I am asking the Ancestor to ascend to heaven in the world of "Covering the Sky".

"Since she is an old friend of the Holy Body of the Human Race, I have no choice but to bid. Wouldn't it be very fulfilling to serve tea, water and warm the bed as a maid?"

A young man from the primeval lake spoke up.

"Human Holy Body, you're finished."

The Fallen Feather Clan members were more direct, their eyes fixed intently on Ye Fan, Duan De, and the Holy Prince.

Their holy son died at Ye Fan's hands, and now they've come too.

Two other old men stood side by side in front, both at the terrifying peak of the semi-saint realm, holding an eight-treasure magic bottle together, radiating an astonishing pressure.

"It's a magic-suppressing bottle."

Duan De was startled.

This bottle can imprison space, render all array patterns ineffective, and disintegrate all laws, turning this place into a wasteland devoid of divine laws and order.

"Ye Fan, after all these years, I have missed you terribly. I am so glad to see you again. I have been looking forward to our reunion every moment and I really want to see your astonished face."

A strange man shrouded in black armor spoke, his voice chilling as if he came from the deepest hell.

"It's him; he's filled with the aura of a vengeful ghost."

Duan De was an expert and saw through the clues at a glance.

At the same time, a chill ran through him, and through this person, he learned of the terror of vengeful ghosts.

"So, he must be an old friend who traveled with me across the stars to this world."

Ye Fan muttered to himself, while the others remained incredibly calm, their expressions even more indifferent.

It's easy to imagine that they will make their move at the crucial moment, unleashing their spatial magical artifacts, and perhaps the entire desert will become a vast army.

The dozen or so groups of people represented a dozen or so exceptionally powerful and terrifying super forces.

On the high platform, the old man remained incredibly calm, proceeding methodically as he continued to preside over the auction.

Lin Jia still hasn't appeared, and everyone has to present their treasures first and pile them up in front of the auction table before they can bid.

"Two million catties of source, to make the Holy Body of the Human Race's confidante a female slave."

The seemingly young assassin, the Lord of the Divine Dynasty, laughed heartily, a hint of cruelty lurking beneath the surface.

"I want a female slave like that too."

The young man from the primeval lake spoke, and two old men behind him presented him with a large amount of divine energy.

Before long, the high platform was piled with divine materials, all kinds of rare treasures, dazzling and shimmering.

However, the vast majority of people did not move and remained on the sidelines.

They weren't particularly interested in the extraterrestrial fairy; their main goal was to kill Ye Fan.

After a moment, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Have you all had enough fun? Let's finish off this turtle in the jar together."

"That's true. Ye Fan is already in the trap, and after being boiled for so long, he's almost ready."

Someone gave a sinister smirk.

"Shh!"

At this moment, Ye Fan revealed his true face, and there was no need to hide it anymore.

At this moment, the person completely shrouded in black armor was the most agitated, and said in a cold voice, like a night owl crying, "Ye Fan, do you know who I am?"

“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity to meet you. I really want to see the look of fear on your face.”

Ye Fan said calmly, "Unfortunately, you are destined to be disappointed. Whether in the past or now, you are just a nobody."

"you……"

The man in black armor exuded a heavy aura of yin energy. He was breathing heavily and it took him a long time to calm down before he said, "You'll regret it when you find out who I am."

"Actually, I'm very curious to know which fellow Daoist orchestrated this auction, allowing so many of us to gather together to kill the Holy Body."

A demigod asked this question, a question that everyone else wanted to know as well.

Thank you for your generous gift.

Ye Fan strode forward, collected the various rare treasures on the platform, and then loudly proclaimed, "I set a trap to kill myself."

Everyone present was stunned.

This applies to humans as well as ancient races.

Everyone was stunned; this was all unexpected and unsettling.

Even the usually composed and ruthless assassins of the Divine Dynasty felt their bodies stiffen and chills run through them.

The seemingly harmless young man ahead is extremely dangerous; he has even schemed to kill his enemy.

Who exactly is the bait? It's daunting.

