336: Chapter 334 Demonic Claw Breaks Boundary, Powerful Enemy Escapes

Above the Void Realm battlefield, the three major foreign enemies stood back-to-back, closely huddled together, covered in blood, their auras shattered.

The encirclement of the six Void Refinement Divine Lords tightened, the murderous intent overwhelming, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.

In this desperate situation, Ming Luo, the White-Robed Woman, and the Red-Robed Man did not even need to exchange glances, let alone secret transmissions; the tacit understanding of partners for many years was already carved into their bones.

In the next second, all three moved simultaneously.

The instant the White-Robed Woman raised her hand, a trace of extreme, chilling cold surged out from her sleeve.

It was a jet-black sharp claw over a foot long, its entire body glistening black. The claw was curved like a sharp hook, and the tip was wreathed in a faint, ghostly blue cold light, looking both eerie and fierce.

The moment this strange treasure appeared, the temperature of the entire Void Realm plummeted.

The chaotic, surging winds of Chaos stopped directly, the turbulent spatial fluctuations instantly solidified, and a fierce aura originating from a high-level great Yao locked down the entire battlefield.

The Founder of Shenduan Sect, who had been holding the rear, saw his eyes suddenly flash with brilliance.

Before he could even clearly see the Origin and details of this sharp claw, an extreme warning exploded deep within his heart. Danger! Extremely dangerous!

Before the thought had even settled, his figure had already moved a step ahead. A silver Flying Sword, thin as a cicada's wing, broke through the air, silent and swift to the extreme, leaving only a shallow silver arc in the Void Realm as it slashed directly at the jet-black sharp claw, wanting to forcibly intercept this fatal blow.

Unfortunately, it was ultimately half a step too slow.

The tip of the jet-black sharp claw did not collide with anyone; instead, it gently pierced directly into the Void Realm. Unlike the rough and brutal way ordinary Cultivators tore through space, this sharp claw pierced through layers of spatial barriers with ease, as if piercing through soft cloth.

Crack—

A massive spatial rift instantly opened behind the three, ghostly blue electric arcs leaping crazily at the edges of the rift, spatial storms howling and raging, enough to instantly tear apart a Soul Transformation expert.

The path to survival had taken shape!

The White-Robed Woman flashed her movement technique and, without hesitation, was the first to dive into the spatial rift. Ming Luo endured the excruciating pain of his severed arm and followed closely behind, his figure flashing into the rift. The Red-Robed Man at the very back turned his head slightly, his gaze landing heavily on the Founder of Shenduan Sect with a hint of unwillingness and wariness, then turned and leaped, disappearing completely into the depths of the rift.

Just at the moment the three escaped, the silver Flying Sword finally struck down, hacking fiercely onto the body of the jet-black sharp claw.

Clang!!

A crisp, piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the entire Void Realm. The dark, eerie light and the glistening white sword light collided violently, sparking countless tiny flames. The incredibly hard Yao claw snapped in response, a sharp claw tip breaking off on the spot and floating quietly in the Void Realm. The remaining large portion of the claw body disappeared without a trace along with the rapidly healing spatial rift.

A few drops of jet-black, viscous blood splashed out from the break, drifting into the Chaos. No one could tell if this was the essence blood of the life-bound sharp claw or the heart's blood of the White-Robed Woman who was soul-bound to it.

In a moment, the spatial rift closed completely, the previously lingering aura of the foreign enemies was swept away, and the three had completely escaped to safety.

The entire scene was silent.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain slowly withdrew his divine fire, his face full of frustration and helplessness. Trapped for eternity, having finally broken free and overwhelmed powerful enemies, only to let them run away at the last moment—anyone would feel disgusted by that.

He immediately turned his head to look at the First Palace Master of Star Palace, who was weak and breathless, and started a familiar mode of bickering between peers, his tone relaxed as he teased, "Old Xing, you're something else. Did you seal the space for nothing just now? We worked hard to suppress them for half a day, only for them to slip through the cracks at the very last step. Your state is not up to par."

The First Palace Master of Star Palace's Physical Body was already severely depleted, and his face had been a sickly pale. Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly, chuckled softly, and admitted it frankly, "I am indeed rusty. Trapped for eternity, sleeping for years without moving, and having not engaged in serious combat for too long, my reaction was half a beat slow, and I failed to lock down the space in the first instance."

"Haha, I was just teasing you." The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain waved his hand, not intending to harp on it, "Anyone locked up for tens of thousands of years without moving would have their hands and feet go numb. It's normal, totally normal."

