Sequence Ten looked at Qian Er, eyes wide like copper bells. Where was there any sign of him being unable to go on?
"Run."
After delivering this final message, the surrounding Soul Devourers scattered in all directions.
The next second, Qian Er's punch blade had already pierced through his body.
"Familiar with this punch blade? This is your second great uncle."
Qian Er said with a smile.
Sequence Ten was already powerless to retort, his body twitching slightly, merely the remaining nerves of the Soul Devourer race. In reality, Sequence Ten was already thoroughly dead.
"Listen up, first clean up the Victorious Races around you, give them a good beating!"
Qian Er conveyed through the Beast Taming Contract.
Soon, he received a response from the Blood-Burning Asura and the Nightmare Mirage Flower. Coincidentally, two Victorious Races were closest to them.
Compared to Qian Er, who had no means of holding people back, the two tamed beasts fared much better, successfully wiping out their teams.
Because of the hurried time, Qian Er didn't find out if these three Victorious Races were exterminated, but even if there were still some survivors hiding in the rear, it would be no different from being dead.
Because these Victorious Races had already suffered heavy losses, and this time they suffered a devastating blow, they were now even worse off than the myriad races.
Qian Er continued to target the surrounding myriad races, while also instructing them to keep an eye out for those Victorious Races, killing them all without leaving a single one alive.
Time passed little by little, and Qian Er was still moving like a dragon among the myriad races, inevitably setting off a storm of blood and gore wherever he went, with screams and wails soaring into the sky.
As if he didn't know what fatigue was.
Not to mention the myriad races, even those True King humans were a little numb. They couldn't help but deeply suspect in their hearts – just what kind of monster has emerged from the human race?!
Shen Yifei and Yu Feiyi had already rotated countless times, but Qian Er was still dealing damage!
Still dealing damage!
That night, news came from the Curse Shadow Ghost that they had also discovered a Victorious Race, and similarly, not a single survivor was left at the scene.
Including the previous two, three Victorious Races have now been defeated.
Qian Er became more and more courageous as he fought. In the blink of an eye, six sunrises had passed.
That is to say, this battle has lasted for a full seven days!
The myriad races went from being disheartened at the beginning, to spreading rumors that Qian Er was failing, filled with hope, and then finally having their hopes completely shattered.
Even they couldn't deceive themselves that Qian Er would eventually reveal his flaws.
They suspected that Qian Er had no flaws at all, and was simply a perfect killing machine!
Qian Er held a punch blade in one hand and a fist in the other, clearing the way for himself. No one around could stop him.
They thought they could beat Qian Er to death, but now Qian Er was enjoying the killing.
Just as Qian Er was getting into the swing of things, a voice suddenly rang out in the air.
"Qian Er-san, Qian Er-san!"
Qian Er raised his head and saw several foreign True Kings in the air, looking at him anxiously.
"Enough, enough, don't fight anymore. If we continue fighting, all of our dark-type Beast Tamers will die. Stop, Qian Er!"
Qian Er narrowed his eyes. None of the dark-type True Kings in the air were from Yan Country. Except for Yan Country, almost every country was represented.
Qian Er knew about the existence of this group of people. They were reinforcements from friendly countries to support Yan Country. After all, it was impossible for Yan Country to rely on its own strength to fight the myriad races.
In fact, to put it bluntly, they were here to pick up bargains, because with Qian Er on the front line, they could guarantee that this battle would not be lost. The corpses of the myriad races were real resources for the dark-type.
Of course, they wouldn't let these resources fall into the pockets of Yan Country, so it was natural to come and get a share.
However, that being said, apart from occasionally checking on the situation of acquaintances like Shen Yifei and Yu Feiyi, Qian Er had never looked at these True Kings directly.
It has to be said that these guys were really lucky to have survived the siege.
Qian Er snorted coldly. He didn't need to think about what these people were up to.
They came for the resources in the first place. Now that the war had lasted for seven days, they were probably already full.
So they didn't want to move anymore. It would be fine if they patted their butts and left.
But these people were also afraid that Qian Er would keep fighting, so that all the resources would go to Qian Er alone.
Their idea was to let Qian Er stop, leave the myriad races there, wait for the next fight, and then they would participate.
"What are you saying? I didn't hear you clearly!"
Qian Er shouted loudly, after all, the scene was really chaotic.
The little Beast Tamer who had been calling him "Qian Er-san" from the beginning had his Bone Dragon fly down little by little.
As soon as he got close to Qian Er, Qian Er grabbed his collar and dragged the little True King off the Bone Dragon, while stepping on the Bone Dragon's neck.
Qian Er looked at him fiercely.
Looking at Qian Er's blood-covered face, he was almost in tears, and regretted coming to lead the way.
It was really not to blame him for being too weak. The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, he had heard too many stories about Qian Er.
Not to mention the recent events, just fighting for seven consecutive days, treating the myriad races as toys, how could he not be afraid?
"Remember, when it comes to the dark-type, even if the sky falls, I, this tall guy, will hold it up, it's not your turn to be gossiping here!"
Qian Er frowned as he looked at the True King in his hand who seemed to be a little frightened.
"Do you understand?!"
"Yes, yes, I understand..."
That True King nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Only then did Qian Er throw him back onto the back of the Bone Dragon under his feet.
"Thank you, Great King, for not killing me, thank you, Great King..."
It could be seen that this True King was really frightened, after all, the aura that Qian Er exuded just now, he wouldn't doubt that he wanted to use him as food.
Being able to get his life back was simply a blessing from heaven!
"Clashed with Qian Er, narrowly lost", this matter could even become his bragging rights for a lifetime.
When the other True Kings saw Qian Er's reaction, they didn't even dare to fart. Who would dare to offend Qian Er at this time?
Watching them leave, Qian Er snorted coldly and continued his conquest.
He had already decided in his heart to achieve success in one battle. This battle may not completely destroy the myriad races, but it must beat the myriad races so that they have no hope of turning over in their next lives!
Especially those former Victorious Races.
Last time, he only destroyed all their foundations.
This time, Qian Er didn't intend to break their backbones, he wanted to pull out their backbones, crush them into powder, and then step on them and spit on them fiercely!
