293: Chapter 293 Reinforcements Arrive

Although they were merely illusory wings of a manifestation, and although they were teetering on the brink of collapse, with their feathered edges constantly disintegrating and dissolving into a sky full of light rain, and although they were on the verge of shattering at any moment, the Aura that erupted in this instant caused the entire world to fall silent in shock!

This was a supreme Dao rhythm that transcended the Laws of speed of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, shattered the shackles of time and space, and pointed directly to the Origin of "existence" and "nothingness"!

It was the pressure of the Ten Ancient Fiends looking down upon the world, the wild arrogance of a primordial Vicious Beast roaming the Universe!

"Not good!"

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's expression changed drastically, his pupils suddenly contracting to the size of needle points, and an unprecedented chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

The moment this pair of wings appeared, the wisp of Immortal power on his body strangely became sluggish!

The flow of spiritual power in his Meridians became stagnant, and the perception of his Divine Soul slowed by half a beat, as if even time itself had become slow under the pressure of these wings!

This was not a crushing of power, but a fundamental suppression of status and Dao Laws!

Kunpeng, the leader of the Ten Ancient Fiends, controlled extreme speed and roamed the primordial Universe; how could its high Dao rhythm be completely imprisoned by mere Immortal power?

The shock and doubt in Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's eyes instantly turned into bone-chilling killing intent, as well as... a trace of dread that even he was unwilling to admit!

"Kunpeng Treasure Technique?! You actually obtained such a Legacy!"

He growled, his voice filled with unbelievable shock, cold light surging in his golden pupils, his killing intent almost solidifying:

"It seems that I cannot let you live today! If I do not grind your bones to dust, I will not rest!"

He no longer cared about the demeanor of a World Lord, unleashing his vast, half-step Immortal power without reservation. Golden light shone ten thousand zhang from his body, and the dark golden sky was pressed down three feet by his Aura, the surrounding Void Realm shattering inch by inch to reveal the pitch-black Chaos behind it!

His figure moved slightly, and he was about to strike personally, using absolute power to completely erase Chu Changsheng, this variable, along with the space he occupied, from the very root!

But it was half a beat too late!

At the very same moment that Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's killing intent erupted—the illusory wings behind Chu Changsheng gave a sudden flap!

There was no grand momentum, no vision of the Void Realm shattering, and not even a whisper of wind was stirred up.

There was only a "stream of light" that could not be described in words, or rather, this was not light at all, but a movement in terms of "concept"—it was an extreme speed that transcended time and space, a traversal that ignored distance and obstacles!

His figure suddenly blurred and elongated in place, turning into a strange trajectory that pierced through "existence" and "non-existence", "past" and "present", and in the impossible, in a desperate situation with a one-in-ten-thousand chance of survival, he narrowly avoided the grab that Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian had locked onto him again!

That palm, containing the power of a half-step Immortal, brushed past the hem of Chu Changsheng's clothes, and the Dao Laws of annihilation at his fingertips crushed the Void Realm behind him directly into Chaos, without leaving a single trace!

And Chu Changsheng's figure had already appeared a hundred zhang away.

Although he had only moved a distance of a hundred zhang, and although those illusory Kunpeng wings disintegrated inch by inch after completing this flap, dissolving into a sky full of light rain in the Void Realm, bringing with it the violent trembling of Chu Changsheng's broken body, his bones making creaking sounds of being unable to bear the burden as if they were about to fall apart at any moment, and he could barely maintain his human form...

But he had truly, with that severely injured and dying body with shattered bones and crushed organs, and at the tragic cost of burning his lifelong cultivation Origin and overdrawing a thousand years of future Dao fruit, forcefully squeezed out a wisp of the true meaning of the Kunpeng Treasure Technique from the deepest part of his Divine Soul!

This was a supreme Profound Truth capable of tearing through the eternal blue sky and crossing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands; even if only a trace of its residual rhythm remained, it had managed to tear open an imperceptible rift in time and space within the gap of the world-destroying strike launched in anger by that half-step Immortal Demon Venerable, completing an extreme dodge that was worthy of being recorded in the history of cultivation and was nearly impossible!

"Puff!" With a muffled explosion, the blood Qi in Chu Changsheng's throat could no longer be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of shattered internal organs and the dim residual light of Dao Laws sprayed out wildly, the scarlet blood mist exploding in the deathly silent Void Realm, like a desolate and beautiful blood lotus blooming on the road to the Yellow Springs.

His figure stumbled, his footsteps as unsteady as a withered leaf in the wind, and he almost fell onto this already shattered Star Domain.

But he did not fall!

He still forced himself to stand, using the last remaining wisp of Dao rhythm as his bones, straightening his spine, which felt as if it would snap at any moment, inch by inch, and curled his blood-stained lips into a smile that was provocative to the extreme and nearly insane.

In this smile, there was the arrogance of looking down upon the world, the determination to face death without fear, and even more, the wildness of casting life and death aside, causing all the spectators around to tremble in their hearts.

He raised his eyes, his scarlet gaze locked tightly onto Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian, whose face was livid and whose body was surrounded by killing intent that had almost solidified into black flames, and slowly raised a hand that was trembling uncontrollably, his fingertips wiping away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, leaving a striking blood mark on his pale jaw.

His voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, yet every word was sonorous and clear, like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears: "Did you see clearly... old trash?" "This is what is called... speed!"

