "Since the Lord of Destiny insists on protecting them, then don't blame me for being impolite."
He raised his hand and waved it, and a cyan wind blade slashed through the void towards Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan didn't even look at the wind blade, letting it strike him.
The crimson-gold flame of law trembled slightly, and the cyan wind blade vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The Lord of Wind Howl's expression changed slightly. His attack couldn't even break through the opponent's protective law fire.
The Lord of Wind Howl's expression changed slightly. His attack couldn't even break through the opponent's protective law fire.
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"
The Lord of Wind Howl's expression changed slightly. His attack couldn't even break through the opponent's protective law fire.
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"
The Lord of Wind Howl's expression changed slightly. His attack couldn't even break through the opponent's protective law fire.
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"
"Finished testing me?" Lin Yuan looked up at him. "Now that you've made your move, don't blame me for what happens next."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord of the Wind's pupils constricted sharply, and he subconsciously activated his defensive treasure.
But it was too late; a fist bigger than him was already in front of him.
boom!
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was directly blasted apart.
"How is this possible!" The reunited Lord of the Wind howls exclaimed in horror.
He is a second-order universe master, and he has a high-grade treasure armor protecting him. How could he have suffered more than three percent damage to his divine body from a single punch?
Lin Yuan didn't give him time to think.
The second punch followed immediately.
The Lord of Wind Howl only felt a blur before his eyes, and the opponent's fist had already slammed into his face.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream as his divine body was blasted apart once again.
"The third punch."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Lord of the Howling Wind.
He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him had been locked by an invisible force.
Before anyone knew it, countless silver threads had enveloped the surroundings—that was the supreme treasure, the Thousand-Thread Soul Refining Prison!
"No!"
The Lord of the Wind howls frantically burns his divine power in an attempt to break free.
But Lin Yuan's fist had already landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each punch, the opponent's energy level dropped significantly.
After three punches, the Wind Howler's divine body suffered a direct loss of more than 15%!
He finally realized that he was no match for the Lord of Destiny; the Lord's combat power far surpassed his own!
"escape!"
The Lord of Wind Howl turned and fled, not even caring about the Wind Howl Clan Venerables behind him.
But would Lin Yuan give him that chance?
"Flame Sky Palace, depart!"
A crimson-gold palace flew out from Lin Yuan's palm, instantly expanding to tens of thousands of miles.
"Suppress!"
Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, the suppressive power of the Flame Sky Palace pressing down on the Lord of Wind Howl like a giant black hole.
The divine body, spanning three hundred kilometers, was like an ant before the Flame Sky Palace, finding even moving difficult.
The other party struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was about to be taken into the Flame Sky Palace.
"Lord of Heavenly Fortune!"
The Lord of Wind Howl finally backed down, roaring hoarsely, "I am a member of the Flowing Wind Alliance, you cannot kill me!"