287: Shatter the Demon Mountain Again

Rumble—!

A sudden clap of thunder resounded like a tolling bell, drowning out the continuous slaughter in the starry sky.

A supreme aura howled, as if it wanted to crush the very heavens and earth under its majesty.

Black-gold flames, like demonic fires of the apocalypse, swallowed the sky and devoured the earth. Wherever they passed, the galaxy dimmed, instantly dyed into a doomsday scene by this dark-golden fire, as if the Nine Serenities Purgatory had descended upon the mortal world.

Crack... Crack—!

The space surrounding the Demon Mountain was as fragile as thin paper before this power capable of shattering the heavens and rending the earth; it shattered and collapsed piece by piece, letting out spine-chilling wails.

Each crack seemed like a passage to an endless abyss, so deep that the end was invisible. The spatial turbulence escaping from them made this world appear increasingly mysterious and terrifying.

"Early Stage True Immortal! Early Stage Immortal King combat power!!!" Zhong Kun's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "How is this possible?!!!"

His voice was filled with horror, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

However, whether he believed it or not, the great upheaval in the starry sky had already surged forward like a raging torrent, unstoppable.

Before the Demon Mountain.

At the intersection of the terrified gazes of countless Yao Race Martial Artists, Lin Yan stood proudly.

With a simple raise of his hand and a slight spread of his five fingers, he seemed to hold the power over life, death, and Reincarnation in this world.

Buzz—!

In an instant, the colors of the world changed, and the winds and clouds swirled backward.

Countless halberd shadows emerged out of thin air, dense and numerous, blotting out the sky like a forest of steel forged from death.

Every halberd shadow flickered with a bone-chilling cold light. Just staring at them made one feel an icy chill invade the depths of their Soul, as if locked onto by the gaze of the God of Death.

This...!

Before the Yao Race soldiers on the Demon Mountain could react, Lin Yan's slightly spread fingers suddenly clenched tight, as if crushing the trajectory of fate itself.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!

The sky full of halberd shadows, like meteors chasing the moon, carried violent and peerless power. They pierced through the turbulent air currents caused by the spatial collapse and shot straight toward the Demon Mountain.

In an instant.

Boom—!

A massive explosion, like the roar of the Universe's beginning, shook the entire starry sky violently. It seemed unable to bear the burden, yet also seemed to kneel in submission before this power.

The Demon Mountain, pierced by the halberd shadows, instantly transformed into a blindingly brilliant star, erupting with a light so dazzling that one couldn't keep their eyes open.

Then, in the vast starry sky, it suddenly exploded.

Amidst the light were the screams and despair of countless Yao Race soldiers.

Before this world-destroying power, they were as fragile as ants, instantly turning into dust and vanishing into the endless Universe.

The few Great Emperors and Quasi-Emperors were like mantises trying to stop a carriage before this absolute power. They couldn't resist in the slightest and could only follow the Demon Mountain into the abyss of destruction, becoming a speck of dust in the world.

Lin Yan finished all this with an air of ease, as if he had merely flicked his fingers.

He didn't even glance at the fragments of the Demon Mountain gradually disappearing as space healed. He turned around unhurriedly, his eyes like deep, cold stars, calmly piercing through the endless emptiness.

"Guessed it?"

The voice was not loud, but it was like a bolt from the blue, piercing straight through Zhong Kun's mind and making his Soul tremble slightly.

"You...!" Zhong Kun subconsciously took a step back. His lips parted slightly, but his throat felt choked, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Guessed it? It was more than just guessing!

From the moment Lin Yan appeared in such a stunning manner, all the causes and effects were laid bare as if sorted by an invisible hand.

The Human Race's so-called plans, conspiracies, and foundations now seemed like ethereal mist—absurd and ridiculous!

The Dominator behind all this was actually the Human Race's Supreme One whom they had tried every possible means to hunt—Lin Yan!

From the moment he emerged at Xuanqing Pass, sweeping through the saints with invincible posture and boldly pursuing Quasi-Emperors, the Five Races had unknowingly stepped into the web meticulously woven by this twenty-one-year-old youth.

He accurately calculated that they would come in full force, so he decisively left for Chixuan Pass, where he set off a shocking transformation.

Then, he took advantage of the momentum to push forward, aggressively striking into the Yao Race and throwing their Alliance into massive turmoil.

Finally, he timed it perfectly. Just as the Yao Race was rushing back to defend, he skillfully withdrew and returned to Xuanqing Pass.

He intended to keep this army of theirs permanently in this place of conflict, thereby forcibly tearing a massive gap in the Human Race's desperate situation to turn the tide, transforming a disadvantage into an advantage.

Thinking of this, two questions still circled in Zhong Kun's mind, leaving him utterly baffled.

First, the speed of Lin Yan's strength improvement! It was too inconceivable!

Second, the Human Race must have other hidden experts; otherwise, relying solely on the strength Lin Yan currently displayed, it would be far from enough to deal with the two-race coalition at Chixuan Pass!

Forget that great battle; even now, wanting to keep all of them here was beyond his capability!

At the very least, with his own abilities, retreating unscathed would not be difficult.

So, after that split second of thought.

While Zhong Kun did his best to spread his Divine Thought like a fine spider web to cover every inch of the area, his eyes remained fixed on Lin Yan, who stood proudly under the starry sky.

"You..."

He had just uttered one word and hadn't finished.

"You what?" Ou Mo's flickering figure had already caught up behind him. "Come and fight!"

At the same time.

Lin Yan, who had already seen through Zhong Kun's thoughts, curled his lips into a faint smile. His figure, like light smoke brushed by a breeze, slowly vanished from the spot.

"Think about it slowly."

Zhong Kun, instantly understanding his intention, had a drastic change of expression, looking extremely grim.

However, under Ou Mo's explosive attacks that came like a storm, he had no time to spare. He could only suppress the panic in his heart, turn around quickly, and meet the attack with all his might.

Boom—!

The collision was once again an even match.

Zhong Kun immediately tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly wanting to burn a hole through the void.

"Lin Yan!!! How dare you!!!"

On the other side of the Land of Nothingness.

The True Immortal battlefield.

Boom—!

A sea of black-gold fire swept through like a surging tide, and a supreme aura suddenly descended like Mount Tai pressing down.

The several True Immortals of the Spirit Race, who were in a fierce battle with the Human Race True Immortals, felt this aura. Their faces instantly turned bloodless, as pale as leftover winter snow.

How could they not know the situation over at the Demon Mountain?

It was just that everything happened too fast!

So fast that they didn't have time to make any reaction. Even if their strength was sufficient, they were completely helpless in this rapidly changing situation.

Therefore, only one thought flashed through their minds: they desperately hoped their Old Ancestor could restrain Lin Yan.

But reality is always so cruel.

Just as this thought of theirs surfaced, Lin Yan had already found them...