Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1212 - 846 Innate Electric Talisman

Chapter 1212: 846 Innate Electric Talisman

Saints do not interfere with the affairs of the Prehistoric World, and even if they were to take action, it wouldn’t be direct, but rather through their proxies.

Since they prepared to use the myriad tribes to restrain the Human Race, the Saints naturally would not fail to make advanced preparations. Long ago, they had secretly supported certain races.

These races were the chess pieces that the Saints had placed among the myriad tribes—all prominent among their kind and leaders of the myriad tribes.

Or rather, the so-called alliance of the myriad tribes had been established under the guidance of several Saints, through the matchmaking and bridge-building efforts of these races.

The alliance of the myriad tribes could be considered the strongest force on the Prehistoric World, aside from the Human Race. Such a massive organization could not have been established without the leadership of powerful figures.

Keep in mind that not all the myriad tribes lived in harmony; enemies were everywhere, and natural predators were not uncommon. To forcibly unite so many hostile tribes into one force, the orchestrator behind the scenes must be extremely powerful.

If the orchestrator behind the scenes were Saints, then everything would make sense—Saints naturally have this ability.

Once the Saints had come to a decision, there was no need for them to act personally. Their spokespersons among the myriad tribes would naturally step forward to handle the matters on their behalf.

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First a flash of Chaos Divine Light, followed by a burst of deep purple radiance. In such a brief moment, another Quasi-Saint of the myriad tribes was blasted into pieces by Jiang Chen, his flesh and True Spirit collected into the Dutian Shenfan.

In the time it took for the Saints to discuss, out of the fifty Quasi-Saints of the myriad tribes—not counting Guang Zu—Jiang Chen had already slain five.

The sixth venerated Quasi-Saint was also locked down by Jiang Chen’s Tao, with the Dutian Shenfan raised high, ready for its next eruption that would send this Quasi-Saint following in the footsteps of the previous five.

It was then that a sudden change occurred. A dazzling bolt of lightning emerged from the void, blanketing Heaven and Earth in brightness and striking fiercely against the fabric of the world formed by the Primordial He Luo formation.

Boom!

This divine thunder was so powerful it had already reached the level of Great Divine Transcendents. Clearly, it was unleashed by one, and with its eruption, the entire Heaven and Earth mourned, displaying terrifying fissures one after another.

Under normal circumstances, even a Great Divine Transcendent acting personally might not be able to break the Primordial He Luo formation.

But the current situation was entirely different. Besides the Heavenly Gods’ level divine thunder attacking from outside, within the Primordial He Luo formation, forty-something Quasi-Saints from the myriad tribes were fiercely attacking the formation.

The Primordial He Luo formation, not being in its peak condition, could not withstand the combined internal and external assault and shattered instantly without even the time for a breath.

With a loud boom, the world formed by the Primordial He Luo formation, under the dazzling thunder and various divine lights, exploded violently, disintegrating into countless patterns and Fragments.

Among these countless fragments, Jiang Chen and other Human Race experts, along with the surviving Quasi-Saints from the myriad tribes, reappeared before the eyes of the world.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

The just-liberated Quasi-Saints of the myriad tribes, who were about to speak, only took a glance at their surroundings, their faces suddenly turned pale with shock and disbelief.

For they suddenly realized that in just a brief moment, their number, initially fifty, had now dropped to forty-three—a reduction of seven. In other words, including Guang Zu, a total of seven Quasi-Saints had just been killed by Jiang Chen taking advantage of the situation.

But how could this be possible?

These were seven Quasi-Saints, including peak powers like Guang Zu at the Great Perfection Level. In a less than polite saying, not even killing seven pigs would be this quick.

"Seven Quasi-Saints!"

"Including the previously fallen One-horned Ancestor and Winged Ancestor, that’s nine Quasi-Saints."

"In just one day, our alliance of the myriad tribes has lost nine Quasi-Saints consecutively."

"Disgrace, a tremendous disgrace!"

"Since the formation of our alliance, we have never suffered such heavy losses."

"Jiang Chen, our alliance of myriad tribes swears to fight to the death with you."

At this moment, the fury of the Quasi-Saints of the myriad tribes had reached its peak, while at the same time, an immense fear uncontrollably rose within their hearts.

Nine Quasi-Saints represented at least a tenth of the power of the alliance of the myriad tribes, if not more.

In just a brief while, the alliance had lost a tenth of its power; if more time passed, what level would the losses of the alliance reach? Could it be that because of this battle, the alliance would fall and no longer possess the power to confront the Human Race?

It’s not about whether it could happen—it was certain. With the loss of nine Quasi-Saints all at once, the alliance could well be said to have been severely damaged. Already at a disadvantage when facing the Human Race, they were now even weaker.

If they suffered further losses, they might not even have the capability to inflict mutual destruction upon the Human Race. That’s why the Quasi-Saints were afraid. Their brazen opposition to the Human Race was predicated on their ability to cause mutual destruction.

The Human Race had been concerned that defeating the myriad tribes would leave them too weakened, allowing other forces to take advantage; holding back for fear of harming an object in one’s possession, they had continually made concessions to the myriad tribes.

This was the very foundation of the myriad tribes’ existence. Without it, would the Human Race continue to tolerate them? Obviously not; they would surely act with the force of thunder to eliminate them thoroughly.