494: Chapter 494 The Majesty of the Immortal Lord, the Demon Ancestor of Brahma!

How could they even fight this?

"Flee!"

Ying Shang reacted the fastest, turning into a shadow once again and fleeing madly into the depths of the starry sky.

"Can you escape?"

The cold voice of the Past Self rang out.

"Law of Time, Freeze!"

He raised his hand and pointed; in the Void Realm where Ying Shang was fleeing, time instantly stopped flowing.

Ying Shang's figure was frozen in mid-air, like a frame in a video that had been paused.

"Slash!"

Lu Yuan's true body urged the immortal execution platform once more, and the Karma Guillotine fell.

"Crack!"

Ying Shang's head flew high into the air, and his Immortal Golden Nature was severed and extinguished at the same time.

The black hole expanded once more, devouring him—two Golden Immortals had fallen!

*Gulp.*

Looking around to find only himself and the Jialan Heavenly Demon left, Blood Slaughter swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his hand holding the giant axe trembling.

"Now, it's your turn."

Lu Yuan's voice echoed through the starry sky like the pronouncement of the Grim Reaper.

The starry sky battlefield was tragic and deathly silent. The fall of two Golden Immortals caused the foreign army, once incomparably arrogant, to completely lose their Battle Intent.

The giant beasts of the Asura Clan stopped roaring, and the assassins of the Yaksha Clan revealed themselves one after another, with nothing but terror left in their eyes.

"It's over... everything is over..."

Blood Slaughter's hand holding the eight desolations heaven-rending axe trembled violently.

Although he belonged to the warlike Asura Clan, it did not mean he wanted to die.

Facing a monster like Lu Yuan who could obliterate the Immortal Golden Nature, his proud Physical Body defense was nothing but a joke.

"Lu Yuan! You cannot kill me!"

Looking at the immortal execution platform floating in the air, the Jialan Heavenly Demon was frightened out of her wits, all her previous charm completely gone.

Her once-alluring face was written with sheer terror, her lips quivering, and even her voice shook as she spoke.

Her body retreated uncontrollably, stumbling backward, almost tripped by a floating piece of broken bone.

Gritting her teeth, she pulled out an ancient, purplish-black jade Talisman from her bosom.

The jade Talisman was only the size of a palm, with eerie demonic patterns flowing across its entire body, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.

The surface of the jade Talisman was covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment, yet it contained unimaginable energy fluctuations—it was precisely a life-saving Talisman left behind by a supreme powerhouse of the Celestial Demon Clan, containing a wisp of the Old Ancestor's Divine Thought.

"Crack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she crushed the jade Talisman to pieces. Jade dust drifted from between her fingers, turning into specks of black light that dissipated into the Void Realm.

At the same time, a faint yet unimaginably vast aura released from the shattered jade Talisman, like an invisible thread, penetrating the interface barrier and extending into the unknown depths.

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

The shrill cry for help instantly penetrated the interface barrier through the shattered jade Talisman, traveling to the deepest depths of the Nine Nether Underworld.

Her voice echoed in the Void Realm, carrying endless resentment and despair, like the final cry of a dying person.

"A deathbed struggle."

Lu Yuan snorted coldly as his true body and two Incarnations closed in simultaneously.

His true body was surrounded by purple-gold Chaos Qi, and with every step he took, dazzling Law patterns would emerge beneath his feet.

Of the two Incarnations, one held the immortal execution platform, emitting a chilling killing intent; the other activated the myriad things mother qi cauldron, with thousands of Chaos Qi streams cascading from the cauldron's mouth, guarding him like a waterfall.

The three figures closed in on Blood Slaughter and the Jialan Heavenly Demon in a triangular formation, each step heavily treading upon their hearts.

Just as he was about to activate the immortal execution platform to finish off the remaining two Golden Immortals together...

"Rumble—!"

The entire starry sky at the border of the Daluo Heaven suddenly shook violently.

