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Ling's human form appeared in front of Zhang Yi. She did not emit any energy fluctuations, but the aura of the second-generation god Yihen clan was enough to shock everyone present!

The members of the Vatican, who knew Zhang Yi well, had burning eyes and devout gazes, yet they also revealed a hint of jealousy and resentment towards him.

The three Silver Moon Guardians actually knelt down on one knee to pay their respects to their great creator.

Although the three Black Moon Priests did not kneel, after all, their creator was Samael, who was an enemy of the Ihen tribe.

But when faced with the second-generation god, they still showed expressions of fear.

Ling slowly opened her eyes. She saw the people in front of her, and her gaze calmly landed on Zhang Yi's side.

She didn't say a word.

She only has memories; in the past, she never even had any etheric fragments that were considered part of her soul.

Therefore, in the past, she would only do things according to Zhang Yi's requirements.

Now, she has absorbed a portion of Zheng Lou's ether fragments, and it's unknown what changes have occurred.

However, she remained indifferent to everything in the outside world and never took the initiative to inquire about anything.

Ling stood quietly beside Zhang Yi, her five-meter height exuding immense pressure. She didn't speak, but her presence was the best attitude she could give.

The three Silver Moon Guardians bowed their heads in excitement and waited for a long time without hearing Ling speak, but they remained devout.

"Great God! It is a great honor for us that you have come to this satellite. Are you here for Samael?"

Xiyue Liunian's voice trembled with surprise.

If Ling were to personally take action, the Druk gods would be no match for her.

Billions of years ago, it was the Four Knights who personally sealed away one Druk god after another, and not just once.

In that era, there were more than seven Drucker people.

Instead, it was an unimaginable army of Drucker, led by the seven most powerful demon lords.

Even with such a powerful race, the third generation, whose vitality was almost inexhaustible, was ruthlessly suppressed time and time again by the Ihen Clan, led by the Four Knights, when they attempted to overthrow the rule of the gods.

If the Ishtar hadn't grown tired of their endless life as observers and chosen to return to the world of the Aether, the Druks would have had no place in this world.

But Ling did not give any reply.

The Black Moon priests looked at each other, unsure how to react to this situation.

Xuan Yue Fei Ming spoke up, "God, weren't you supposed to return to the ether? How did this being end up remaining?"

In their excitement, they were brought back to reality by a single sentence from Xuan Yue Fei Ming.

Indeed, if the real Ling were here, her aura and pressure would be enough to completely suppress Samael's restlessness, making it difficult for anyone to have any thoughts of disobedience.

But the current "Ling" did not bring them that extreme sense of oppression.

They quickly figured out where the matter came from.

The three Silver Moon Guardians looked up, and at that moment they realized that the Ling before them was not the Sword Knight.

It was merely the physical shell she left behind.

"Yes, that one could not possibly have any attachment to anything in the material world; he has long since returned to the vast etheric world."

"I cherish the fleeting years," he lamented.

Even so, they remained respectful towards Ling.

The Third Silver Moon Guardian stated directly, "A person who can be recognized by the Sword Knights is someone who has inherited the will of our Creator. He cannot be the one who committed the crime."

"Even so, he has his legitimate reasons!"

The Third Silver Moon Guardian's words directly indicated that he was on Zhang Yi's side.

The Black Moon Priest's expression turned quite unpleasant upon hearing these words—though no one could see it.

If the Moon Empire and humanity join forces, the Dark Moon Empire will certainly be no match for them.

After all, the strength of this group of humans should not be underestimated.

Especially that human wearing the demon god armor, his strength is comparable to that of the Black Moon Priest at the bottom of the list.

The Radiant Moon Clan was created by the Ihen Clan, and they hold the Ihen Clan in the deepest reverence.

Ling's physical body alone was enough to make them unconditionally side with Zhang Yi.

But the Dark Moon Empire did not buy into this.

"No matter what, someone has to take responsibility for this!"

"Humanity bears undeniable responsibility for this incident. If you insist on protecting them, we are ready to fight!"

The third priest said in a cold voice.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three Silver Moon Guardians unleashed powerful energy that was in no way inferior to that of the Black Moon Priests.

The six beings, each with a Dou-level rating of over 50000, caused the surrounding space to tremble violently upon contact with their power.

Apart from Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin, the other human powerhouses were forced to their knees, unable to move an inch.

"At worst, let us make sacrifices! Since we can't retrieve the fire, someone has to perish. It's only a matter of time!"

The Third Black Moon Priest said coldly.

The Third Silver Moon Guardian replied expressionlessly, "Have we, the people of the Radiant Moon Empire, ever feared anything created by you Drukians?"

"We will resolutely carry out Lady Ling's will!"

War seemed imminent, and Indra and the others knelt on the ground, drenched in cold sweat from fear.

If a fight really breaks out, they will probably be killed instantly by the aftershocks of the battle!

At this moment, someone with an ability index of over 30000 points here, while not exactly cannon fodder, would only be destined to die.

At that very moment, Yang Xinxin's voice broke the cold standoff on the human side.

"Why make things so unpleasant? Isn't the purpose of all this to solve the problem of Samael's seal?"

"If I solve this problem for you, then we don't need to fight, right?"

Yang Xinxin's words drew everyone's attention.

Yang Xinxin remained seated on the sofa, her face showing no fear, her voice calm and even.

At this moment, both the Black Moon Priest and the Silver Moon Guardian breathed a sigh of relief.

They all have reasons why they cannot retreat, but if they could avoid fighting, no one would be so foolish as to engage in a life-or-death struggle.

Therefore, everyone looked at Yang Xinxin with a hint of hope.

Yang Xinxin said expressionlessly, "The solution is simple. We'll enter the Dark Sun Forest and retrieve the lost source of fire for you, won't that solve the problem?"

Although Zhang Yi couldn't see the faces of the Black Moon Priests, he felt that their eyes seemed to have lit up.

The forbidden lands that the Moon People dare not approach are places that only they can go to.

As long as Samael's seal can be strengthened, the Silver Moon Guardian and the Black Moon Priest will not need to sacrifice their lives.

That is equivalent to saving ten high-ranking officials of two great empires.

At that point, even if Zhang Yi and his group really did kill Eclipse Yan, it wouldn't be a problem.

To put it bluntly, the truth of that matter is unimportant because it cannot be investigated.

The important thing is how to solve the follow-up problems.