Wu Shattered Star River

"Oh?"

The four Wilderness Race cultivators at the ninth level of the Dao Peeping Realm all rejoiced when they saw Jiang Han charging towards them.

Was this human at the eighth level of the Dao Peeping Realm a fool?

In a one-on-one fight, they of the Wilderness Race were basically guaranteed to win.

They felt they could take on seven or eight ordinary human cultivators at the ninth level of the Dao Peeping Realm, yet this cultivator at the eighth level wasn't running, but instead attacking them?

The four Wilderness Race cultivators stopped at that moment, looking at Jiang Han with playful eyes.

Like four cats watching a mouse, they wanted to see how this mouse would jump.

"Heh heh!"

Seeing the expressions of the four Wilderness Race cultivators, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Han's lips. These four gathered together; weren't they just waiting to die?

Jiang Han slowed down slightly. He didn't activate the Nine Dragons Ring, nor did he reveal the Azure Wind Armor.

The battle blade in Jiang Han's hand lit up, and then he suddenly slashed down, releasing a Human Slaughter.

A huge phantom figure raised its blade and slashed forward, appearing incredibly powerful, but in the eyes of the four Wilderness Race cultivators, it was like children playing house.

For those at the ninth level of the Dao Peeping Realm, the power of the Seven Styles of Slaughtering Gods was indeed somewhat lacking.

One of the Wilderness Race cultivators summoned a battle blade, ready to shatter the Human Slaughter with a single strike.

At that moment, light wings appeared on Jiang Han's back, and his speed suddenly soared, instantly closing the distance between him and the four Wilderness Race cultivators.

His hands lit up, and then a River of Time and Space appeared, rapidly sweeping out.

"Hmm…"

The vertical eyes of the four Wilderness Race cultivators instantly became serious the moment they saw the River of Time and Space appear.

They reacted quickly. Two of the Wilderness Race cultivators slashed out with their blades, while the other two flew to the left and right, trying to avoid the attack of the River of Time and Space.

Unfortunately, the distance between them was only a hundred feet, and the River of Time and Space was so fast; how could they possibly avoid it?

The two blade energies unleashed by the two Wilderness Race cultivators were even more meaningless, as they directly slashed into the River of Time and Space and did not cause it to collapse.

Soon, the four Wilderness Race cultivators were swept into the River of Time and Space.

"Stable!"

Seeing the four Wilderness Race cultivators swept into the River of Time and Space, Jiang Han felt relieved. He flashed and plunged into the river.

Without any surprises, the speed and reaction speed of the four Wilderness Race cultivators were slowed down a hundredfold within the river.

After entering, they all furiously unleashed attacks, trying to collapse the river.

Unfortunately, their attacks did not reach the critical point and only caused the River of Time and Space to churn.

Jiang Han observed from a distance, and his figure flashed as he quickly swept towards the four Wilderness Race cultivators.

"Buzz buzz ~"

He didn't release the golden flames, nor did he unleash the Thunderfire Poison Beads, nor did he release the Sword of Time and Space.

The Sword of Time and Space required the mobilization of the power of time and space. Releasing it within the River of Time and Space could easily cause the River of Time and Space to collapse, so Jiang Han had never released the Sword of Time and Space within the River of Time and Space.

He began to condense Little Flying Beasts.

He condensed Little Flying Beasts while flying quickly. Soon, hundreds of Little Flying Beasts were successfully condensed.

He didn't immediately let the Little Flying Beasts fly out, but continued to condense them. When the number of Little Flying Beasts reached over a thousand, he waved his hand, and the sky filled with Little Flying Beasts flying towards one of the Wilderness Race cultivators.

"Hiss hiss ~"

Before the Little Flying Beasts even got close, the scorching heat swept over, and the faces of the four Wilderness Race cultivators changed drastically.

The power of the River of Time and Space was already beyond their expectations, but they didn't expect Jiang Han to have such a powerful Daoist magic technique?

These Little Flying Beasts made them feel a deadly crisis.

"Boom boom boom!"

