218: Chapter 218: Blood Raven: We're running away, brothers!

The 900,000-meter-tall End Mother Tree officially unleashed its legendary aura.

A dark gold and profound iron-colored halo centered around the main trunk of the Mother Tree and expanded outward.

It swept across every inch of land in the Wasteland Divine Domain, rushed up into the Nine Heavens, and crashed against the spatial crystal wall, forming an inverted Chaos-colored dome.

[End Field] erupted at full power.

Blood Crow stood in mid-air, and his figure sank.

An irresistible power of rules pressed down on his shoulders.

The operation of his Demigod Rank 7 Divine Power became sluggish, and waves of sharp pain came from his Meridians.

The 200 million grand army below felt it even more intuitively.

The Six-Armed Blood-Striped Apes let out a collective wail.

The power of Blood Qi was forcibly suppressed, and their eight-meter-tall, burly bodies visibly hunched over.

All attributes were forcibly reduced by thirty percent.

Even more fatal was the loss of vitality.

Wisps of red mist overflowed from the pores of Blood Crow's grand army.

They converged into streams of blood, flowing upstream and entirely submerging into the Demon Tree root system deep underground.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Blood Crow's eye corners twitched wildly as he gripped the Nine-Skull Blood Staff.

Responding to him were the miserable screams of his dependents.

Under the ravages of the Demon Tree, Blood Crow's 200 million elite army was reduced to lambs waiting to be slaughtered as they shuttled between the branches of the legendary Mother Tree.

Every second, hundreds of thousands of dependents died, and their flesh, Soul, and energy all transformed into nourishment for the Mother Tree.

"Bastard!" Blood Crow roared out loud.

He could not accept that his accumulated family fortune was being harvested so casually like this.

He raised the Nine-Skull Blood Staff, releasing the Divine Might of a Demigod Rank 7.

"Blood Prison Pagoda!"

A blood-colored crack split open in the sky.

A nine-story pagoda, 10,000 zhang tall and cast from countless bones and fresh blood, plummeted down, smashing towards the rampaging Demon Tree branches below.

The pagoda suppressed downward, and hundreds of Demon Tree branches were smashed into pieces.

Dark gold metallic sap splattered everywhere.

Before Blood Crow even had a chance to catch his breath, the earth shook even more violently.

At the fractured ends of the smashed branches, Chaos Qi surged.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of even thicker new branches grew out.

They surged upward, tightly wrapping around the 10,000-zhang-tall Blood Prison Pagoda.

The Law of Gold and Stone erupted.

The bark on the surface of the branches became harder than Astral Essence Gold.

Accompanied by bursts of friction sounds, countless cracks were squeezed onto the surface of the 10,000-zhang pagoda, which ultimately could not bear the weight as a rain of blood fell all over the sky.

Blood Crow suffered a backlash from his divine art, felt a sweetness in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of divine blood.

He discovered in horror that the divine blood he spat out hadn't even hit the ground yet.

Before it could, its energy was sucked dry by the omnipresent End Field, turning it into a pinch of ashes.

He looked down at his hands and found that a trace of subtle wrinkles had actually appeared on his once-plump skin.

Vitality was draining away, and even the Physical Body of a Demigod Rank 7 could not be exempt.

Just as Blood Crow lost his composure, countless roars came from ahead in the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The Nether River boiled once more.

The Bone Fish and Liquid Metal Crabs, which had previously been forced to retreat after part of their river water was evaporated by the high temperature of Blood Crow's army, made a comeback.

Lin Yuan's divine oracle resounded in their minds.

"Let loose and feast to your heart's content."

The Sea and Sky Tribes, who had originally evacuated the battlefield and accumulated a bellyful of anger, went completely wild the instant they received the divine oracle!

Tens of millions of Bone Fish rushed over, rapidly converging in mid-air.

The clicking sounds of bone friction resounded across the entire battlefield.

Under the traction of Death Qi, tens of millions of Bone Fish connected their bone spikes, spliced their spines, and fused their skulls.

In just a few seconds, super skeletal giant whales with body lengths exceeding 10,000 meters emerged into the world.

Two dark blue Soul fires with a diameter of 100 meters burned in the eye sockets of the giant whales.

Swinging their massive skeletal tails, they whipped pitch-black cracks into space.

The giant whales opened their abyss-like giant mouths, aiming at the Blood-Transforming Sorcerer army formation below, and spewed a black waterfall mixed with Death Qi and Extremely Heavy Water.

