Chapter 505: It’s All For Our God (1)

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When Ming Jing heard Ninth Elder’s words, he could not help but recall. Then, his eyes lit up.

“You’re saying that the Celestial Feather race’s goal isn’t just the power of Destiny that we control?”

“That’s right. The Celestial Feather race values our royal family highly! ” Ninth Elder nodded with a solemn expression.

“It’s not just us. The Half-Dragon race’s immortals have also appeared on the battlefield. They’re all targeted by the Celestial Feather race!”

Ninth Elder’s tone was serious as he spoke again.

“You must understand that reaching the Immortal realm implies they belong to the royal lineage of our respective races. I suspect the Celestial Feather race harbors ulterior motives!”

“How greedy. The uniqueness of the royal bloodline. Looks like the Celestial Feather race is making a huge move!”

Ming Jing couldn’t help but emit a cold snort. Reflecting on the conduct of the Celestial Feather race on the battlefield, he couldn’t suppress his thoughts.

The power of Destiny originally belonged to the Great Eight. However, with the sudden ascent of the Celestial Feather race and the commencement of the war, some Destiny had already shifted towards them.

Though not substantial, their losses were significant.

Of course, this bit of Destiny power was not enough to hurt them. As for the

Half-Dragon race, it was the same. However, as the Nether race and the Demon Phoenix race joined the battlefield, the loss of this Destiny power began to decrease.

“Dark Northern Destiny Eyes!”

Ming Jing’s eyes flickered slightly. A light blue hue enveloped his eyes. In the next moment, the power of Destiny on the battlefield manifested within his gaze.

On the battlefield, the five types of Destiny power formed a unique figure that corresponded to the five foreign races on the battlefield.

The five manifestations of the Spirit of Destiny from the Dark Northern race, the Half-Dragon race, the Celestial Feather race, the Nether race, and the Demon Phoenix race clashed in unseen realms.

On the battlefield below, if a team of the Half-Dragon race was annihilated, some of the Destiny belonging to the Half-Dragon race in the sky would be seized and consumed by the other four Spirits of Destiny.

“As anticipated, the situation has been determined. We don’t even have the opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield!”

Ming Jing’s light blue eyes were solemn.

The five Spirits of Destiny were entangled with each other and could no longer escape.

The only way was to devour each other.

“The Spirits of Destiny of the Nether race and the Demon Phoenix race are also cultivating to some extent, but their progress is limited. They harbor their intentions!”

Ming Jing’s heart skipped a beat. Although the Nether race and the Demon Phoenix race had allied, such an alliance was not reliable at all.

At this moment, the Celestial Feather race’s Spirit of Destiny could be said to be dominant. It seemed to be suppressing the other Spirits of Destiny.

“This can’t go on!”

At this thought, the light blue in Ming Jing’s eyes gradually faded.

“Ninth Elder, contact the Demon Phoenix race and the Nether race and tell them that the Destiny of the Celestial Feather race is showing signs of solidifying. If they don’t want to be devoured and suffer a backlash from the Destiny, they have to deal with the Celestial Feather race!”

Ming Jing looked at Ninth Elder and said.

Solidifying meant that they had seized a portion of the power of Destiny within No Man’s Land, allowing the Spirits of Destiny from each race of the Great Eight to coalesce into tangible forms.

The Spirits of Destiny on the battlefield were only projections.

“As for the Half-Dragon race, they’ll understand if they’re smart!”

At the thought of the Half-Dragon race, Ming Jing could not help but frown slightly.

Although those ruffians were reckless, they were not fools. The three foreign races were attacking the Celestial Feather race with all their might. They would not give up this opportunity.

As for how they fought after dealing with the Celestial Feather race, it was up to the Great Eight to decide.

With the Celestial Feather race’s attack, this war had escalated to the competition for the power of Destiny in No Man’s Land.

“Yes, Boss!”

The Ninth Elder nodded solemnly. He understood that Ming Jing must have utilized his eyes to perceive the Destiny that eluded their sight. This indicated that the Celestial Feather race was indeed more complex than it appeared.

Then, Ninth Elder left the hall, planning to discuss with the Nether race and the Demon Phoenix race how to attack the Celestial Feather race.

As for the Half-Dragon race, should they be astute and perceive their circumstances, they would align themselves accordingly. However, if they remained oblivious, the other three races had no qualms about pillaging and consuming the Half-Dragon race’s Destiny power.

After Ninth Elder left, Ming Jing was deep in thought.

“Although the major races are fighting each other, the changes in the Spirits of Destiny are not much different. Why?”

Ming Jing pondered deeply. Utilizing the Dark Northern Destiny Eyes, he observed the Spirits of Destiny locked in combat. Occasionally, portions of

Destiny power would be devoured, but instead of increasing, it diminished.

This was the first time he had seen such a thing.

“Forget it, I’ll deal with the Celestial Feather race first!”

Ming Jing thought for a moment. It was impossible to imagine such a thing. He might as well resolve the matter at hand first.

At this moment, the Celestial Feather race, who had wings on their backs, had solemn expressions and a hint of respect on their faces.

An illusory figure stood in front of all the Celestial Feather race members.

“Greetings, King Celestial Feather!”

The Celestial Feather race members bowed to that phantom.

“We must swiftly procure the royal blood of the four foreign races and withdraw from the battlefield upon securing it!”

There was a glow on King Celestial Feather’s face as if he was enveloped by holy light. He even held a scepter in his hand, symbolizing his identity.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Everyone’s eyes were burning with passion and respect as they replied at the same time.

The dozens of present members were all from the Celestial Feather race, bestowed with the favor of their God. Their strength had all been forcibly elevated to the Immortal realm..