The legendary warrior Chapter 1242 Secret Behind The Desolate Sorcery Tribe's Downfall

"Are you implying that you know the reason why our patriarch sealed our tribe?! Tell me why he did it
then!" Mordechai demanded after hearing the Infant Ancestry Devil's words.

"Ha-ha! It looks like you are desperate to know the reason. Very well, I am going to tell you for the sake
of your people that had passed away. I am really kind, am I not?

You can consider this our last respect for the Desolate Sorcery tribe. After all, your tribe is about to be
totally wiped out from this earth," the Infant Ancestry Devil responded coldly.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Chris Yin.

Remember my name because I was primarily responsible for the destruction of your tribe."

Hearing the callous remark made Mordechai's blood boil. He desperately wanted to activate his
Sorcerous Combat Body and crush this Infant Ancestry Devil until he had bled him dry, but this wasn't
the right time. He still needed to know what had happened to their patriarch.

"Tell me what you did to my tribe!" Mordechai roared again.

The incensed look on Mordechai's face only served to amuse Chris, and he burst into laughter again.
However, he did keep his promise. He shared with Ricky and Mordechai everything he knew.

Of course, he didn't do that out of the generosity of his heart. He only revealed these things because
he was confident that the duo would not be able to make it out of here alive.

According to Chris, the Desolate Sorcery tribe was the leading tribe back at the very beginning of the
world, up until the devil race invaded the continent. The Desolate Sorcery tribe rallied the other
creatures from the continent and led the battle against the devil race. They went so far as to set out for
the Devil Land together with the other creatures from the continent, for the Desolate Sorcery tribe's
powerful warriors, led by their patriarch, aimed to annihilate the devil race once and for all.



However, at that time, the Infant Ancestry Devils were born in the Devil Land.

The ensuing fight between the Infant Ancestry Devils and the Desolate Sorcery tribe was a blood bath.
No side could walk away without a loss.

The Infant Ancestry Devils' patriarch sustained grave injuries that he couldn't heal himself, alongside
the Desolate Sorcery tribe's patriarch who suffered the same fate.

What made matters worse was that the Infant Ancestry Devils' patriarch left the source of the Infant
Ancestry Evil Spirit in the soul of the Desolate Sorcery tribe's patriarch.

As a result, the latter could not do anything about it. Even though he had the strongest body in the
world, he still couldn't destroy the source of the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit.

Since he failed to remove the source of the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit in his soul, it would soon erode
his soul to nothingness. Basically, it was like his death had been a hundred percent confirmed.

Knowing this, the patriarch of the Desolate Sorcery tribe chose to remain in their ancestral land and
cultivate in isolation.

But as he was cultivating, the other powerful warriors of the devil race managed to enter the Desolate
Sorcery tribe's ancestral land through the source of the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit planted in his body.

The Desolate Sorcery tribe's patriarch had no choice but to seal his people and the ancestral land, and
he accomplished this through activating the brilliant ancient array.

In this way, the powerful warriors like him were rejected and exiled to the chaos.

However, before he was forced to leave the ancestral land, the Desolate Sorcery tribe's patriarch left
two primitive cultivation methods there—cultivation methods that the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit had
corrupted.



The warriors who were forced to enter the chaos naturally despised the Desolate Sorcery tribe's
patriarch, and they would rather die than let him get what he wanted.

So, they went to great lengths to leave Chris here before they were forced into the chaos, asking him to
destroy the Desolate Sorcery tribe's ancestral land using the source of the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit.

They prioritized the destruction of the Desolate Sorcery tribe's ancestral land, for they believed that the
tribe would collapse on its own if that happened.

After hearing Chris' story, Ricky and Mordechai fell into a contemplative silence.

"It took me several eras, but I am about to fulfill my mission now. I take pride in what I had done and in
what I am about to do. The Desolate Sorcery tribe's ancestral land will finally fall today!" Chris declared
at last, sounding incredibly proud of himself.

That was because the Desolate Sorcery tribe was once a glorious tribe. If he were the one to destroy it,
he would make a great contribution to the devil race.

"So our patriarch sealed us because he was out of options. That means you, damn devils, are the ones
to blame for what we've been through," Mordechai replied through gritted teeth as he glared at Chris.