This was not just a common spatial tremor, but the descent of a supreme power that stood above the Laws of heaven and earth, enough to make all Daos submit! It felt as if an ancient demon god sleeping in the abyss had suddenly awakened, and the aura leaked from its mere breath made the entire Star Domain tremble.

Above the ruins of the Imperial Pass, which had already been sealed, the Heavenly Dao Laws were actually forcibly twisted and rejected by an even more tyrannical power.

The Law patterns interwoven in the Void Realm seemed to be torn by some force, making crisp "crack, crack" sounds as they snapped one after another, with golden fragments of the Heavenly Dao Laws scattering in all directions, drawing sorrowfully beautiful arcs in the air.

*Rip—*

The starry sky was like a piece of rag, violently torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands.

A spatial rift stretching tens of thousands of miles appeared above the Imperial Pass, its edges burning with purplish-black flames—the unique demonic flames of the Nine Nether Underworld.

On the other side of the rift, a pitch-black world could be faintly seen, filled with the aura of death and destruction.

A colossal hand that covered several Star Domains, pitch-black all over and emitting a destructive demonic majesty, slowly reached out from the rift.

The hand was so massive that its palm lines alone were tens of thousands of miles long, with each line resembling a bottomless canyon.

There were no scales on the hand, only dense demonic patterns glowing with a purplish-black light.

Each demonic pattern seemed to contain a destroyed world—as the patterns flickered, one could see countless living beings wailing, struggling, and falling within them, a sight that made one's blood run cold.

That aura surpassed the limit of a Golden Immortal, reaching a new, despair-inducing height.

An Immortal Lord!

The Celestial Demon Clan's Immortal Lord Old Ancestor of the Nine Nether Underworld—the Demon Ancestor Fantian!

"Junior, how dare you!"

A cold snort, like thunder of the Nine Heavens, carrying the will of heavenly punishment, boomed and descended.

Before the voice had even fully faded, the terrifying pressure belonging to an Immortal Lord swept through the entire area like a tsunami.

The power contained in the voice was too terrifying; the mere aftershocks of the sound waves distorted and deformed the Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles around, causing countless tiny spatial rifts to appear.

*Bang, bang, bang...*

Under this pressure, whether it was the surviving defenders of the Daluo Heaven or the low-level Cultivators of the foreign realm, they did not even have time to scream before their bodies exploded one after another like ripe watermelons, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

Cultivators with low cultivation bases could not even withstand one-thousandth of the Immortal Lord's pressure, being directly ground into the most primitive flesh and blood particles, with no time for even their Primordial Spirits to escape.

*Puff—!*

Even the True Immortals like the Yaochi Holy Mother and Ji Yaoguang, who were hiding within the defensive range of the other shore immortal boat, coughed up blood in unison under the aftershocks of this pressure, their faces turning pale as if their breathing was about to stop.

The Yaochi Holy Mother's delicate body trembled violently, her hands gripping the edge of the myriad things mother qi cauldron so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Ji Yaoguang even fell directly to one knee, cold sweat drenching her forehead, the blood at the corner of her mouth a shocking sight.

The other Qingyun Disciples were also staggering all over, their faces as pale as dirt, their eyes filled with terror.

"What terrifying pressure! Is this an Immortal Lord?" The Yaochi Holy Mother's voice was trembling, but she endured her injuries and directed the women and Qingyun Disciples to retreat: "Quick! Retreat to the core area of the immortal boat!" She desperately activated the myriad things mother qi cauldron; the small cauldron emitted a hazy yellow light in her hand, enveloping everyone like a thin veil, trying to block the pervasive pressure.

But even the myriad things mother qi cauldron could only offset a portion of the pressure; that oppressive feeling originating from the depths of their Souls still left everyone breathless.

In the very center of the battlefield, Lu Yuan bore the brunt of it, directly facing the giant hand of the Immortal Lord striking down.

The giant hand blotted out half the sky, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Lu Yuan.

Wild winds howled and demonic flames raged, causing the space for tens of thousands of miles around to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Yet he did not retreat even half a step. In the deepest depths of his eyes, an unprecedented, wild Battle Intent even ignited.