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven on the side silently retracted the Formation, his expression not looking very good. Six people fighting three, with an overwhelming advantage, yet failing to keep them—this was truly a dark history for this group of veteran experts. It was embarrassing to the extreme.

The Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall slowly shed his Flood Dragon form, his aura carrying the exhaustion of post-battle, and he spoke in a hoarse voice to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, they've already run off, let's handle the important matters first."

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain still wanted to tease a bit more to liven up the atmosphere, but the Founder of Shenduan Sect raised his hand and gently stopped him.

The voice of the Founder of Shenduan Sect was steady and heavy, but his expression was exceptionally grave, "That sharp claw just now was by no means an ordinary Magical Artifact; it was a life-bound Yao artifact of a top-tier great Yao, of an extremely high grade, with a cultivation level at least comparable to Void Refining Perfection. A strange treasure of that level breaking through the realm cannot be stopped by conventional spatial seals."

He raised his hand and pointed to the claw tip remaining in the Void Realm, continuing to explain, "My sword just now severed its claw tip. This life-bound Yao artifact is deeply bound to the White-Robed Woman's Divine Soul; with the artifact damaged, her Divine Soul must have suffered heavy trauma. It looks like they successfully escaped, but in reality, their injuries are extremely severe. They won't be able to mobilize their full strength in the short term, let alone dare to come to Xuanhuang Small World to cause trouble again. It can be considered a stroke of luck within misfortune."

Hearing these words, the frustration in the heart of the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain completely dissipated, and he nodded with a smile, "That's acceptable then; at least we didn't let them run away for nothing, they paid a price to some extent."

The First Palace Master of Star Palace also breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly to the Founder of Shenduan Sect in thanks. If he hadn't mediated and smoothed things over, he would indeed have had to shoulder quite a bit of inexplicable blame.

The Founder of Shenduan Sect raised his hand to recall the Flying Sword, his gaze turning toward the earthy-yellow Origin light sphere floating quietly not far away.

After the intense battle just now, and having shaken off the refining and erosion of the three foreign enemies, the Xuanhuang Origin had already stabilized quite a bit. The originally twisted, fractured, and dim patterns were all repaired, and textures like the veins of the earth flowed slowly, the warm and heavy earthy-yellow light recovering and brightening bit by bit. Although the recovery speed was not fast, the vitality was stable, and the Foundation of the entire world had been steadied.

"Now is not the time to dwell on winning or losing face." The Founder of Shenduan Sect withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd, saying seriously, "Although those three leaders have run away, the Yao Race army they left in the Xuanhuang Small World is still rampaging everywhere. From Golden Core and Nascent Soul to Soul Transformation, the number of Yao Cultivators is countless, slaughtering Sects and harming living beings everywhere. This group of low-level Yao Cultivators doesn't know at all that their leaders have been defeated and fled, and they are still wreaking havoc on the world."

"Besides this, the The Old Emperor of Zifu Immortal Dynasty, in order to protect the world Origin, risked his life to block the foreign enemies and has long been critically injured and dying. He is hanging onto his life by a single breath of essence blood; if it were any later, I'm afraid he truly wouldn't be able to be saved."

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain restrained his joking expression and nodded seriously, "Clearing out the Yao Cultivators is simple. The five of us will split up to guard the four directions, sweeping the entire territory with Void Refinement cultivation; it won't take long before we can drive all that scum out of Xuanhuang Small World. As for the The Old Emperor, you have the deepest friendship with him and are most familiar with the situation, so I'll have to trouble you to make a trip to save him."

"Very well." The Founder of Shenduan Sect did not decline.

He immediately turned his head to look at Yun Ming, who had been watching the battle the whole time, and asked, "Do you intend to follow them to clear out the Yao Cultivators, or come with me to Zifu Immortal Dynasty to save the The Old Emperor?"

Yun Ming pondered for a moment and said firmly, "I will go with you."

"Good. There is no time to lose; saving him is the priority."

The Founder of Shenduan Sect said no more, raised his hand to tear through the Void Realm in front of him, and a stable spatial passage instantly took shape, leading directly to the interior of Xuanhuang Small World.

The two stepped forward, both entering the rift, and their figures instantly disappeared into the nothingness.

The remaining five Void Refinement Divine Lords looked at each other, said no more, tore through space separately, and headed to the four corners of Xuanhuang Small World, preparing to clear out the remaining remnants of the Yao Race.

Within the vast and dead silent Void Realm, only that earthy-yellow Origin light sphere remained, floating quietly. A faint light flowed, slowly recovering, and in the silence, it silently nourished the scarred and battered Xuanhuang world, waiting for the moment when the mountains and rivers would return to peace.