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

Mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, and the once prosperous city turned into rubble and ruins.

On the charred ruins, there are still traces of terrified scratches and signs of despair.

Dead bones were scattered all over the ground, piled up like mountains.

Some are in human form, and some are in the shape of various strange animals, most of which are incomplete.

Obviously, he experienced unimaginable pain and struggle before his life essence was devoured.

The resentment did not dissipate, but condensed into a gray-black mist, which twisted into painful faces in the air and emitted silent howls.

This is not a battlefield, this is a complete hell on earth, a slaughterhouse.

Ning Feng walked silently on this dead land, his steps heavy.

He once lurked in the astral realm, competing with the royal geniuses and powerful demigods here.

At that time, although we were enemies, we had witnessed the lives and civilizations of different races in the star realm.

But now, wherever I look, there is hardly a living creature.

Everything that once existed was crushed by the "God" they served.

I really feel emotional.

"Ho...ho..."

Faint gasps could be heard from beneath a pile of corpses.

Ning Feng waved his hand to brush away the corpse above and saw a dying demigod old man.

His body was shriveled, his life essence was almost drained away, he was only exhaling but not inhaling.

He saw Ning Feng, and a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes. His lips moved, and he made an almost inaudible sound: "Why... why... serve... God... why... eat me..."

Before he could finish his words, he took his last breath.

The last gleam in his eyes vanished, leaving only endless confusion and resentment.

Ning Feng slowly closed his eyes, feeling a sense of depression in his chest that was difficult to dissolve.

At this moment, the Nine Dragon Coffin in his body, which had been silent all this time, suddenly made a slight buzzing sound.

A corner of the coffin lid slowly slid open, and a few weak but uncertain auras emanated from it.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yunfei, Shi Hao, Huo Linger, Jin Hong, Li Xiaoqi and others struggled to sit up from the coffin.

He survived the last battle and was nurtured in the Nine Dragon Coffin for so long that he finally woke up.

"This is where?"

Shi Hao's voice was hoarse and he looked around blankly.

His burly figure now looked a little hunched.

Then, their eyes were fixed on the scene before them and they could no longer look away.

"Star... Star Realm?! Is this the Star Realm?"

Huo Ling'er's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the bloody ruins in disbelief. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly, "Star Realm, how could it... become like this?!"

Jin Hong stood up abruptly and looked around. His once proud and uninhibited face was now filled with horror. "Damn it! That's the direction of my ancestral home... How could it be... It's all gone? Ancestor! Clan members, I can't even sense it!"

He tried to signal, but got no response.

Although this is not his hometown, he is not worried about the lives of other members of his tribe.

But the blood flowing in his body can still be considered the blood of this place.

Also, it's too tragic here.

Li Xiaoqi's face was as pale as paper. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he was bleeding without knowing it.

Even though they were enemies, it still felt cruel.

Even Jiang Yunfei felt as if struck by lightning. His body shook, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

It's really tragic.

In their memories, the star realm had a strict hierarchy, with the gods at the top, and conflicts among the various races.

But that is the root of the Star Clan,

And before our eyes... there is only death and destruction, caused by the gods, whom the star clan regards as their faith and reliance, themselves.

"It was... the gods who did it."

Jiang Yunfei's voice was a little dry, and he looked at Ning Feng with a last trace of disbelief.

Ning Feng nodded slowly, his voice low, "In order to create an emperor-level powerhouse, they set up a world-shaking formation and sacrificed blood... billions of lives in the entire star realm, extracting all the life essence and star essence."

"Blood sacrifice... the entire astral plane."

Shi Hao swallowed his saliva and said, "In order to become stronger, they sacrificed all their own people? Those were the people who worshipped and believed in them."