Chapitre 188: Chapter 187: The Fall of the Flame Emperor!
Xuwu Tunyin (Void Swallowing Flame) laughed heartily, and his finger, covered in black runes, pointed downward.
"Boom!"
With this gesture, the surrounding heavens and earth instantly shattered. Amidst the overwhelming black flames, a gigantic black flame finger, almost covering half a mountain range, descended fiercely onto the grand formation below. The very space itself shattered entirely under this attack.
Faced with attacks from two nine-star Dou Sheng powerhouses, many in the Yan Clan turned pale, doubting for the first time whether Flame Emperor could fend off the onslaught.
Flame Emperor merely raised his hand in response to their attacks, and a fire dragon, just as massive, roared out from the formation. The dragon's body was adorned with intricate flame patterns, giving it the appearance of an ancient beast, exuding a fierce and primordial aura.
"Boom—"
Soul Heavenly Emperor and Xuwu Tunyin's attacks collided with the fire dragon, resulting in an earth-shattering explosion resonating throughout the world.
"Pfft—"
The terrible energy waves swept outward, causing those with weaker strength to spit blood on the spot. Some people's eardrums burst, and blood flowed continuously from their ears, a dire scene.
The collision's destructive force dissipated all three attacks. Xuwu Tunyin wavered, clearly consuming a great deal of energy, while both the Soul Heavenly Emperor and Flame Emperor's figures became increasingly ethereal.
"How many times can a remnant soul strike?" Xuwu Tunyin sneered. With a wave of his sleeve, the entire flame realm trembled. Soon, countless black flame spheres ascended into the sky, merging into the overarching black flames.
"It's our tribe's descendants—" an elder from the Yan Clan exclaimed. Inside those black flame spheres were countless struggling figures, the descendants of the Yan Clan. They watched in horror as their kinsmen were sucked into the black flame clouds, bodies turning into blood and then devoured.
"Xuwu Tunyin—" Yanjin clenched his fists, eyes blood-red, issuing a long, anguished roar. His enraged, desperate cry echoed throughout the land. At this moment, Yanjin seemed like an enraged beast, radiating a violent aura.
"Falling Flame Finger!"
In his fury, Yanjin, an eight-star Dou Sheng, unleashed his full terrifying power. A blinding flame beam streaked across the void at an unbelievable speed, aiming straight at Xuwu Tunyin.
"Yanjin, you are still too naive!" Xuwu Tunyin snorted, clasped his hand and condensed another blood orb. The orb quickly expanded, emanating a familiar aura to Yanjin.
"Explode!"
When the blood orb reached a thousand feet, Xuwu Tunyin finally waved his hand. The orb shot out and collided with Yanjin's flame beam. The ensuing blood-red light engulfed the sky, temporarily deafening everyone. The sky seemed to be consumed by the blood-red light.
"Fire Tribunal Palm!"
Suddenly, Flame Emperor clapped his hands forward, and an endless sea of flames surged behind him. The flames transformed into a gigantic hand around ten thousand feet, which slapped down towards Xuwu Tunyin. The searing temperature left the space trembling. A casual strike from a nine-star Dou Sheng could effortlessly tear space apart.
"Rest in peace; this era no longer belongs to you!"
High in the sky, Soul Heavenly Emperor's mocking voice sounded. He appeared above the Soul Clan army, surrounded by rising black mists. These mists quickly gathered around him, emanating powerful and chilling auras.
"The dead belong to my Soul Clan!"
Soul Heavenly Emperor watched Flame Emperor and the descending fire hand, chuckling. He raised his hand, and the black mist swiftly formed a massive black seal, several thousand feet in size. The towering shadow cast by the seal engulfed the entire mountain range.
"Seal of Destruction!"
The Soul Clan members chanted in unison. The black seal moved, streaking through the sky like a meteor, colliding heavily with the flaming hand.
"Boom!"
The world shattered at that moment. Even the sturdy space of the Yan Realm cracked under the destructive wave.
"Boom—"
Under the desperate gazes of the Yan Clan members, the flaming hand disintegrated under the onslaught. The colossal black seal, with undiminished power, pressed down toward the Flame Emperor.