The four Wilderness Race cultivators continuously unleashed attacks, trying to shatter all the Little Flying Beasts, but unfortunately, there were too many Little Flying Beasts, and they were too fast. Soon, they began to collide with one of the Wilderness Race cultivators.

The Wilderness Race cultivator's body was covered in armor, but it was only a middle-grade spiritual artifact. As the Little Flying Beasts exploded on his body, sparks flew everywhere and clung to his armor.

"Ah — —"

The middle-grade spiritual artifact didn't last long before being burned with small holes. Then, the sparks penetrated inside, and the Wilderness Race cultivator was burned alive.

"Boom boom boom!"

The remaining Little Flying Beasts flew towards the other three Wilderness Race cultivators, and the three of them completely panicked.

Only one of the three had a high-grade spiritual artifact, while the other two wore middle-grade spiritual artifact armor. They had already smelled the scent of death.

"Swish swish swish!"

Over here, Jiang Han was still continuously condensing Little Flying Beasts. One after another, fiery red little beasts waved their wings and shot out like streaks of light, like locusts covering the sky and earth, dazzling to behold.

"Ah ~"

Soon, the two Wilderness Race cultivators wearing middle-grade spiritual artifacts were burned to death, and the remaining Wilderness Race cultivator was struggling to hold on with his high-grade spiritual artifact.

He felt that his armor seemed unable to withstand it and shouted loudly, "Despicable human, you dare to ambush my Wilderness Race! Are you trying to bring a great disaster to your human race? Do you want your human race to be exterminated?"

Jiang Han didn't continue to release Little Flying Beasts. He stood on the River of Time and Space, his eyes cold, looking at the Wilderness Race cultivator from afar, without saying a word.

The Wilderness Race cultivator felt that his armor was about to be destroyed and that his body had already begun to be burned by the sparks. He completely panicked and shouted, "Human friend, as long as you let me go, I promise not to report today's events, how about it?"

Jiang Han still didn't respond, standing there indifferently.

The Wilderness Race cultivator was completely desperate. He felt his high-grade spiritual artifact armor breaking and his body beginning to be burned by the sparks.

He hysterically roared, "Despicable human, today's events will surely provoke the great anger of my Wilderness Race. My Wilderness Race army will surely flatten all realms of your human race and slaughter you humans to the last one, ah — —"

Accompanied by a scream, the Wilderness Race cultivator was burned alive.

Jiang Han directly ignored the Wilderness Race's threatening words. He flashed over, dispersed the Little Flying Beasts, and then collected the spatial rings and battle blades of the four Wilderness Race cultivators.

"Whirr whirr ~"

The River of Time and Space collapsed, and the four Wilderness Race corpses fell powerlessly, heavily landing on the black soil below.

"Go!"

He didn't stay, carved a light gate, and disappeared inside.

……

Half an incense stick later, sixteen figures broke through the air from afar. As they passed by the battlefield, these sixteen figures suddenly stopped, and a surprised voice sounded, "Eh? There are four corpses below, they are Wilderness Race corpses!"

The sixteen Spirit Race members were similar in appearance to humans, all handsome men and beautiful women. The difference was that their noses and ears were somewhat pointed. They were the Spirit Race.

Among the sixteen Spirit Race members, there was a very beautiful woman, wearing a flower crown and holding a scepter covered in flowers. She was the Spirit Race's little princess, Ling Shiyu.

Ling Shiyu's gaze turned to the four Wilderness Race members below. When she saw that their bodies had been burned, she frowned and said, "They were burned to death. Could it be the Fire Race did it?"

A Spirit Race member flew down, investigated, and flew back up, saying, "They were all burned through their armor and burned alive."

"Are the Fire Race and the Wilderness Race going to war? Is this going to break the agreement?"

Ling Shiyu's beautiful eyes flickered, and her delicate nose twitched slightly. She said, "Send a message to our clansmen, gather together, and be careful. Do not get involved in the war between the Wilderness Race and the Fire Race. If you encounter danger, send a message to me at the first moment."