400: Chapter 400 A Deadly Calculation! The Ancient Demon Clan's Doom and Despair

The next day, deep within the Myriad Realms Battlefield.

War God Canyon was like a deep abyssal rift split open by an ancient giant axe. High, dark-red cliffs towered into the clouds on both sides, and the bottom of the canyon was perpetually shrouded in a gray haze of Evil Qi and miasma, resulting in extremely low visibility.

A group of tens of thousands was moving rapidly through the bottom of the canyon, using the miasma as cover. The entire group was clad in tattered black-purple armor, their marching formation exuding a sense of suppressed tension and panic.

These were the remnants of the Ancient Demon Race.

At the very front of the group, Ye Wushuang bit her pale lower lip tightly as she reached out to support Ye Jiayin, whose steps were somewhat unsteady.

This once high-and-mighty Demon Venerable was currently draped in a heavy black cloak. Her beautiful, mature face was devoid of color, and every few steps, she would let out a couple of suppressed coughs, with strands of blackened blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

She was originally a veteran Great Emperor, but because she had just awakened, most of the Demon Venerable Origin within her body had been forcibly plundered by Xu Chen at the underground altar a few days ago. Lacking the support of her core Origin, her Realm had long since fallen to the Great Saint Realm.

"Mother, please rest for a moment. The scouts from the God and Nether Races shouldn't have tracked us here." Ye Wushuang felt a sharp, knife-like pain in her heart as she looked at her mother's weakened state.

Ye Jiayin shook her head, her deep purple eyes filled with gravity.

"We can't stop. Yesterday, the allied forces suffered a massive defeat on the front lines, losing all their elites. Those hypocrites from the God Race and the hyenas from the Nether Race will never swallow this grievance easily. Our Demon Race didn't send troops to support them yesterday, and my current aura can't hide from the probes of those old monsters. To compensate for their losses, they will surely target us."

Recalling that overbearing and domineering young human man, a flicker of complex emotion flashed in Ye Jiayin's eyes.

That man named Xu Chen was right; the Demon Race's current situation was like meat on a chopping block. She had decisively ordered the abandonment of their former base, leading the entire clan to retreat toward the barren lands at the outermost edge of the Myriad Realms Battlefield, hoping only to avoid the vortex of this great era.

Unfortunately, the schemes of those in power are often more lethal than swords and spears.

Just as the Demon Race army was about to pass through the narrowest pass of War God Canyon.

Thousands of blinding formation patterns lit up without warning on the cliff walls on both sides of the canyon.

"Buzz—"

A piercing hum that made the eardrums ache vibrated through the air.

The originally gray miasma was forcibly dispersed by two distinctly different terrifying powers. The sky on the left was filled with brilliant, holy golden light, while the heavens on the right turned into rolling nether Death Qi.

The golden light and Death Qi intertwined above the canyon, forming an indestructible sealing barrier that trapped the tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers within this narrow land of death.

Ye Wushuang stopped in her tracks and looked up, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists. The top-tier demon blade that had accompanied her for many years had been crushed by Xu Chen's bare hands a few days ago. Now, she could only face this suffocating turn of events empty-handed.

At the Peak of the heavens, two afterimages as majestic as mountains slowly took shape.

The afterimage on the left was shrouded in layers of divine rings, its face obscured. Only its eyes, which looked down on all living beings with absolute arrogance, were visible. It was the mental projection of the God Race's supreme commander—the God Lord.

The afterimage on the right was a mass of constantly twisting shadows, holding a massive illusory scythe and emitting a bone-chilling cold that froze the Soul. It was none other than the Incarnation of the ruler of the Nether Race—the Nether Emperor.

"Ye Jiayin, where do you think you're going?"

The God Lord's projection spoke with a voice like a great bell, echoing back and forth within the canyon. This sonic vibration alone caused many low-cultivation Demon Race warriors to bleed from their seven orifices and collapse on the spot.

Ye Jiayin pushed away Ye Wushuang's support and forced herself to stand tall. Her pride as the ruler of the Ancient Demon Race did not allow her to show any weakness before her enemies.

"Where I lead my clansmen is none of your business." Ye Jiayin looked coldly at the two afterimages in the sky, secretly mobilizing the remaining Devilish Qi in her body.

The Nether Emperor's screeching, owl-like laughter followed: "At a time like this, don't force it. That pitiful bit of Origin aura in your body is like a flickering candle in the wind. To think the dignified Demon Venerable has become so weak; it truly is an eye-opener for us."

"Yesterday, the allied forces suffered a great defeat while your Demon Race stood by and watched. Now, you even want to slip away and betray our alliance." The God Lord's projection pronounced the Demon Race's crimes from on high. "Since the Demon Race has lost its value as an ally, hand over your heritage and Bloodline as compensation for the allied forces' losses."

The moment those words fell, these two veteran Great Emperors gave the Demon Race no chance to explain or catch their breath.

"Rumble!"

The barrier above the heavens completely seethed.

Above the God Lord's projection, a golden great seal emitting extreme dao imperial weapon pressure slowly emerged. It was the projection of the God Race's clan-protecting treasure, carrying a killing blow projected across tens of millions of miles of starry sky.

In the hands of the Nether Emperor's projection, that illusory scythe gradually solidified. The aura of death locked onto the entire War God Canyon.

As the projections of the two extreme dao imperial weapons were simultaneously revived, the destructive pressure belonging to the Great Emperor level caused the canyon's cliff walls to begin collapsing violently. Countless giant boulders tumbled down, crashing into the Demon Race's ranks and eliciting waves of shrill screams.

