Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

The energy and blood in his body burned wildly like a last ray of light, and his exhausted dantian burst out with the last rays of light.

The whole person turned into a blood-red meteor swimming upstream and crashed into the destructive beam of light.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull sound of annihilation.

The moment the Grandmaster's figure came into contact with the beam of light, it exploded like a moth into a raging fire, along with his burning life source.

A blinding flash of blood briefly blocked the beam of light, eliminating most of its power.

Finally, the remaining energy crashed onto the edge of the ruins, stirring up a cloud of rubble and dust. The baby's crying stopped abruptly, and the baby was completely buried.

"Old Li!"

In the distance, another strong man with a broken arm witnessed this scene, his eyes were bloodshot and he let out a tearful howl.

In response, he was met with a cold mockery from the ancient road, like a millstone crushing bones.

"Bugs..." A mere member of the harvesting army smiled indifferently.

Ning Feng's gaze swept across the earth, and his heart felt as if it were being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

The Stone City where the Stone Clan’s ancestral land is located.

The majestic city where he had fought side by side with Shi Hao and which had carried the glory of the Shi clan for thousands of years was now only left with broken walls and ruins.

The massive rock walls resembled the gnawed bones of a giant, covered in giant claw marks and deep pits from energy bombardments.

The towering ancestral temple that symbolizes the glory of the Shi clan, along with the tablets of ancestors enshrined inside, had long been razed to the ground, leaving only scorched earth and scattered remains.

A huge rock fragment with the word "stone" engraved on it.

One of the larger pieces of gravel was stained with large patches of dark red and black blood that had long since solidified, and half of the broken Stone Clan emblem was faintly visible in the blood.

Ning Feng seemed to see Shi Hao's resolute father, the patriarch of the Shi clan who once patted his shoulder and laughed heartily.

Leading the last of the tribesmen, he detonated the clan's destiny formation in front of the ancestral temple, and perished together with the enemy that outnumbered him several times. It was a tragic scene.

Jiang family!

The ancestral home of the Jiangnan martial arts family, full of the atmosphere of everyday life, which Jiang Yunfei never forgot.

Exquisite pavilions, towers, bridges and flowing water.

At this moment, it has all turned into a pile of rubble emitting black smoke.

The ancient ancestral hall, a symbol of family heritage, was completely crushed by an enormous foot covered with cold metal scales.

The purple clay teapot that the ancestor of the Jiang family never left behind, which was as smooth as jade, shattered into countless pieces, scattered in the mud and blood, reflecting a cold light.

There are more familiar auras that completely dissipate in perception,

The ancestral land of the Fire Controlling Family to which Huo Linger belonged was reduced to a scorched lake of lava.

The secret flower valley where Hua Chenyu once lived was completely polluted by the filthy demonic energy. All the exotic flowers and plants withered, and it turned into a deadly place filled with poisonous miasma.

The town of Li Xiaoqi's hometown, famous for its forging, along with its furnaces and anvils, was completely wiped out, leaving behind a bottomless pit...

And the instigator of all this is looking down at this purgatory with indifference.

Thirteen in total!

Like thirteen huge evil dragons stretching across the sky and earth, they exude a cold, ancient, and supreme imperial pressure.

They are not physical entities, but are condensed from pure energy and laws.

It extends from the depths of the void, and its end is deeply "rooted" in the core areas of the continents on Earth.

Greedily absorbing the life source of this planet, as well as the vast energy and blood rising from the endless dead.

Each ancient road is over a hundred miles wide, with a dark luster flowing on its surface and engraved with incomprehensible strange runes that seem to record the birth and death of the universe.

On every ancient road stands a vague and majestic figure.

They have different shapes, some are shrouded in chaotic mist, and some are like pure energy aggregates.

Some of them take on inhuman, soul-shaking forms of horror.

Their breath is like the cold galaxy, vast and boundless.