Chu Tian thought of what Old Yang had just said about ten thousand people.
Could this guy have wiped out countless blood races over there?
Were they all swallowed by him?
He then recalled the myriad stars on Old Yang's body, half of which had turned red.
It was important to remember that the myriad stars in Chu Tian's body were spaced about one centimeter apart, with the muscles of his entire body covered in these silver points of light.
One could imagine how many light spots would be on his entire body.
Moreover, these myriad stars were not just on the surface layer but were three-dimensional.
They were like adjustable points within a human body model generated by a 3D modeler on a computer.
As Chu Tian's master, Old Yang's myriad stars were much denser than Chu Tian's!
When Old Yang heard Chu Tian's question, he held out a finger.
"Ten thousand?" Chu Tian asked.
But Old Yang did not retract his finger, instead shaking his head.
"Conservatively, at least a hundred thousand! I took a stroll through that portal!"
Old Yang's words, spoken so casually, stunned Chu Tian.
And just then, Xiao Longnv and the other two arrived, having encountered no issues.
They happened to hear Old Yang's last sentence.
"How is that possible? We tried to enter three days ago... but as soon as we touched it, we were forced back.
We couldn't enter the other side at all; there were too many powerful beings!"
The old turtle looked at Old Yang with disbelief, speaking with his mouth.
Old Yang saw the three of them approach and heard the old turtle's words.
Immediately, the blood-red-purple hue on his body surged.
"How dare you bring that up? Three days ago, I was...
The old turtle naturally appeared unconvinced.
"Do you think I'm joking? I barely managed to crawl out of that ice hole, and naturally, I wanted to take the Seal of the Three City Lords.
That way, I could close the portal to the blood race world!" Old Yang said.
"And then?"
Just as Old Yang was puffing out his chest, Chu Tian asked three words.
"An-an-and then..." At this point, Old Yang's expression became serious, and he scratched his head.
"The ground was too slippery, and I accidentally... slid in..." He himself looked a bit embarrassed by this.
His four words, "slid in," caused a moment of silence.
These four words were more intimidating than if he had said he fought his way in.
After a brief silence, the old turtle's face turned purple.
Even Xiao Longnv and Dongdong looked incredulous.
"You..." The old turtle pointed at Old Yang, clearly furious, feeling that Old Yang was insulting them.
"Tell us, what exactly is the situation over there!" Chu Tian quickly interjected.
This was not the time for infighting. Although Old Yang's words were not very convincing,
Chu Tian believed that Old Yang would absolutely not lie about this matter.
"Over there? It's very lively over there!
As soon as I arrived, I saw a bunch of soldiers in black armor fighting these blood race people!
At that time, I had just gotten up from the ground and saw a black-armored person split a blood race member in half. Frightened, I was preparing to counterattack.
Who knew that the black-armored person glanced at me, turned around, and attacked another blood race member!
Seeing this, I naturally acted on the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend and attacked the blood race members!
Who knew that after I struggled to kill one guy, a dark red gas emanated from him, flew to a nearby location, and transformed into another blood race member!"
Old Yang paused here for a breath.
Chu Tian naturally knew that the dark purplish-red gas he mentioned was the blood race's primal power.
He hadn't expected the blood race's primal power to manifest new individuals in his own world so quickly.
"What happened next?" Chu Tian urged.
"Later... I saw those black-armored people sucking the dark red gas into their mouths after killing the blood race members, so I did the same!
In the end, that's how I ended up like this..."
As he said this, Old Yang spread his arms to show them.
"Are you saying the blood race world is in a civil war?" Xiao Longnv asked incredulously.
"I don't know if it's a civil war. Those armored people are very strange. I also saw scenes where they were dismembered by the blood race!
What's strange is... there was no one inside the armor..."
Old Yang's eyes shifted as he spoke, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Then how did you get back?" Chu Tian asked.
"There were more and more powerful beings over there. I just wanted to break through and return to the direction of the portal.
After a fierce battle, the weaker blood race members were all killed.
In the end, with my current strength, I was nothing over there. I almost died there.
Just then, a woman in strange armor descended from the sky.
She came up and kicked me... directly kicking me into the portal!"
As he said this, Old Yang embarrassedly stroked his Silver Dragon Spear and stubbornly muttered.
"If it were here, I could have killed more!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the old man, implying that he blamed the old man for taking his spear.