Chapter 920 -- The Netherworld was stirred by the wind

Streaks of flowing light rushed toward various places in the universe. Soon, the Sea of stars boiled. A portion of the most powerful saints from the various races who had left back then had returned and reappeared in the world.

“Eighth ancestor, my corpse race is so miserable. Sob, sob... several saints have died. They were all killed by that little bastard Chu Feng. Countless core disciples have died and injured. Since the strongest thirteen ancestors of the ancient times have returned, we must stand up for our clansmen!”

Some people were crying and complaining. Their hearts were overflowing with anger and unwillingness.

“Ancestors of the deity race, the heavens have blessed our race. All ancestors have returned safely. What a pity. Our race was actually oppressed to the point of lowering our heads to our enemies. Moreover, we were once part of a desolate planet that was attacked by us, massacred along the way, and was close to being exterminated. It’s truly a great hatred!”