Chapter 97 Ruins of the Heavenly Demon Palace

It was too late by the time Shi Wushe and the others reacted. The haotian hammer, spanning dozens of zhang and carrying the power of heavenly might, struck down; even a Golden Core Realm corpse puppet could not withstand it head-on.

Accompanied by a world-shaking roar, the corpse puppet fell like a meteorite, violently smashing out a crater nearly a kilometer wide.

The exaggerated spiritual explosion even kicked up a mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high. From a distance, it looked as if a heavy bomb had been detonated, leaving countless experts from both the Righteous and Demonic Factions dumbstruck.

"What are you still standing there for! Join forces and wipe out these wicked heretics!"

Su Ningxue gave a delicate shout, and only then did the experts of the Nine Great Sects snap back to their senses.

They didn't have time to wonder how this had happened; the priority was to take the opportunity to kick them while they were down.

Otherwise, once the corpse puppet recovered, they would be the ones dying.

The experts of the Nine Great Sects attacked one after another. Looking at Shi Wushe and his group again, their faces had turned green; they never dreamed Su Ningxue would have a Spirit Treasure in her hands.

Shi Wushe hurriedly manipulated the corpse puppet. After a brief moment of dazed stillness, a wretched figure soared into the sky. When the people of the Five Demonic Sects saw it clearly, they trembled with heartache.

Although Su Ningxue's strike hadn't completely destroyed the corpse puppet, it had successfully inflicted a heavy blow.

That body, refined from Heaven And Earth Treasures, had actually become like scrap metal. Its entire body was dim and lusterless, its right arm had vanished, and finally, even its cultivation had fallen back to the Peak of the Core Formation Realm.

Had it not been a lifeless corpse puppet, it probably wouldn't be able to stand up now.

This sudden turn of events made the battle anxious once more. Both sides knew they were now fighting for their last breath and could only steel themselves to fight to the bitter end.

...

A few minutes ago, Ye Fan and Murong Wan had joined forces, moving as if through an uninhabited land, showing a momentum that suggested they could change the tide of battle on their own.

But just as the morale of the Nine Sect Disciples was soaring, the stable spatial passage collapsed without warning, and a terrifying turbulence instantly swept through the entire battlefield.

This sudden scene left both sides completely stunned. After a brief daze, their faces turned extremely pale.

"It's spatial turbulence! Run!"

Someone shouted, and the entire battlefield completely exploded into chaos.

Everyone fled in all directions like headless flies, but the entrance had long been destroyed by Li Minghe. Right now, only by fleeing toward the Heavenly Demon Palace was there a slim chance of survival.

"Go!"

Ye Fan didn't have time to think. He grabbed Murong Wan and flew off on his sword, the two of them flying toward the depths of the spatial passage at their maximum speed.

Ye Fan hadn't expected things to develop to this point. Looking at it this way, the situation outside didn't seem much better.

Everyone on the chaotic battlefield was running for their lives, but the collapse speed of the spatial passage far exceeded their imagination.

It was as if an invisible prehistoric beast was behind them; once caught by it, their lives and cultivation would be extinguished.

When they were less than a few hundred meters from the exit, Ye Fan could clearly feel the spatial turbulence right behind them, as if it would tear them both to shreds in the next second.

But at this moment, Murong Wan was unusually calm. In a flash, she made a decision, wanting to break free from Ye Fan's hand to let him escape alone. This way, Ye Fan might still have a slim chance of survival.

"Wan'er."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Ye Fan's sudden confession left Murong Wan a bit dazed. She subconsciously sensed something, but it was too late.

The immortal binding rope instantly bound Murong Wan. Ye Fan channeled all the Qi in his body into his hand and threw her violently like a baseball, her figure streaking toward the exit like a meteor.

At this moment, time and space seemed to stand still. Murong Wan stared blankly as Ye Fan's figure turned into a black dot.

His face still wore that usual cheeky smile, and he even waved his hand at Murong Wan.

"No!"

At this moment, Murong Wan's heart felt like it was being pierced by a knife. She desperately tried to rush back to Ye Fan's side, but the immortal binding rope firmly restricted her movements. She could only watch helplessly as Ye Fan's figure was swallowed by the spatial turbulence.

In the next second, Murong Wan burst into the Ruins of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and the entire spatial passage collapsed along with it.

The moment she landed, the immortal binding rope seemed to lose its spirituality. Murong Wan tried to rush back like she was possessed.

But the spatial passage had long since disappeared, replaced by an impassable spatial barrier that even a Core Formation Realm Cultivator could not break through.

Murong Wan stood dazed on the spot, her soul seemingly drained. Her mind was filled with the words Ye Fan had once said.

"To live in the same bed, to die in the same grave... You're a liar."

Tears involuntarily streamed down Murong Wan's face. Without the slightest hesitation, she prepared to draw her sword and commit suicide, but at the last moment, she saw the dim and lusterless immortal binding rope.

Although it was very weak, there was still a trace of spirituality on the immortal binding rope. This meant its owner had not died; he might just be heavily injured or unconscious.

"Ye Fan isn't dead?!"

This discovery made Murong Wan smile through her tears, and she quickly put away the immortal binding rope.

But remembering how Ye Fan had thrown her away, Murong Wan's pretty face turned cold once more.

"When I find you, you're dead,"

...

In a corner of the Ruins of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the bruised and battered Ye Fan couldn't help but sneeze. It tugged at the wounds all over his body, causing a burst of sharp pain that almost killed him from the agony.

"Alright, Xiao Hei, stop licking, stop licking."

Xiao Hei had somehow crawled out of the Spirit Beast Bag. He looked at Ye Fan with teary eyes, constantly flicking his tongue to try and wake his master.

Seeing Ye Fan come back to life, Xiao Hei excitedly swayed his body back and forth, his big head rubbing against Ye Fan and nearly killing him with pain.

"Stop, stop, stop... don't move... or I really will die."

Recalling everything that had just happened, Ye Fan also felt waves of lingering fear.

Had he not pushed the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art to its limit at the last moment, combined with the abnormal defensive power of the golden armor immortal robe, he would have been smashed to pieces in the spatial turbulence long ago.

Ye Fan forced himself to pull out a Medicinal Pill and swallow it. Only after a long while did his injuries recover slightly.

Fortunately, the resources the Sect had given him last time were all-encompassing, with various precious healing Medicinal Pills appearing in endless succession.

Otherwise, even if he had luckily survived, Ye Fan wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly.

Ye Fan took a breath and looked around, finding that the vicinity was filled with dilapidated and collapsed buildings. It looked like a certain Sect that had perished long ago.

"This is... the Ruins of the Heavenly Demon Palace?"

Ye Fan hadn't expected his luck to be so good, actually passing through the spatial turbulence to reach the Ruins of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Even after a hundred years, these ruins were still filled with a terrifying resentment, as if recounting the brutality of the great war back then.

Although worried about Murong Wan's situation, Ye Fan could do nothing now. He could only focus on healing his injuries and strive to recover sooner so that he could reunite with her faster.

"With Wan'er's methods, Cultivators of the same Realm can't do anything to her."

"The only uncertainty is this ruin itself."

Although Su Ningxue had mentioned it briefly, even she wasn't clear about the details of the great war back then. God knows what was in these seemingly peaceful ruins.

The Five Demonic Sects had gone to so much trouble to break through the barrier; it was absolutely impossible that they just wanted to come in for sightseeing. There must be some ulterior secret hidden here.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan composed his mind and hurried to heal himself, guarding against any accidents that might happen at any time.