155: Chapter 155 The Nine Netherworld Demon Emperor is enraged, and the Myriad Demon Soul-Locking Array appears.

"The stronghold where the Blood God Cult colluded with the Yao Race on the outskirts of the capital was destroyed just a moment ago."

"The Yao Race has gone to such great lengths."

"There must have been something happening there that we are unaware of."

As these words were spoken, the crowd of heroes was in an uproar.

"What the Prince says is absolutely correct!"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, stroked his beard, his eyes sharp and cold.

"This 'Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation' is a forbidden secret technique of the Yao Race, using the essence blood of great demons as a guide to Heaven-Defyingly investigate Karma."

"If they hadn't been enraged by that group of beasts from the Yao Race, they would never have used it so easily!"

"What kind of major event could make those beasts so furious that they would go to such lengths?"

The Grand Elder of the Ximen Family, Ximen Lie, furrowed his brows tightly.

Boom!

Just as Chu Tiankuo and the others were discussing, the firmament suddenly tore open.

It was not an ordinary spatial rift, but a wound seemingly gouged out by some invisible, massive force. Inside, it was pitch black as ink, with the broken remains of stars vaguely visible.

A beam of blood-colored light, carrying the pressure of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth, whistled out from the depths of that wound, like an angry blood-colored Dragon, slowly covering the capital.

Wherever this beam passed, the night sky emitted a mournful cry.

That extreme resentment and killing intent seemed as if they would completely envelop the entire capital, turning it into a blood-colored purgatory.

"You wicked beasts, how dare you!"

Chu Tiankuo let out a thunderous roar, the sound waves carrying majestic Dragon Qi as he shot up into the sky, heading straight to meet the blood-colored beam.

He shook his arms, and golden Dragon Qi instantly condensed behind him into a nine-clawed golden Dragon, roaring at the sky with world-shaking might.

At the same time, Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, Ximen Lie, and a group of experts from the great families also took action.

"Open!"

With a low shout, Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, formed seals with his hands, and intricate runes flew out from his palms, instantly weaving into a huge web of light above the capital.

The web of light shimmered with radiance, emitting a vast defensive power as it attempted to block the impact of the blood-colored beam.

Ximen Lie held a black iron whisk.

As he waved the whisk, thousands of silver threads shot out like a rain of arrows.

Each thread carried the sharpness to tear through metal and stone, stabbing directly at the blood-colored beam.

However, that blood-colored beam was a forbidden secret technique that the Nine Nether Demon Emperor had Heaven-Defyingly cast using the Luck of the Yao Race and the essence blood of countless great demons.

Its power far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Cultivators.

Boom! Crack!

The blood-colored beam was unstoppable, instantly colliding with the web of light set up by Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder.

The web of light only held for an instant before emitting a groaning sound of being unable to bear the weight, then shattered with a roar, dissipating into specks of light across the sky.

Immediately afterward, the thousands of silver threads shot out by Ximen Lie were also instantly pierced through by the blood-colored beam, turning into nothingness.

"Pfft!"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, and Ximen Lie both groaned, their faces turning deathly pale, and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Their figures shook violently, and they were sent flying backward by the violent backlash.

The blood-colored beam continued unabated, charging straight toward the core area of the capital.

That terrifying pressure caused the citizens of the capital to tremble in fear; countless people knelt on the ground, wailing, believing that the apocalypse had arrived.

"Damn it!"

Chu Tiankuo's eyes were about to split; he knew well the horror of this blood-colored beam.

Once it fell completely, the capital would be plunged into misery, its Luck would be damaged, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

He could not care about anything else; he took a sudden step forward, and the phantom of the nine-clawed golden Dragon roared out, colliding fiercely with the blood-colored beam.

An earth-shattering roar, like a god falling, shook the entire capital, causing the ground to quake.

The violent air waves swept out like a tsunami, destroying all the pavilions and towers in the Imperial Palace, turning them into ruins.

The nine-clawed golden Dragon phantom let out a painful cry, its golden scales cracking inch by inch, and countless fissures appearing on the Dragon body.

The blood-colored beam slowed down because of this, but it still stubbornly pushed forward.