"Ancestor…"
Upon seeing Flame Emperor's defeat, the Yan Clan members' hearts grew cold. Little did they expect that even with the combined power of their clan, they were still unable to withstand the Soul Clan.
"Sigh—ultimately powerless, it seems we cannot escape this disaster…" Flame Emperor sighed softly as he saw the incoming black seal. He sprang from the formation, transforming into an orange-red flame that streaked through the black mist, directly colliding with the seal.
"Boom!"
A dull sound reverberated as the black seal, engulfed by the orange-red flames, completely dissolved after a brief struggle.
"Flame Emperor!" Soul Heavenly Emperor's voice dimmed as he quietly watched the void where Flame Emperor vanished. "Among the Emperors my clan has extinguished, you'd rank near the top. Unfortunately, you encountered me and my Soul Clan. We are destined to reclaim our glory!"
"Ancestor…" Yanjin gazed blankly at the sky, where his faith crumbled. With Flame Emperor's demise, the Yan Clan's protective formation finally shattered before their disbelieving eyes.
Countless light spots rained down, reflecting on the stunned faces below. Though the Flame Emperor's remnant soul dissipated, leaving an emptiness in their hearts, Yanjin had no time for sorrow. As the clan leader, he needed to guide the Yan Clan to survival amid this catastrophe.
"Hear me, Yan Clan! Do not grieve. The Soul Clan will not spare us. This is a matter of life and death for our clan. Our only path is to preserve our bloodline with all our might!"
Yanjin slowly approached the Yan Clan, his gaze calmly sweeping over the bloodthirsty Soul Clan. His deep voice echoed in every Yan Clan member's ear.
"All elders, follow me! Let's carve out a path of blood!"
With Yanjin's final commanding roar, countless figures soared from the mountains, including elders and red-eyed younger members of the Yan Clan.
Everyone knew that failing to endure this disaster meant the Yan Clan would vanish from history. The Yan Clan was their root, and without it, they would become rootless wanderers, losing all past glory and pride.
"Kill!"
Watching the surging mass, Yanjin trembled, releasing his overwhelming Dou Qi, which transformed into a thousand-zhang beam of Dou Qi, hurtling towards Xuwu Tunyin in the sky.
"Boom—"
Countless beams of varying strength followed, sweeping towards Xuwu Tunyin with a sense of finality.
Seeing the overwhelming attack, Xuwu Tunyin did not rush to counter. Behind him, the Soul Clan army, led by the Four Demon Saints, unleashed countless attacks, targeting the Yan Clan.
"Boom!—"
"Yanjin, let us brothers meet you!" Hun Jing, Hun Yan, and Hun Sha laughed, surrounding Yanjin. Although three late seven-star Dou Saints were no match for a late eight-star Dou Saint, they could certainly keep Yanjin occupied for a while.
Hun Tu, meanwhile, grinned sinisterly as he dashed towards the Fire Spirit Fairy.
High above, countless strong warriors clashed, making the mountains tremble violently. The chaotic and fierce battle raged everywhere.
"Xuwu, leave this to you; I must return to prepare for contingencies!" Soul Heavenly Emperor glanced around before fading from the space, leaving Xuwu Tunyin to oversee the battle.
"Now, it's my turn!" After Soul Heavenly Emperor left, Xuwu Tunyin looked at the battlefield above and chuckled, turning to Yun Yi. "This is a rare feast; how far you get depends on your own efforts!"
"I understand!" Yun Yi nodded calmly, dark flames dancing in his eyes. He vanished toward the Yan Clan descendants below.
"Absorb, absorb. The stronger you become, the greater my benefits will be!" Xuwu Tunyin watched Yun Yi's retreating figure, muttering to himself. In this battle, Yun Yi was already a fish on the chopping block, ready for Xuwu Tunyin to enjoy. The timing of his feast depended on when Yun Yi reached Xuwu Tunyin's tolerance limit.