"Mother!" Ye Wushuang's eyes nearly split with rage as she desperately tried to rush forward, wanting to use her own body to block that pressure.

"Get back!"

Ye Jiayin shouted sternly, sending Ye Wushuang flying back into the center of the Demon Race's ranks with a backhanded palm strike.

At this moment, a madness of mutual destruction burned in the Demon Venerable's eyes. She knew full well that under the blockade of two extreme dao imperial weapons, the Demon Race had no chance of victory; this was an absolute dead end.

The only way to break the situation was to fill the gap with her life.

Dark purple demon flames ignited around Ye Jiayin. Without hesitation, she set her remaining Demon Venerable Origin ablaze, and even her Divine Soul began to burn irreversibly at this moment.

Her Great Saint Realm Peak aura briefly returned to its all-time Peak state under the catalysis of her burning Origin.

Clad in her tattered purple dress, she soared into the sky alone against the world-destroying imperial pressure.

"Demon God Avatar, burn my remnant body!"

Ye Jiayin's hands quickly formed seals in the void. A ten-thousand-foot-tall, six-armed Ancient Demon God Avatar rose from the ground behind her. The avatar's six giant hands pushed upward simultaneously, forcefully holding back the pressing Heaven-Suppressing Divine Seal and Soul-Hooking Death Scythe.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The power of the extreme dao imperial weapons was unstoppable.

After only a few breaths of contact, two of the Demon God Avatar's arms exploded, turning into a sky full of light specks. Ye Jiayin spat out a mouthful of blood containing fragments of her internal organs, instantly staining the front of her robe red.

"Overestimating your strength." The God Lord's projection coldly issued the command, and the light of the Heaven-Suppressing Divine Seal surged once more.

The Demon God Avatar cracked and shattered inch by inch.

Ye Jiayin gritted her teeth tightly, blood seeping from her deep purple eyes. She didn't choose to retreat a single step. Instead, she used the massive recoil from the avatar's collapse to gather all her remaining Devilish Qi at her fingertips, transforming it into a sharp, peerless demon awl that pierced fiercely at the weakest point of the barrier blocking the canyon.

"Rip!"

The barrier was forcibly torn open by this life-risking blow, creating a rift just wide enough for dozens of people to pass through side by side.

"Go! Take the clansmen and go!"

Ye Jiayin roared hoarsely at those below, her voice carrying a hint of desperate resolve.

Just as she shouted those words, the power of the Heaven-Suppressing Divine Seal and the Soul-Hooking Death Scythe completely crushed her defenses, striking her unprotected body squarely.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl at this moment.

Ye Wushuang stared blankly at the sky.

She watched as her mother's dark purple gauze dress turned to ash under the imperial pressure, and as her mother's graceful body fell rapidly from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

The Demon Venerable's blood spilling in mid-air was poignantly beautiful and heartbreaking.

"Mother—!!"

Ye Wushuang's heart sank completely into an ice cellar. She soared into the sky like a madwoman, catching Ye Jiayin in a tight embrace just before she hit the ground.

The massive impact sent the mother and daughter crashing into the cliff wall, creating a bottomless pit.

Two Demon Race Elders suppressed their grief and led the remaining elite warriors, turning into clouds of black mist as they desperately fled through the rift in the barrier that Ye Jiayin had torn open with her life.

The barrier remained open for only a few breaths after the rift appeared before it healed under the repair of divine power. The Demon Race warriors who didn't manage to escape were instantly turned to dust by the aftershocks of the extreme dao imperial weapons.

...

Tens of thousands of miles away from War God Canyon, inside a hidden underground karst cave.

Ye Wushuang knelt on the cold, damp ground, her hands trembling violently as she laid Ye Jiayin across her lap.

Outside the cave, the sharp sound of the God and Nether Races' pursuers cutting through the air could faintly be heard, like life-claiming Talismanic Incantations.

Ye Wushuang's face was covered in dust and tear stains; no trace of her former cold and aloof persona remained. She desperately channeled the meager Devilish Qi in her body into Ye Jiayin, trying to hold onto her rapidly fading life signs.

It was all in vain.

Ye Jiayin's Origin had completely shattered after enduring the bombardment of two extreme dao imperial weapons. On the terrifying, bone-deep wound on her chest, Death Qi and holy Laws were intertwined, continuously eroding her last remaining sliver of life.

"Shuang'er..."

Ye Jiayin struggled to open her eyes; those eyes that once could steal one's Soul were now dim and lifeless.

She tremblingly raised a blood-stained hand, wanting to caress Ye Wushuang's cheek, but it fell powerlessly in mid-air.

"Don't waste your energy... take the remaining clansmen... find a place... and hide..."

"No! Mother, you'll be fine. I'll definitely save you!" Ye Wushuang shook her head frantically, tears falling like broken strings onto Ye Jiayin's pale cheeks.

In this cold and cruel Myriad Realms Battlefield, she had lost her protective demon blade, and now she was about to lose her only relative. This bone-deep sense of powerlessness completely broke the proud Demon Princess.

Ye Jiayin's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the last spark of light in her eyes was fading.

Ask for help?

Whom could she ask? In the entire Myriad Realms Battlefield, every faction was eyeing the Demon Race like tigers watching their prey. Who would offend the currently ascendant God-Nether allied forces for the sake of a dying Demon Venerable?

In the abyss of despair, a figure dressed in moon-white brocade with wildly arrogant eyes burst into Ye Wushuang's mind like a bolt of lightning dispersing the darkness.

"Imperial Clan Xu... Xu Chen..."

Ye Wushuang murmured the name.