"I don't like to be part of other people's rhythm."

Ye Fan stood calmly on the high platform, looking down at the people below, and said, "Instead of you setting up a trap and using all sorts of means to force me out, I'd rather design it myself and fulfill your wishes. Of course, the result will be something else entirely, with me leading you by the nose."

"What a grand scheme! They've been setting things up since the Five-Colored Altar, laying so much groundwork."

A peak half-saint of the Fallen Feather Clan felt a chill in his heart, his expression turning extremely grim.

Everything about the Five-Colored Altar is shrouded in mystery. During its construction, all information was strictly kept secret, making it difficult for anyone to find out.

But when they went to great lengths to investigate, everything fell into Ye Fan's rhythm, and he took the lead in moving forward.

The so-called traversing of star systems is merely a catalyst, a prelude.

There was a scheme within a scheme, a series of moves that lured them in, making them desperately investigate.

In the end, a new situation will automatically emerge. When they discover the "truth" and learn that Ye Fan wants to leave this ancient star, their instinctive thinking will naturally be to stop and intercept him, preventing him from crossing the sky.

At this moment, Ye Fan once again added fuel to the fire, setting up another scheme to have Lin Jia "auctioned off".

At this moment, regardless of whether Lin Jia exists or not, those in the shadows will understand that someone is trying to deal with Ye Fan, and those who resent him will naturally take action, forming a united force.

Even without the Lin Jia incident, someone would definitely have done something shady.

To keep Ye Fan here, they will definitely resort to even more vicious methods and set traps.

In order to gain the initiative, Ye Fan satisfied them and deliberately orchestrated a scheme, even going against common sense by sabotaging himself to unite his enemies.

These words immediately shocked everyone present.

Chapter 190 Counterattack

Ye Fan stared at the mysterious man shrouded in black armor and said, "Even if you know that Lin Jia isn't here, you'll still come because you believe someone is targeting me, trying to get rid of me, and wants to help me."

Throughout this process, Ye Fan kept observing the black-clad men's reactions, using his powerful spiritual sense to capture their mental fluctuations, trying to determine whether Lin Jia had fallen into their hands.

"You... knew I was coming."

The person wearing black armor took a few steps back.

Ye Fan smiled coldly, having learned the answer he wanted to know, and then paid no more attention to it.

Then, looking at the others and sensing their spiritual fluctuations, his expression turned cold, revealing a hint of killing intent.

Everyone knew things were going wrong; they were caught in the trap and had been tricked.

In an instant, everyone rushed out of the magnificent palace and appeared in the desert, each finding a favorable position to defend themselves.

Because escaping seemed difficult, at this moment, at the edge of the desert, a vast expanse of white mist rose, flowing like chaos and filled with oppressive atmosphere.

"With so many of us here, what is there to be afraid of? We even have several demigods. Isn't killing three of them enough?"

Someone spoke in a chilling tone.

However, everyone else remained silent.

Because now it's not that they're forcing Ye Fan into a trap, but rather that they've been put into Ye Fan's pocket, and who knows what kind of arrangements are being made here.

"No need to be afraid!"

The two elders from the Fallen Feather Clan stepped forward, holding the Eight Treasures Demon Bottle, radiating an astonishing pressure that shattered the surrounding laws of order.

“Indeed, there is nothing to be afraid of. The outcome is irreversible. I am here to end his life.”

The man in black armor regained his composure, strode forward, and said, "For over twenty years, I have been looking forward to this reunion. Ye Fan, your time to regret has come."

He forcefully shook off his helmet, trying to reveal his true face.

Ye Fan smiled calmly and said, "A triumphant return? I've said it before, in my eyes, you'll always be a nobody."

Do you really know who I am?

The man in black armor trembled with anger, seemingly extremely agitated, and clenched his fists.

"Aren't you just the most useless Li Changqing? You've never improved at all!"

Ye Fan said casually.

"clang!"

Li Changqing forcefully slammed his helmet into the distant main hall, revealing his true face.

His expression was almost ferocious, his whole body was trembling, and he was too angry to speak.