After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 741 - 701: Gathering of Deities, Everyone’s Identity (2 more updates)

Chapter 741: Chapter 701: Gathering of Deities, Everyone’s Identity (2 more updates)

Forced into action, Yellen couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids, and reluctantly followed suit.

That’s because several ancient martial artists have already launched an attack on him.

At this moment, if they don’t act, are they waiting for the opponents to kill them before they counterattack?

The abrupt changes in the situation left nearly 300 Molo students stunned.

They originally thought that the ancient martial arts they were exposed to were already shocking enough. However, the encounters they were witnessing now were far beyond their understanding.

Chloe Stephens saw Isabella Moon and Marvin Lawrence being suppressed, while Len Hawthorne, relying on his own strength, gradually gained the upper hand against Alan Mercer.

Chloe glanced at the battlefield, where a group of people were trapped inside, unable to get out, nor could they resist the powerful energy that was sucking away their strength.

Austin Godfrey and other deities inside could not hold on for much longer. They filled the gaps from time to time, but if this continued, everyone would be exhausted.

"Len!"

Chloe turned her head and shouted at Len Hawthorne.

Having broken away from his opponent, Len appeared before Chloe in an instant, a look of anxiety on his extraordinary face, "What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"

Chloe pointed at the battlefield: "This thing needs to be stopped."

Otherwise, even the deities like Austin Godfrey would have their cultivation sucked away, creating a gap that would transport everyone out.

Once everyone left here and entered the real world, chaos would definitely ensue!

Len tried to walk in and entered the battlefield with ease, as if using his own belongings.

Upon entering, he immediately punched Austin Godfrey out.

Stumbling out of the barrier, Austin frowned at Len.

Dressed in a black shirt, Len’s nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure could not be hidden among the crowd.

The explosive power hidden within his body was unleashed as he suddenly slapped towards the center of the barrier formation.

"Crack!"

A crack suddenly appeared in the center of the formation.

The battlefield instantly returned to normal.

Everyone was stunned.

As Len raised his hand, the faint grey mark on his forehead also became clear.

"Professor Hawthorne’s hair!"

"It’s turned white!"

Out of nowhere, a white ribbon violently rushed to Len’s wrist, instantly wrapping around it.

Alan Mercer’s eyes widened in disbelief, as he looked at Len.

His body was trembling involuntarily, which was the pressure exerted by a formidable force!

Len said to Alex Stephens and the others, "Get out!"

Alex and the others came to their senses and leaped out.

At the same time, Evan Taylor arrived at the scene and shouted at Chloe Stephens, "Miss Chloe, above us..."

Before they could react, several elegant figures appeared on the surface of the sandy region, each emitting a majestic and icy spiritual energy!

It was as if they were immortals descending from beyond the heavens.

Len stepped out of the battlefield, waved his hand coldly, and a transparent wall was quickly formed. However, this time, it was a protective barrier, not a cultivation-sucking one.

More than 200 people were immediately protected, and through the barrier, they could see and hear what was happening outside.

Alan Mercer and the others, still shaken, headed towards the Elder Council.

Everyone who appeared here was a deity from the Divine Realm!

Seeing Len Hawthorne, one of the elders coldly shouted: "Asura White King!"

Everyone’s gaze was filled with icy anger and fear, staring at Len Hawthorne.

Hawthorne frowned slightly.

Austin Godfrey turned to look at Hawthorne.

"What Asura White King," Hawthorne slowly walked forward with a cold sneer, sizing up the people across him. Without asking, he knew that any one of them had the power to compete with his side. Hawthorne instinctively stood in front of Chloe Stephens, blocking the majority of their line of sight.

"Austin Godfrey, Lord of Hell, you still want to stand with him? Have you forgotten how he treated all of us?" Elder Council’s Benjamin Tate pointed at Austin Godfrey and asked loudly.

Austin Godfrey’s expression shook for a moment, and his brows almost instantly furrowed.

Hearing that the Lord of Hell was nearby, Isabella Moon and the others who had risen to prominence widened their eyes.

First, it was the Asura White King, then the Lord of Hell. What else didn’t they know about?

Before this, these titles were all legends.

But now they were vividly displayed before their eyes, making even them feel fantastic.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, these people," Austin Godfrey pointed behind him, "what do you plan to do with them?"

"Thousands of years ago, we discovered that the pressure here was weaker than in other places. After thousands of years of effort, we were finally able to absorb people from outside. We trained these people, letting them grow freely. After several thousand more years, we barely managed to send out low-level executors..." Someone stepped out, gritting his teeth as he hatefully explained the cause and effect. As he spoke, he pointed to Len Hawthorne: "And all of this is because of you!"

Len Hawthorne’s eyebrows arched, having no memory of the things he had done.

"I am not from this world, so how is any of this related to me?" Len Hawthorne squinted slightly, staring at those who bore undisguised hostility and a touch of fear towards him. "We still deserve an explanation for what’s going on here."

"Explanation?" Tyler Loner stepped forward, "Eight Great Royal Forces, all you divine officials, have all been slaughtered by you, King White. And now you want us to give an explanation? King White, you not only broke the heavenly mandate, but also caused the Bloody War of Heaven. In the end, you still strictly suppressed us here. You are the one who should explain to us."

Benjamin Tate’s gaze turned to Chloe Stephens, "Tyler Loner said you returned, and we didn’t believe it. After going around in circles, you still found each other." As he said this, his gaze became sharper, "Unfortunately, you still can’t come together... destiny is just destiny."

"Bang!"

It was Chloe Stephens who struck first.

At this moment, Chloe Stephens’s body emitted a cold air, and her eyes were filled with icy light purple.

The one who just barely managed to block her attack, Benjamin Tate, raised his hand in defense. As soon as Chloe Stephens made her move, the people across her became instantly alert.

"Their abilities haven’t recovered yet. This is the best time to act," Tyler Loner stepped forward, "As long as we kill the White King, we won’t have to go to such lengths to cultivate ancient martial artists."

With Tyler Loner’s words, everyone’s eyes fell on Len Hawthorne, and their murderous intent was revealed instantaneously!

"Kill him?" Chloe Stephens suddenly hooked a cold smile, and in a flash, it surged like a raging undercurrent, and something flung itself at the others, "Then let’s see who kills who!"

Chloe Stephens didn’t care if these people once were someone important or if they had misidentified her. It was clear the hostility they showed towards them was evident.

The murderous aura around her grew thicker.

When Liam Lynch and Herbert Maxwell arrived, they saw the imminent conflict before them. The pressure in the air almost stole their breath. If not for their strong cultivation, they would have been crushed earlier.

"Chloe Stephens!"

Liam Lynch called out to her and his eyes fell on Len Hawthorne’s white-haired figure, "Captain Hawthorne, what’s going on here? And who are these people..."

"Miss Chloe Stephens," Herbert Maxwell almost instantly came to Chloe Stephens’s side, staring at the mysterious people in front of him.

Seeing Herbert Maxwell, the people in front of them couldn’t help but frown.

Su_TB_Right after that, Albert Webb walked out behind them and stood at the forefront, wearing a grave expression.

Staring at Albert Webb, Tyler Loner’s face grew colder as he gritted his teeth, and squeezed out two words: "Dilbert Jones."

"Divine protector, Dilbert Jones!"

No one knew who blurted it out, but their face instantly turned pale, seemingly recalling some terrible scene.

Albert Webb’s frown deepened even more, staring at the scene before him with all the deities gathered, growing more perplexed.