I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1262: 1261: Intervention of the Divine Race, Plunder

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1261: Intervention of the Divine Race, Plunder

In the direction where the iron chains were taut, an explosion occurred, and as countless sparks flew, the figures of the two were forcibly separated.

“Killing Hammer,” shouted the Ghost King Tianqing coldly.

The chains and hammer linked together again, swirling with a fierce wind as they directly smashed toward the Ghost King of Youdu.

The magic wand in the Ghost King of Youdu’s hand kept fluctuating, forming a shield condensed from golden power in front of him.

The Killing Hammer collided with the shield, and the powerful shock shattered the void.

“Youdu’s Nether Grasp,” the Ghost King of Youdu extended his other hand.

In the palm seemed to be swirls of everything, manifesting as the overwhelming Evil Qi of the Youdu Underworld, finally forming a grasp of the nether world, with the ghost claw reaching for the Ghost King Tianqing.

The Ghost King Tianqing was not to be outdone, with the Killing Hammer in his hand spinning continually.

Its speed increased until it formed a tornado as if countless hammers were pounding the void.

When the two extreme forces collided, the desert winds and sand danced in the sky, filling vision with yellow sand.

Both the Ghost King of Youdu and the Ghost King Tianqing were simultaneously blown back.

At this moment, a divine light suddenly flickered around them.

“Not good, it’s someone from the Divine Race,” everyone’s expression changed drastically.

In the next moment, before anyone could react, Xu Zimei felt a hand suddenly place itself on his shoulder.

A powerful force directly pulled him, traversing through the void.

“The Divine Race wants to save someone, stop him,” the two Ghost Kings of Youdu naturally noticed this immediately.

They charged at Xu Zimei, leaving no survivors under the Killing Hammer, preferring to kill Xu Zimei than let the Divine Race take him.

A cold snort came from the void, followed by a jade hand emitting divine light weaving through.

Golden power exploded in front of the Killing Hammer, blasting it away.

The next moment, calm returned to the void, and Xu Zimei’s figure also disappeared without a trace.

“Damn it, it seems the Divine Race had long planned this,” the Ghost King of Youdu said grimly.

“This matter might not be something we can handle alone, we should contact other Ghost Kings,” the Ghost King Tianqing said indifferently.

“You want others to get a share too?” the Ghost King of Youdu said reluctantly.

“Don’t be too greedy,” the Ghost King Tianqing warned.

“Now, it’s not just about sharing. It’s about whether our Ghost Tribe or the Divine Race can get those Death Flowers.”

Hearing this, the Ghost King of Youdu was silent for a moment, finally nodding reluctantly.

Indeed, their capabilities were limited, and if the Divine Race sent a large number of experts, they might not get the Death Flowers.

They might even lose their lives.

“What about him?” the two looked at the remaining Xie Changliu.

“Take him with us for now, he might be useful. Don’t kill him until we see the Death Flowers,” the Ghost King of Youdu said.

………

The divine light flashed explosively, and after wandering for a long time in the void, Xu Zimei’s figure was dragged into a valley.

When he opened his eyes, he found five or six people scattered in the valley.

Everyone emanated divinity, with bright eyes, and wore golden armor.

Xu Zimei said nothing, glancing at the group, which consisted of four men and one woman; it was the woman who had just grabbed him.

“You’re calmer than I expected,” the woman spoke up.

Xu Zimei remained silent, merely giving them a faint smile.

“A mere prisoner dares to be so arrogant,” said a man beside him, a little dissatisfied with Xu Zimei’s demeanor.

“Kid, if it weren’t for us saving you, do you think those people from the Ghost Tribe would let you live?”

“Can you let me live?” Xu Zimei retorted.

“As long as you cooperate, we’ll definitely let you go after this is over,” another man beside him said.

He seemed to be the leader of the group, with a white cape behind his golden armor.

Th𝗶ѕ ƈhɒp𝐭ᥱr 𝖎𝐬 p◎ʂ𝙩ℯⅆ bყ 𝓀𝚤ṯєηɵ𝘷𝙚𝗅

His face was firm and considered handsome.

“Cooperate with what?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Tell us everything you know,” the leader said.

“They’re looking for Rihua City, where it’s said there’s a secret about the Death Flowers,” Xu Zimei replied calmly.

It didn’t matter to him to tell the Divine Race; he just wanted to go to Rihua City. As for who took him there, it wasn’t important.

“And then?”

“Nothing more,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.

“We were intercepted by you on the way to Rihua City.”

“This aligns with what we’ve found,” a few Divine Race people exchanged glances and murmured.

“How is the Sunlight Divine General doing?” the leader asked.

“He’s already started contacting others, it won’t be long before the sixteen Divine Cities can gather together,” a person beside him replied.

“Don’t be complacent; there will likely be a major battle with the Ghost Tribe at Rihua City,” the leader admonished.

Everyone nodded.

“We’ll act as the vanguard, scouting the situation in advance,” the leader looked at the group, particularly the only woman among them.

He said, “Qianhe, you shouldn’t go. Stay within the Divine Race.”

“Why can’t I go,” protested the woman named Qianhe immediately.

“We’re going to scout, not fight; if there’s too many of us, we’ll easily be discovered,” the leader explained.

“Then tell them not to go. I don’t care; it’s rare for me to get out once, and if you don’t let me follow, I’ll sneak out on my own,” Qianhe said stubbornly.

“You… ,” the leader sighed deeply.

He relented, “Then follow along, but you must act according to orders and not act independently.”

“Thank you, brother,” Qianhe replied joyfully.

“What about this person from the Ghost Tribe?” someone looked at Xu Zimei and asked.

“He’s useless now; just kill him. He’ll only be a nuisance if we take him,” another suggested.

“Didn’t you say that as long as I cooperated, you’d let me go?” Xu Zimei, unshaken, retorted.

“Brother, it’s better not to kill him,” Qianhe pleaded beside him.

“We don’t want people saying that the Divine Race goes back on its word.”

“Let’s bring him to Rihua City first and then decide what to do,” the leader thought for a moment and decided.

He took a rope from the Storage Ring, a rope that shone with golden light.

The golden rope floated in the void and finally tied Xu Zimei up, preventing him from escaping.

“You’d better not try anything,” the leader warned Xu Zimei.

A member of the Divine Race grabbed him, and they walked out of the valley toward Rihua City.

“Brother, what kind of place is this Rihua City?” Qianhe asked curiously on the way.

“Why have I never heard of it before?”

“Of course, you haven’t heard of it. It’s an abandoned city.

As far back as tens of thousands of years ago, it was already unknown to people,” the leader explained with a light smile.

“If not for sporadic records in the tribe’s books, even we wouldn’t have heard of it, let alone you.”