Chu Tiankuo's face turned ashen; he could clearly feel the Qi and blood surging in his body, and his internal organs were in severe pain.

This Nine Nether Demon Emperor was actually willing to pay such a price!

The monstrous blood-colored beam of light was like a Heaven-destroying, Earth-extinguishing divine punishment, tearing through the firmament.

Carrying endless resentment and killing intent, it charged straight toward the capital.

Chu Tiankuo's eyes were about to crack, and he forced himself to endure the pain in his internal organs, his roar shaking the long sky.

"Imperial Dynasty Luck, Command!"

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed out.

It instantly turned into golden runes, merging into the faint, golden Dragon shadow above the capital.

Nourished by the essence blood, the Dragon shadow suddenly solidified, letting out a heaven-shaking Dragon roar, majestic and vast, as if a true true Dragon from the Nine Heavens had descended to the human world.

This was the golden dragon of dynastys fortune that guarded the Great Chu Dynasty; it would never be used easily unless it was a moment of life and death!

The golden Dragon roared, its massive body stretching out in front of the blood-colored beam, its Dragon claws reaching out as if to cradle the entire capital in its embrace.

On the Dragon scales, ancient runes flowed, emitting an overbearing aura that suppressed mountains and rivers and warded off all evil.

"Everyone, follow me, fight to the death for the Human Race!"

Chu Tiankuo shouted explosively.

He knew that relying on himself alone, it would be extremely difficult to block this forbidden secret technique that had fused the Luck of the Yao Race with the essence blood of countless great demons.

"Swear to defend the Human Race to the death!"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, Ximen Lie, and the other experts from the great families no longer had any calculations in their eyes; only a stern Battle Intent of sharing hatred against the enemy remained.

They roared in unison, driving all the True Qi in their bodies to the limit.

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, quickly formed hand seals, gathering countless Spiritual Qi to meet the blood-colored beam.

Ximen Lie flicked his whisk, and thousands of silver threads surged like a tide, turning into a silver sky curtain, attempting to completely strangle the blood-colored beam.

Other experts from the great families also successively unleashed their own trump card techniques.

Colorful radiance shot up into the sky.

Weaving into a magnificent yet treacherous giant web above the capital.

Vowing to completely crush this monstrous offensive of the Yao Race.

Rumbling!

Above the capital, the golden Dragon, Buddha, silver threads, and countless brilliant rays of Spiritual Qi collided with the blood-colored beam.

The entire capital was trembling violently, like a small boat that might capsize at any moment.

The ground cracked, houses collapsed, and countless citizens fled in terror, clutching their heads.

They did not know what had happened; they only knew that the sky was holding a feast of destruction.

Under the siege of the golden Dragon and the experts, the speed of the blood-colored beam's advance was finally curbed.

It emitted bursts of ear-piercing friction sounds, like a trapped Vicious Beast roaring in despair.

The blood-colored runes wrapped around it dimmed rapidly and even began to crack.

However, the power of the Demon Emperor's forbidden secret technique far exceeded the imagination of the Human Race experts.

"Human Race ants, a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

In the depths of the distant Demon Domain, the true body of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor let out an unwilling roar.

Although he could not see the situation in the capital.

He could clearly feel that the "Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation" had encountered unprecedented obstruction.

He slammed his hand on the Dragon throne he was sitting on, and the throne instantly shattered.

He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of fiery red Demon blood, which condensed in the air without dispersing.

Finally, it merged into that nearly shattered blood-colored eyeball.

"Break for this seat!"

The Demon Emperor let out a sharp shout, and the blood-colored eyeball suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, eerie radiance.

The remaining runes on it seemed to have been injected with life, flowing again.

Above the capital, the blood-colored beam that had originally been curbed suddenly erupted again under the re-infusion of the Demon Emperor's true body.

The blood-colored runes on it instantly solidified.

Countless Yao Race soul phantoms twisted and wailed within the beam of light.

Emitting even more extreme resentment and killing intent.

Boom! Crack!

The golden dragon of dynastys fortune let out a painful cry.

Its massive body began to crack inch by inch under the impact of the blood-colored beam.

The golden scales fell like raindrops, dissipating into specks of flowing light.