Wherever the waterfall passed—

The protective blood shields propped up by millions of Blood-Transforming Sorcerers were instantly crushed.

The Extremely Heavy Water smashed their Physical Body into meat paste, while the Death Qi directly corroded their Soul.

On the ground, tens of millions of Liquid Metal Crabs surged forward like a black tide.

Their bodies were covered in the same fluid dark gold armor as the Tyrant Demons.

An Epic-tier Bone-Refining Blood Guard swung a large saber and chopped onto the back of a Liquid Metal Crab.

The armor dented, and the kinetic energy was absorbed.

The next second, a pillar of thunder light popped out from the back of the Liquid Metal Crab, blasting the Blood Guard into charcoal.

The Liquid Metal Crabs waved their huge double pincers, charging into the formation of the Swamp Mud Demons.

The giant pincers clamped onto the rolling bodies of the Mud Demons, and the liquid metal armor released a terrifyingly high temperature, directly baking dry the moisture inside the Mud Demons' bodies.

Afterwards, the Liquid Metal Crabs stuffed the shriveled Mud Demons into their mouths and feasted heartily.

At the wounds, sickly green venom and miniature spores splashed everywhere.

A large-scale ulceration and plague erupted once again within Blood Crow's grand army.

In the sky, lead-gray clouds rolled and surged.

One million Mutated Magic Vultures and Magic Blade Bats returned after leaving.

Their eyes were filled with the anger of being driven away and the desire to feed.

The Magic Vulture flock swooped down, extending the deformed bone arms on their abdomens.

A Transcendent Tier Demon Vulture directly tore open the chest of a Purgatory Corpse Hound, pulled out the beating black heart, and swallowed it with its head tilted back.

The Magic Blade Bats shuttled through the shadows.

They used [True Illusion] to interfere with the enemy's perception. Every time they drilled out of the shadows, four bone blades would definitely take away a head.

The entire battlefield turned into a large-scale slaughterhouse.

The Sea and Sky Tribes pushed their [Mimicry] talent to the extreme.

They spewed thunder, released heavy water, manipulated Death Qi, detonated the Void Realm, and spread plagues...

Every dependent was like a stitched-together monster patched with countless perverted skills.

They fought while eating, not letting a single mouthful go, chewing even the enemy's bone scraps to pieces before swallowing them down.

Blood Crow looked at the horrifying scene below, his brain going completely blank.

His 200 million grand army was being frantically nibbled on like a buffet by a group of "cannon fodder" in his eyes.

He tried to mobilize his Divine Power to rescue them, but the Demon Tree's branches were like maggots on a tarsal bone, biting onto him stubbornly and refusing to let go.

Every collision consumed a massive amount of his Divine Power, while the End Field was still draining his vitality.

"We can't drag this out anymore." Blood Crow gritted his teeth, preparing to unleash his trump card and forcibly tear open a path of survival.

Just at this moment, three terrifying auras far surpassing the Sea and Sky Tribes soared into the sky from three different directions of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

At the edge of the New Continent.

Beneath a 100,000-meter-tall Mutated Demon Tree sub-tree, the Zerg base camp boiled with activity.

The Zerg King had now reached twelve wings, hovering in mid-air.

Deep blue Void Realm patterns flowed across the surface of its carapace, and its aura was profound and terrifying.

Behind it was a dense, sky-covering Zerg grand army.

The Formless Source Insectss, which had already completed four adaptations, had shrunk to a size of three meters, and every single one of them emitted Transcendent Tier aura fluctuations.

Mad Sickle Shadow Blade Beetles, Nether-Uranium Heavy Armor Beetles, Corrosive Poison Burst Beasts, Psionic Plasma Bugs...

All major branches had finished assembling.

The Zerg King's compound eyes rotated, looking towards the direction of the Central Basin.

A strong sense of crisis rose in its heart.

Those trash from the Sea and Sky Tribes actually dared to grab a meal before them.

The Dominator's gaze must be entirely focused over there right now.

The Zerg were the backbone of the Wasteland Divine Domain!

The Zerg King raised its head and let out a silent Soul roar towards the sky.

Its twelve insect wings vibrated once.

Hundreds of millions of Zerg grand army condensed into a cloud of insects, tearing through the air and charging towards the battlefield.

The Extreme North.

The continuous volcanic groups ushered in a massive eruption at the same time.

Over ten thousand blackish-cyan magma columns soared into the sky, dyeing half the sky into a doomsday-like dark red.