Retracting his gaze, Xuwu Tunyin coldly watched the Yan Clan. At his mental command, countless black flame spheres resembling eggs descended. Faint blood light seeped from the black flame clouds into these eggs.
"Boom!"
As the blood light surged, the dense black flame eggs exploded. Instantly, sharp screams filled the sky as numerous black flame shadows poured down like rain, assaulting the mountains below relentlessly.
Seeing the black flame shadows descending, everyone in the mountains paled and hurriedly mobilized their Dou Qi. But as the Dou Qi surged, many felt a sharp pain in their chests. Looking down, they saw massive bloody holes with blood and viscera spewing out.
"Swallowing Spirit Tribe?" Yun Yi also noticed the dense shadows and grabbed one. It was a human-shaped being with murderous eyes and beast-like claws.
While vicious, the one in Yun Yi's grip cowered under his presence despite its brutality. After observing it, Yun Yi casually tossed it back. Once freed, it resumed its ferocity, charging at the Yan Clan descendants.
"I should act too. I must advance to Dou Saint this time!" Yun Yi intently watched, forming rapid seals with his hands. Black flames surged behind him, exhibiting a terrifying devouring force, sweeping toward the Yan Clan descendants.
Facing the dual massacre of the Swallowing Spirit Tribe and Yun Yi, chaos engulfed the mountains. Fierce battles erupted everywhere, with constant screams and blood staining the ground.
During the battle, Yanjin's face grew dark as he saw the chaos. At the sight of the dead Swallowing Spirit Tribe, his pupils constricted.
"It's the Swallowing Spirit Tribe! The tribe was exterminated in ancient times!"
"It's you! You Soul Clan were behind this! The last leader of the Swallowing Spirit Tribe was executed by you!" Yanjin roared in disbelief, glaring at Hun Jing and his accomplices.
"Cackling"
"Yanjin, you're not entirely stupid. You've figured it out!" Hun Jing and others chuckled.
"No wonder my tribe and others declined post-ancient times, while the Soul Clan thrived!" Yanjin yelled, unleashing a fierce palm attack on the trio, forcing them back.
"Elders of the Yan Clan, self-detonate and tear open the space. Ensure the message gets out, our bloodline must survive!" At Yanjin's roar, the elders' faces showed grief and resolve, their bodies glowing intensely as they surged with Dou Qi.
With fierce smiles, they flew into the Soul Clan ranks, and violent energy exploded in the sky.
"Boom!"
The explosions triggered a chain reaction across the sky, terrifying storms flattening the mountains. Caught unprepared, some Soul Clan strongmen vomited blood and retreated.
Massive abyssal fissures spread like cobwebs, and the tightly sealed space began to twist, small cracks appearing.
"Continue!"
Noticing this, Yanjin shouted despite his sorrow. But Xuwu Tunyin laughed coldly, "Yanjin, you celebrate too soon!"
Alarmed, Yanjin glanced around nervously.
"Fourfold Annihilation, Realm of Death!"
From the edge of the Flame Realm, a synchronized shout erupted. Yanjin saw four enormous black gates emanating death energy as they rose.
The gates stood in the four corners, flooding the area with deathly energy, sealing the newly created space cracks. The once comforting solidity now filled Yanjin with despair as lifeforce began draining from the Yan Clan strongmen.
"Those are…" Yanjin gasped, seeing familiar yet strange figures atop the gates. "Hun Sheng, Hun Yao… weren't you dead?"
"Soul Clan, you've prepared so much to annihilate us!" Yanjin's fists clenched so tightly they bled. "Even in death, you won't find peace!"
Seeking revenge, he roared, unleashing powerful Dou Qi beams towards Hun Jing and others.
"Elders, self-detonate!" Yanjin's cry trembled the hearts of the Yan Clan members. With resolve etched on their faces, they surged with Dou Qi, lighting up the sky as they shouted, "Explode!"
"Boom—"
Their sacrifice tore through the Soul Clan ranks, igniting a chain of explosions. The massive storms ravaged the battlefield, cracks re-emerging in the space.
But just as hope sparked, the space mended itself, tighter than before, sealing their fate in despair.
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