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Chapter 365: Willing to Accept Loss

"Did you win?"

Looking at the twelve statues of gods that suddenly woke up, everyone looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, ten rays of light fell, shining on the ten winners at the same time.

As that ray of light fell, they seemed to be undergoing a sacred baptism.

Xiao Hanyi was surprised to feel the changes in her body and made a sound of exclamation.

"My body seems to have reached a state of holy perfection. Is this the legendary holy baptism?"

Rebirth may be the true meaning of the existence of the altar.

They won this battle and were recognized by the altar. If it were the time of the Immortals, this would be the place where gods can be enshrined.

The shriveled Alicorn ants that had been emptied of energy also recovered at this moment.

Originally I wanted to scold my mother, but when I felt the changes in my body, I suddenly felt happy.

"Hey, it feels so strange, as if the blood in my body has revived."

After waving his fist forcefully, the Skyhorned Ant could feel that his strength had greatly improved. This was due to the awakening of his bloodline.

A golden light fell from the nine heavens, announcing the end of this battle.

From Dahuang, we won this hard-fought victory.

But at this moment, everyone's hearts are very entangled and they cannot be happy.

Because they all know that the victory in this battle was achieved by a girl who sacrificed her own life.

Everyone was staring at the closed lotus flower, feeling extremely worried in their hearts, expecting her to wake up from it.

Boom...

Just hearing a loud noise from the horizon, the secret realm was finally opened, and a white figure rushed out from inside.

Followed closely behind was the Lord of the Underworld, whose face at this time was extremely ugly.

Looking up, I saw that the luck that originally belonged to the Nether Clan had been completely sucked away. The pain in my heart was indescribable.

After this battle, the Nether Clan doesn't know how many years it will take to recover from the dark and chaotic period.

"Alas..."

Looking at the blood on the ground, the ten geniuses of the Nether Clan who were killed by Lin Qingzhu with one sword, the Lord of the Nether Clan sighed.

He raised his right hand slightly, and a strange rune appeared on his palm. He swept it away in an instant, and the blood on the ground quickly began to condense and turned into ten Nether Clan creatures again.

Ye Qiu looked at all this indifferently, and his guess was indeed correct. The Lord of the Underworld had actually found a way to get rid of the shackles of that drop of blood.

It’s just that he can’t let go of his faith and dependence over the years.

Now, because of this battle, it can be regarded as giving him a chance to give the Underworld a new look.

Without this drop of divine blood, they would be a brand new race, a completely independent race.

The ten people who regained consciousness looked at the sad-looking Lord of the Underworld in front of them and lowered their heads in shame.

"Well, everyone, get up! I see your performance. You tried your best. I don't blame you."

"If you lose, you lose. What does it mean? You still have to practice..."

"Children, you are all good! At least in this battle, we, the Nether Clan, have exerted our own momentum. We are no worse than any other clan in the world."

"From today on, I, the Nether Clan, will officially become a member of the Ten Thousand Clans. In the future battlefield of all races, I, the Nether Clan, will definitely leave a bright mark."

After listening to the inspiring words of the Lord of the Underworld, their depressed hearts were awakened again.

"Don't worry, my king, we will repay you a hundredfold for today's shame."

Ling Xi shouted loudly and powerfully, her inner fighting spirit undiminished.
Chapter completed!