295: The tragedy of the demon race! The prelude to the human race's dominance!

On another corner of the battlefield.

Lin Yan and the other Human Race powerhouses all turned their gazes, looking towards that chaotic battlefield that resembled the aftermath of a cataclysmic collapse.

Space was shattered into countless tiny fragments, cracks crisscrossed and spread, chaotic currents surged like raging torrents, wildly churning and roaring as if to devour everything between heaven and earth, yet struggled in vain amidst the endless brokenness, unable to mend the bottomless wound.

Ou Mo stood alone within it, his slender figure upright like an ancient pine, the black greatsword in his hand resembling the fangs of a primordial Vicious Beast, its black blade light flickering and pulsing, blood slowly dripping from its tip.

Across from him.

The first and second Immortal Kings of the Yao Race, Li Heng and Qiu Hen, their former nobility and majesty had now completely vanished.

Their robes were torn to shreds, their hair was disheveled and messy, and an aura of utter wretchedness and despair permeated their entire beings.

"Haha... hahaha... HAHAHAHA..."

A burst of maniacal laughter, sorrowful to the extreme, spilled from their dry, blood-cracked lips.

That laughter echoed incessantly within the shattered and broken space, every sound like a mournful elegy played by fate, chilling the hearts and souls of those who heard it, as if they were being dragged into an abyss of endless despair.

"Ancient Ancestor! Ancient Ancestor!!"

"Where exactly are you? Why, at this moment of life and death for the Yao Race, do you still refuse to show yourself!!!"

"The Yao Race... the Yao Race is about to be annihilated!!!"

Their hoarse, desperate cries were as if trying to tear a gap through the endless Chaos itself, to seek a glimpse of that elusive, shadowless dawn of salvation.

Yet deep in their hearts, they knew full well that all of this was nothing but a futile effort.

Because they knew, with the Ancient Ancestor's capabilities, if he could come, he would have surely come long ago!

At the same time.

In a dark place where time and space were in disarray, akin to the Nine Nether Purgatory.

Five figures stood quietly in a row, their gazes all fixed intently on the scene depicted before them.

Among them, an old man in purple robes had his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he wanted to crush the air of this dark place into dust.

Tears of blood rolled uncontrollably down his furrowed cheeks, his lips trembled slightly, each tremor seeming to whisper endless regret and self-blame, as he murmured softly.

"Li Heng... Qiu Hen..."

"It is I, this great sinner, who has failed you!"

"It is I, this incompetent and cowardly Ancient Ancestor, who has personally pushed the Yao Race into this abyss of eternal damnation..."

As soon as the words fell.

He suddenly raised his head like a frenzied beast, his eyes dyed a thick crimson, locking fiercely onto the cold, indifferent man with silver hair dancing lightly in the wind not far away.

"Si Hongyi!!!"

This roar seemed capable of shaking this dark place into dust.

He was about to step forward, but in an instant... "Hmph!"

A cold snort pierced through the layered barriers of time and space, abruptly sounding.

It was like a world-destroying divine thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens crashing down, shaking this dark space like a startled bird, trembling as if doomsday had arrived.

Immediately after, an invisible, mighty force, like the wrath of heaven and earth descending, slammed down upon the Demon Race Ancient Ancestor's body like a primordial Immortal Mountain.

Boom——!

A deafening, dull impact sounded.

The Demon Race Ancient Ancestor's body instantly turned into a mist of blood, wantonly spreading through the darkness, dazzling and tragic.

Witnessing such a miserable sight.

The Ancient Ancestors of the other Four Races all showed expressions of being unable to bear the sight, turning their heads away one after another.

Their hearts felt as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a sense of 'when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves' welling up within them like a surging tide... The scene drifted back like a ghostly phantom to the starry battlefield permeated with the pungent smell of blood.

Naturally, neither the Human Race nor the Yao Race knew of the tragic play being enacted in that dark, desolate place.

In the distance, the sounds of clashing weapons from Xuanqing Pass grew increasingly fierce and violent.

Every violent collision of weapon and wall was like the tolling of a death knell for the gates of Hell.

The vast, boundless army continuously let out deafening roars.

Under the watchful eyes of Lin Yan and the other Human Race powerhouses.

Ou Mo raised high the greatsword in his hand, the sword that at this moment adjudicated life and death, and without hesitation, swung it down towards Li Heng and Qiu Hen, who had lost the ability to resist and were like lambs to the slaughter.

In that instant.

It was hard to distinguish whether it was the black flash of the blade or a spatial rift caused by the impact of power that flashed by.

The bodies of Li Heng and Qiu Hen fell like withered leaves in the wind, splashing up a shocking spray of blood.

Against the backdrop of the starry sky, it appeared exceptionally poignant and magnificent, narrating the end of an era and the sorrow of a race.

These two Old Ancestors of the Yao Race, once so awe-inspiring and majestic in the starry sky, now resembled puppets with their strings cut, having lost all vitality and spirit.

Their bodies plummeted heavily towards the deep starry sky, crashing onto a spatial barrier formed by a single thought, emitting a dull echo, with no further signs of life.

In their eyes, traces of despair and unwillingness towards the fate of the Yao Race still remained.

It was a longing for past glories, a reluctance to part with future hopes, but under the cold, merciless blade light, all emotions were forever frozen, all brilliance dimmed and vanished.

Ou Mo took a deep breath and suddenly raised the blood-stained greatsword in his hand.

For a moment, the entire starry sky seemed to have been muted by an invisible hand, plunging into a deathly silence.

In the blink of an eye, this silence was utterly replaced by a frenzy as surging and violent as a volcanic eruption!

"ROAR!"

Martial Artists possessing the power to traverse the starry sky roared and surged out from Xuanqing Pass like beasts unleashed from a cage, filled with boundless power and pride.

Behind them, dense formations of Warships followed closely, like a dark cloud blotting out the sky.

Without any need for verbal communication, everyone's faces were flushed with the color of extreme frenzy.

Their flushed faces were like burning sunset clouds, radiating fervent passion and excitement.

Under such a soul-stirring, magnificent spectacle.

Even the usually dignified and solemn Human Race Quasi-Emperors, Great Emperors, and True Immortals found it hard to suppress their inner excitement. Disregarding their usual reserved demeanor, they all raised their heads and roared towards the vast starry sky.

It was a bone-deep, extreme excitement, an emotional release filled with boundless imagination and longing for the future.

Because in each of their hearts, it was as clear as a mirror.

After this battle, the heavy crises that had hung over the Human Race like gloomy clouds in the past would all be completely blown away at this moment, like morning mist dissipating under the sun's rays, vanishing without a trace.

What would unfold before them.

Would be a magnificent and grand chapter belonging to the Human Race's path to dominating the starry sky alone.

It was a brand new era, an era filled with infinite possibilities and hope, just like the slowly rising morning sun, gradually unveiling its magnificent and splendid prelude.

Slap——!

A strong, warm hand patted Lin Yan on the shoulder. "Thank you."

Lin Yan turned his head slightly.

He saw two clear tears silently tracing down the exquisitely handsome face of Donggong Li.

Lin Yan's lips trembled slightly as he softly called out.

"Revered Master..."