"You—!" Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's chest heaved violently, like a volcano about to erupt, his crimson pupils suddenly contracting to the size of needle points, his violent rage almost breaking through his last shackles of reason.

He was the famous half-step Immortal Demon Venerable of the Northern Nether Demon Realm, wielding the power of life and death over a Star Domain; when had he ever suffered such a great humiliation!

Never had such a tiny ant been able to jump around under his thunderous rage to this extent, let alone the fact that what the opponent had displayed was the legendary Kunpeng Treasure Technique that had long been extinct for ages!

Just at the moment when the atmosphere was solidified to the extreme, and even the Void Realm was trembling slightly, and Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian was about to disregard everything and sacrifice his ultimate world-destroying Divine Ability, swearing to grind Chu Changsheng and this entire Star Domain into powder—

"Hum—!!!" "Hum—!!!" "Hum—!!!" Three spatial hums that shook the Universe exploded from different directions in the depths of the distant starry sea, almost at the same instant!

This humming was not an ordinary fluctuation of spiritual power, but the roar of space being forcibly torn apart, the trembling sound of the Dao Laws wailing, shaking the fragmented stars of the entire Star Domain until they shivered!

One after another, incomparably powerful Auras, like ten-thousand-zhang beacon fires suddenly ignited in the dark night, rose into the sky without any concealment, their glorious Divine Might tearing through layers of the Void Realm, bringing with it a majestic Aura of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth, rapidly approaching the direction of the Northern Nether Demon Realm!

Demonic Qi! Majestic, vast, and overwhelming Demonic Qi!

This Demonic Qi was completely different from the cold and deep Demonic Qi of the Northern Nether Demon Realm, but instead was so mixed as to be heart-stopping—some were as scorching as burning-heaven flames, burning the Void Realm until it hissed, and even light was twisted into crimson ribbons.

Some were as violent as primordial Vicious Beasts, shaking stars until they fell, smashing out patches of annihilating black holes; some were as eerie as Nine Nether phantoms, capable of devouring Divine Souls silently, causing the Sea of Consciousness of the surrounding Cultivators to feel a bone-chilling cold.

But no matter which Demonic Qi it was, it contained incomparably powerful strength; the weakest had reached the Peak of the Mahayana Stage, and among them, several Auras had shockingly reached the terrifying level of Undergoing Tribulation!

Immediately following, a vast and boundless pressure, accompanied by rolling, thunderous sound waves, crossed hundreds of millions of star rivers a step ahead, crushing over like an ancient sacred mountain, pressing the Cultivators in this Star Domain until their blood surged, their bones creaked, and they almost knelt to the ground!

"The Enforcement Elder of the Myriad Demon Palace, bringing the Heavenly Wolf Sect, Golden Peng Sect, Nine-Headed Lion Clan... and seventy-three vassal tribes, has come to reinforce!"

A majestic and cold voice, like cold iron striking gold and stone, resounded throughout the entire Universe, every word carrying an indisputable dominance: "And to capture the vicious criminal, and suppress all who do not submit!" "Anyone who obstructs will be regarded as an enemy of our Myriad Demon Palace, and will be killed without mercy!"

"Boom!" The Void Realm was brutally smashed open by one powerful figure after another, and the fractured spatial ripples spread like a tide, stirring up bursts of chaotic Dao Laws.

Banners fluttered and snapped in the wind, and black demonic clouds rolled like ink, condensing into the phantoms of ferocious beasts. Countless Yao Race Cultivators wearing ferocious battle armor manifested their figures, densely packed, covering the sky and sun, surrounding this already shattered Star Domain layer upon layer, not leaving even a single gap for escape!

Leading them was an old man wearing a profound black palace robe with a sinister face.

He stood with his hands behind his back at the Peak of the ten-thousand-zhang demonic clouds, his Aura deep and condensed like an abyss, unfathomable; he was shockingly a mighty figure at the Peak of Undergoing Tribulation!

He just stood there casually, and it was as if he had merged with the entire world; with every gesture, he could cause the star rivers to reverse and the sun and moon to lose their light, and the surrounding Void Realm was twisted and collapsed under the pressure of his Aura.

Behind him, experts from various clans stood in rows, each with a fierce Aura, their muscular arms engraved with ancient Yao Race totems, their gazes as cold as ten-thousand-year ice, scanning the chaotic battle below, and finally, all gazes fixed in unison on that thin figure that was teetering but still standing proudly—killing intent was chilling.

The reinforcements from the Myriad Demon Palace had arrived!

Moreover, they came with the thunderous might of seventy-three vassal forces, intervening strongly in this world-shaking battle in the name of "capturing the vicious criminal and suppressing those who do not submit"!

The situation instantly became unprecedentedly complex and dangerous!

In front was the furious, mad, and boiling-with-killing-intent half-step Immortal Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian, whose world-destroying demonic claws had already locked onto space and time, leaving no room to escape; behind were the experts from various departments of the Myriad Demon Palace, all of whom were mighty figures at the Peak of Undergoing Tribulation, and there were also seventy-two vassal forces eyeing them covetously—killing intent soared to the heavens!

The true desperate situation had only now, at this moment, completely descended!

Chu Changsheng stood alone in the center of the shattered Void Realm, caught in a pincer attack by two terrifying forces capable of overturning the entire continent—as small as a lone boat in a stormy sea that could be swallowed and destroyed at any moment.

The gale wind blew past his blood-stained robes, snapping loudly, but it could not blow away the arrogance between his brows—it could not extinguish the sharpness in his eyes.