The Fire Spirit grand army walked through the air.

Their auras connected into one piece, forming a moving sea of fire.

The high temperature of Karmic Fire mixed with cold poison, and before it even descended upon the battlefield, it already caused a large number of Blood-Transforming Sorcerers to have splitting headaches.

Even their own Primordial Spirits faintly began to burn with a few wisps of black smoke!

The Central Basin.

The most terrifying aura awoke here.

From within the illusory gates of the 20,000 World Nests, a pair of 10,000-meter-long metal wings slowly tore the world barrier to pieces.

The Tyrant.

Its normal height had now broken through 1,000 meters, successfully crossing that threshold and officially stepping into the Epic tier.

The Tyrant waved its arms.

The [Titan] and [Shadow Lurker] dual Domains achieved perfect Fusion.

Centered around it, the space within a radius of tens of thousands of meters instantly collapsed.

One half was an absolute gravitational black hole from which no creature could escape.

The other half was a bizarre shadow world, from which countless tentacles and claws reached out.

The Tyrant raised its head, looking at the distant battlefield. It let out an angry roar that shook the entire divine Domain.

Inside and outside the basin, more than 20 million Tyrant Demons responded in unison.

The Void Wings behind them unfolded simultaneously.

Directly crossing spatial dimensions, they descended towards the direction of the battlefield.

Sky, earth, Void Realm.

Zerg, Fire Spirits, Tyrant Demons.

Three world-destroying auras firmly locked onto this battlefield.

Blood Crow stood in mid-air, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He perceived these three auras.

The intensity of each aura was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than the Sea and Sky Tribes currently attacking his army before him!

He finally realized a cruel fact.

These Sea and Sky Tribes before him were merely the lowest-end existences within this divine Domain.

The true elites, the true monsters, were only just starting to deploy.

Blood Crow laboriously raised his head, his gaze piercing through the Void Realm to look at the expressionless young man deep in the sky with his hands in his pockets.

In Blood Crow's eyes, Lin Yuan's image had changed.

He was no longer a green freshman from Starry Sky University, nor was he a lucky person who obtained a divine Domain by relying on luck.

He was an ancient abyss god draped in human skin.

A ruthless Creator sitting atop a throne, coldly watching Mortals struggle.

Blood Crow's psychological defense line completely collapsed.

He turned cowardly.

Having wandered the chaotic Star Domain for ten years, what he relied on was his sense of danger and his decisive tail-docking to survive.

Although these dependent armies before him were elite, in his divine Domain with billions of population—

It didn't quite hurt his bones; at most, it just scraped off a layer of flesh.

As long as the divine fire was not extinguished and the core remained, the army could still breed back.

Remaining here any longer meant certain death.

"Retreat!" Blood Crow bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a large mouthful of divine blood rich in the power of Origin.

The divine blood burned in mid-air, forming a black scroll.

The scroll unfolded, forcibly tearing open a spatial rift that could only allow one person to pass through under the blockade of the End Field.

Blood Crow didn't hesitate in the slightest, not even sparing a glance at those dependents who were still struggling bitterly, and directly drilled into the rift.

At the same time, he detonated the edge nodes of the thirty-six divine Domain passages, attempting to cut off the connection between the two divine Domains with this.

"Lin Yuan! I'll remember this debt! You just wait for me!"

On the battlefield, with the 200 million grand army losing the protection of their God Lord, the attacks of the Sea and Sky Tribes became even more unbridled, and their excited roars were continuous.

Deep in the sky.

Watching Blood Crow disappear into the spatial rift, Lin Yuan yawned.

"This grandson runs really fast."

He glanced at the Demon Tree behind him, indicating that he was not in a hurry at all.

Thirty-six divine Domain passages were nailed onto his own divine Domain land.

Even if the formation collapsed unilaterally now, the Origin coordinates and world fluctuations attached to them—

had long been firmly locked down by the End Mother Tree when the [Plane Devouring] trait was activated.

"You can run for the first day, but you can't escape the fifteenth."

The current set of coordinate positioning had already been engraved into the deepest memories of the Demon Tree.

Lin Yuan looked down at the divine Domain dependents crossing the horizon below, eager to kill their way into the battlefield.

The corners of his mouth turned upward as he gently pulled out the plane coordinate column of the divine Domain panel.

A bright red unknown divine Domain positioning was glowing at the very top.

"After finishing this meal..."

"It's time to change to a bigger place for a seat."