Chapter 1364: Chapter 523: Alliances Arrive

The epic battle erupted in an instant!

Seeing the billowing black smoke rising in the distance, the miasma spreading, the vegetation withering to death, and hearing the earth-shattering collisions, the thunderous roars trembled the ear.

In another part of the forest, several hundred spectral shadows floated unpredictably, as if they were creeping up the walls.

"Boom——"

A group of grotesque creatures, with tongues growing on their heads, heads like Venus flytraps, and leopard-like bodies, with evil slime oozing from their backs, rushed around, heading straight toward the Long Night Corridor.

They did not care how many Fetus of God Sealings guarded that place, nor did they care about the strength of those deities.

By piling up quantities to accumulate mass, wearing down divine power with flesh and blood, they could achieve their master’s goal.

"Pfft!"

A black feather, shaped like a blade, slashed horizontally.

The deep black sharp energy was unstoppable, decapitating dozens of monsters before dispersing.

"The hunt... begins."

The woman’s voice, clear as morning dew, could stir emotions with just a single sound.

However, when the true form behind the black feather appeared, the eight pieces of black feathers spread out furiously behind that elegant figure, those lost in a trance thought the Dark Angel had descended.

But she had no aura of corruption, standing in the pure darkness.

She was the embodiment of night, the ruler of the Nether Night, in the absence of the Crown Rank, without the arrival of Divine Enthronement, there could be no greater controller of the Dark Element than her in this world.

"Ye Nishang, after ten thousand years reaching the Saint Peak, with followers who are all the Holy Beast King, lives up to the surname of Ye!"

"However—I’m not inferior to you. In this battle to guard the Abyss, let’s see who can kill more and survive longer?"

A handsome man, standing guarded by four gigantic Rakshasas, spoke as his black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, his killing intent spilling out from between his fingers, turning into an overwhelming aura that swept across the eight directions.

"As it should be."

Ye Nishang didn’t turn back, giving a faint response, her figure blended into the darkness, rushing toward the beast horde like the wind and lightning.

"Cousin, cousin, let your little sister join in on this fun game!"

In the darkness, a girl next door smiled, her tone exceptionally lively.

But as she walked alone against the direction of the beast horde, frost hung in the sky, and the ground covered with permafrost.

The cold mist condensed into the shape of swords, no matter if the monsters rushing were the Fetus of Heaven and Earth or the Shining World Fetus, they would be instantly frozen, and with a light tap, shattered into ice shards.

Ming Lamp Night Clan, the 71st Young Emperor—Ye Wen Fei!

Now she had also reached the Saint Fruit Position, though not at the Saint Peak, nor with followers who were all the Holy Beast King.

But she was undoubtedly a Sealing Emperor, an SS-rank "Soul Splitting Ice Tribulation Envoy," slaughtering Saints like slaughtering dogs within the same rank!

"It’s a pity that Brother Mochou missed this battle."

"But it matters not, after this battle, many of us will likely enter hell and accompany him."

Under the fragmented moonlight and ground coated with silver frost, men and women clad in black robes, bearing the Ye Clan emblem on their backs, stood bravely, viewed by the mortal world.

Many of them had thinning hair and wrinkled skin, no longer appearing as they did in their youth.

They hadn’t reached the Saint Realm; even if they returned to the clan, they held titles like Elder or Grand Elder.

Yet they had survived ten thousand years, stepping forward from adversity to reach where they stood now, their struggles unknown to those outside the Ye Clan.

"Children, you shouldn’t have to fight this battle..."

"In the past, we predecessors would use our bodies to shield you from the blades, doing everything to grant you time to grow..."

"But this time... it’s different!"

"Although you weren’t born in the Ghost Lamp Abyss and haven’t returned home to see the scenery there."

"You are born as children of the Ye Clan, descendants of the Asura King, inheritors of the Shitian Ancestor."

"If we lose this battle, not just the Ghost Lamp, but all Heavens and Myriads of Worlds will turn into a wasteland."

"To seize a chance to survive, to prevent our souls from falling into corruption, we must stack corpses or block chariots with mantis arms. We cannot let these grotesque evil beasts breach our defense!"

The impassioned warrior had four heads floating beside him, each one radiating malevolent energy.

Including his own head, which could detach from his neck like a cannonball aimed at the beast horde at will.

"Ye Aobai, it seems time hasn’t dulled your edges..."

"After thousands of years, your descendants number in the tens of thousands, contributing significantly to the clan’s growth..."

Standing nearby, a woman with her arms crossed glanced sideways.

She radiated an exotic light, as if standing in a dream, making even fellow Saints find it difficult to look directly at her.

"Ling Wu, you’ve focused on cultivation, remaining alone to this day."

"In this vast world, is there no man who can catch your eye?"

Ye Aobai hummed a response when retorted, glaring back:

"Now, with an external enemy at the gate, we fight to the death."

"Let me see if your years of cultivation are worthy of the title ’Fairy Lingwu’."

"Clang!"

A huge blade gripped in hand, Ye Aobai and Ye Lingwu exchanged a glance, heading left and right towards the flanks of the beast horde. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Contracted Fond Spirits, moving with them, either Flying Sky & Earth Escape, or rushing around, in the blink of an eye, blood blossoms bloomed, the most striking sight.

"Fortunately! I didn’t come too late!"

"Cousin, cousin, Donger is here!"

A clear yet steady shout suddenly rang out.

Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, and Ye Wen Fei, who were madly slaughtering at the forefront, turned back simultaneously, feeling a connection in their hearts.