Chapter 590 Ninth And Eleventh

Venerable He suddenly felt a strong sense of danger.

His expression changed.

His figure flickered and he immediately escaped.

How many years had it been since he had felt such a strong sense of danger? His acute senses toward danger were the reason why he had survived to this day.

He had even used his senses to avoid the Great Dao calamity!

Some of the celestial race experts saw him move, and immediately followed suit.

The experts from the other races were stunned.

What was going on?

Could it be that the formation was about to explode?

That did not make sense. All of their checks and experiments had concluded that it was safe to operate.

At this moment, an overbearing voice was heard.

Two figures approached each other quickly and approached the formation.

Mo Zun was furious.

"Impudent!"

Boom!

His Dao path appeared, and he threw a punch.

In the distance, when Venerable He saw this, he could not help but take a deep breath. This demon brat was seeking his own death.

No wonder he sensed that Mo Zun did not have long to live.

He was going to be killed!

Both Divine Lord Du and Kun Zhen's expressions changed.

The two of them were not as reckless and overbearing as Mo Zun.

Boom!

Eleventh's eyes were cold.

"How dare you attack a subordinate of the Prison Dao Ancient God! You must die!"

Shua!

A cold light flashed.

Mo Zun's Dao path crumbled, and his physical body began to disintegrate.

"I'm Mo Zun of the demon race. You dare to kill me?"

Mo ZUn was shocked and furious.

"Hmph!"

Eleventh snorted coldly and showed no mercy.

Mo Zun was dead!

All of the experts present turned pale with fear.

One of the strongest cultivators among the Freedom Daoyuan realm experts had been killed just like that. This unknown person had to be a World Creator realm expert!

Moreover, he was a subordinate of Prison Dao Ancient God?

Their expressions changed.

Their target was the great formation, which was the blood, sweat, and tears of every race.

It was also at this moment, in the Ancient Chaos World, several powerful auras flared up.

The immortal, celestial, and demon race experts, the three World Creator realm experts, had all appeared.

The eyes of the demon race World Creator realm expert were extremely cold.

"A subordinate of Prison Dao Ancient God? Very well, Prison God Palace, you will pay the price for killing a member of the demon race!"

"I'd like to see how the Prison Dao Ancient God compares to my ancestor!"

"Prison Dao Ancient God reigns supreme," Eleventh said proudly, "Your ancestor is a piece of trash in comparison!"

"You two want to offend our races?"

"This formation now belongs to the Prison God Palace. If you're not happy, then fight us," Ninth said coldly.

The Prison God Palace was as overbearing as ever.

They did not even care about powerful races like immortal, celestial and demon races.

Normally, this would be where others would back down. After all, the Prison God Palace and Prison Dao Ancient God were infamous in the chaos for not having a bottom line and would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.

However, the formation was the blood, sweat, and tears of every race.

They had sacrificed too much.

Moreover, the nine zones contained a great fortune.

How could they give up?

A fight was inevitable.

Boom!

Various Dao paths emerged, and the World Creator realm experts from the immortals, celestials, demons, dragons, phoenixes and races of the Ancient Chaos World, a total of nine experts, surrounded Ninth and Eleventh.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

After a short exchange of blows, blood was instantly shed by those seven World Creator experts.

They kept retreating.

"Do the two of you have to offend all of the races in the Ancient Chaos World? Do you think we have no other experts?"

These two experts were too powerful, so how could they resist them?

They had no choice but to rely on their backers in order to scare off the other party.

However, there was no way the overbearing Prison God Palace would be intimidated by such threats.

As such, Ninth and Eleventh did not show any signs of retreating.

With Prison Dao Ancient God as their backer, what was there to fear?

It was just a formation. It was not as if they exterminated these races.

That was something that they would never dare to do. After all, that was an irrevocable enmity, and the ancestors of the immortal, celestial and demon races were not much weaker than Prison Dao Ancient God individually.

If the three ancestors worked together, even Prison Dao Ancient God would be suppressed. But that was that and this was this.

It was just a formation anyway.

Boom!

The battle was getting more and more intense.

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you without mercy!"

Ninth said coldly.

The experts of the various races were extremely sullen, but they did not want to retreat. Instead, they began to use some of their trump cards in an attempt to stall for time.