Although this monster right before his eyes had shed some light on what had happened, his
explanation had only fueled the fires of hate that burned within Mordechai.

At once, a murderous intent emanated from him.

"You mean a warrior at the Emperor Level like you could live countless eras? That's unbelievable,"

Ricky remarked doubtfully as he stared Chris down with a heated glare.

"Lowly humans, do you even know anything about the Ancestry Devil blood power?



Our blood power is unrivaled. And once we reach the Emperor Level, we can become immortal.

I can't blame you though because it's hard for low-born humans like you to understand that," Chris
pronounced in a dismissive manner.

"I see. You are able to prolong your life for such a long time because of the Ancestry Devil blood
power," Ricky muttered darkly.

"Brat, even if they didn't have the Ancestry Devil blood power, the Infant Ancestry Devils could live
endless lives once they reach the Emperor Level.

This is because they are born evil. As long as some evil exists in the world, they will always be there,"
the Dragon Intent Grass said, correcting Ricky.

At this point, Chris was looking at Ricky and Mordechai playfully, evidently amused by the situation.

"You are here for the two original primitive methods, aren't you? Unfortunately, they belong to us now.
And now that I have told you all that I can, it's time to send you to meet your maker,"

Chris remarked with a malicious sneer.

"Humph! So you are an ancestry devil, huh? I have never killed a real ancestral devil before. Perhaps,
I'll start with you today,"

Ricky responded coldly.

Meanwhile, Mordechai had not calmed down at all. "No one can destroy our tribe! I will make sure you'll
never have the chance to do that!" he bellowed, his mouth almost frothing in anger.

"Ha-ha! You are giving yourselves too much credit, you losers," Chris scoffed at them.

And then he turned to his men and shouted, "Get them!"



As soon as the words fell from Chris' lips, the other Infant Ancestry Devils surrounding the two statues
dashed toward Ricky and Mordechai at breakneck speed. The sounds of crying and evil laughter filled
the air.

The overwhelming Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit engulfed the whole place, transforming it into a living hell.

Suddenly, their shrill voices merged with the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit, forming blood-dark ropes. All
the Infant Ancestry Devils transferred their strengths to those ropes.

At the sight of the blood-dark ropes, Ricky and Mordechai couldn't help but tremble in fear.

Their souls seemed to harbor great fear toward the ropes.

Ricky and Mordechai looked at each other. They simultaneously realized that the blood-dark ropes
could attack their souls, making it doubly difficult to deal with.

"Mordechai, I will unleash my Omnipotent Skills to deal with these blood-dark ropes and distract those
devils. At the same time, I need you to hit them with your physical strength. Once we obliterate them,
these ropes will disappear on their own. Is that all right with you?" Ricky communicated warily through
telegraphy.

"I got it. Be careful. These blood-dark ropes are not easy to handle,"

Mordechai replied.

After a final nod, he moved to stand behind Ricky.

Ricky clapped his hands, and purple patterns instantly appeared all over his body. He was starting the
second killing array.



"My array, the Wail of Ghosts and the Howl of Wolves, come out! Go and destroy all of these
monsters!" Ricky shouted.

As the array was activated, he also unleashed his six mutants and chaotic power at the same time. He
covered the array with the justice power, the chaotic fire power, and the ancestral thunder power.

These three kinds of powers were the evil power's natural enemy.

When he saw that Ricky burst out six mutants and the chaotic power, Chris' eyes widened in utter
shock.

"You are using chaotic power! I didn't expect that another creature from the continent had managed to
cultivate the chaotic power. However, you've made a huge mistake. You shouldn't have come here
despite you possess the chaotic power. But this could be a blessing in disguise for me. After all, my
value, power, and fame will all spread around the world if I take you out. Moreover, I'm curious if a
genius who has cultivated the chaotic power tastes better than the creatures of the Desolate Sorcery
tribe,"

Chris added with a smirk, deliberately adding fuel to the plan.

"Well, you can give it a shot. You better make sure your teeth are strong though. If your teeth aren't
hard enough, they will break,"

Ricky snapped back with a vicious sneer.

At the same time, he waggled his finger a little, and the array directly rushed to those blood-black
ropes.


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