Devil Ancestor's Strike Wounds Three Ancestors!

The Three Clan Chiefs exchanged glances, seeing only sorrow and regret in each other's eyes.

For the sake of that illusory position of overlord, they had not only dragged their clans into the abyss but also invited boundless karmic debt.

Now, with less than one-tenth of their original numbers remaining, the three clans could not withstand the backlash of this karma.

The lingering souls of their fallen warriors were being entangled by karmic debt, making even the hope of resurrection from the River of Time in the future a luxury.

"Cease fire! Cease fire immediately!" Ancestral Dragon forced himself upright despite his injuries, roaring at the remnants of the Dragon Clan.

First Qilin and Primordial Phoenix also spoke at the same time, their voices laced with urgency.

But just then, a streak of black light suddenly shot out from the depths of the void.

Its speed broke through the limits of the Time Law, exploding right before the Three Clan Chiefs!

The black light contained dense Slaughter Law and demonic flames.

In their prime, they might have dodged it, but now, with less than one-tenth of their strength remaining, they didn't even have time to react.

"Pfft!" Ancestral Dragon was sent flying by the shockwave, golden dragon blood spraying everywhere.

His already broken dragon horns shattered another piece, and his dragon body crashed to the ground, crushing a stretch of damaged spirit veins.

Primordial Phoenix's left wing was scorched by the demonic flames, her feathers instantly turning to ash, revealing blackened, charred flesh. The pain made her tremble all over.

First Qilin's Xuanhuang Battle Armor shattered inch by inch, and a wound deep enough to reveal bone appeared on his chest. Xuanhuang Origin Power leaked out through the wound, and his aura weakened in an instant.

All three let out agonized roars. Ancestral Dragon's roar was low and thunderous, cracking the ground beneath him.

Primordial Phoenix's cry was sharp and piercing, throwing the surrounding Fire Attribute Spiritual Energy into chaos.

First Qilin's roar was heavy as a bell, sending ripples through the void itself.

"Chieftain!" Seeing their leaders gravely wounded, the remnants of the three clans instantly sobered up. They stopped their slaughter and, ignoring their own injuries, gathered around their respective chieftains.

A small dragon, barely at the Golden Immortal level, used its tiny body to shield Ancestral Dragon, trembling all over but staring fixedly at the void.

Several Fire Phoenixes formed a circle, protecting the severely injured Primordial Phoenix in the center, using their remaining flames to create a barrier.

A few Qilins released an earthen barrier, covering First Qilin within it.

Their own condition was just as dire. Most Dragon Clan members had broken claws.

The Phoenix Clan had few fire feathers left, and the Qilin Clan had lost most of their scales. Their overall combat power was less than one-tenth of their peak.

On the other side of the void, dozens of powerful auras suddenly descended—Golden Immortals of the Origin from the Demon Race. Their demonic flames were restrained, not yet unleashed.

Some toyed with spiked demon blades, while others released faint black demonic patterns, silently suppressing the spiritual energy circulation of the three clans' remnants.

This made it difficult for the already weakened clan members to even breathe.

"Luohu! Show yourself!" Ancestral Dragon forced himself to stand despite his weakness, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

He finally understood. The war between the three clans had been a trap all along.

Those so-called pieces of evidence were too coincidental. Those instigating rumors were too precise.

Even the spirit veins the three clans had stockpiled had been unknowingly corrupted by demonic energy. No wonder their clansmen grew more frenzied the longer they fought—it was all the Demon Race's scheme!

Primordial Phoenix and First Qilin also looked toward the void, their eyes filled with regret.

If they hadn't been blinded by ambition and failed to notice these anomalies, they wouldn't have fallen into the trap, nor would they have brought their clans to the brink of extinction.

"As expected of Ancestral Dragon, sharp as ever." A mocking voice came from the void as Luohu slowly emerged, clad in a black robe.

Not a trace of demonic flame leaked from his body, but in his pitch-black eyes lurked a desire that could devour everything.

Behind him, dozens of Demon Race Golden Immortals of the Origin stood in a line.

The pressure radiating from their bodies intertwined, pressing even the calamity clouds in the sky lower.

Some of the experts deliberately released killing intent, grating on the nerves of the three clans' remnants.

Further back, tens of millions of Demon Race soldiers stood in formation. Golden Immortals were as numerous as ants, while the auras of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals rose and fell in waves.

The demon soldiers' weapons gleamed coldly as they stomped in unison, cracking the ground of Cangwu Plain.

Seeing this murderous Demon Race army, Ancestral Dragon and the other two turned pale.

They could barely protect themselves now, let alone their clans.

But even so, they would not give up. They were, after all, the overlords of the Primordial Wilderness's three great clans. Even if they fell, they would die spectacularly, buying their clansmen a sliver of hope.

"You think you broken remnants can resist me?"

Luohu sneered, then suddenly turned his gaze toward the direction of the Chaotic Space.

"Hongjun, Yang Mei, how long do you plan to hide? You've been watching the show from behind long enough. Time to come out."

As his words fell, four figures stepped out of the void—Hongjun, Yang Mei, Old Ancestor Qiankun, and Old Ancestor Yin Yang.

The moment they appeared, they simultaneously activated their laws.

Yang Mei's Space Law transformed into countless cyan light threads, weaving an impenetrable spatial barrier. The threads grazed the void, leaving behind fine Space Rifts.

Old Ancestor Yin Yang's Yin Yang Two Qi swirled and flowed, forming a black-and-white law barrier. Where the two qi merged, they constantly devoured the surrounding demonic energy.

Old Ancestor Qiankun's Qiankun Law condensed into a Xuanhuang Great Seal, engraved with patterns of mountains and rivers, suppressing the spatial fluctuations around them.

The moment the great seal descended, the cracks in the ground were forcibly pressed shut.

Hongjun then offered up the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, golden Dao Patterns spreading outward to link the Law Powers of the four together.

Four layers of Law stacked, forming a seal that even a Golden Immortal of the Origin could not break through.

Space Rifts spread along the edges of the Law, and several nearby stars were instantly devoured by the rifts, collapsing into Stardust that scattered across the Law barrier, only to be purified in an instant by the golden Dao Patterns.

"Luohu, you act against the natural order, using the Primordial Wilderness as nourishment to grow your demonic path. Today is your end!"

Old Ancestor Qiankun spoke coldly, the pressure from the Xuanhuang Great Seal growing heavier, the air around the seal compressed into liquid.

"Sealing space?" Luohu laughed, his laughter growing more arrogant.

"You think this can trap This Ancestor? The ones who should fall today are you!"

As his words fell, four pitch-black longswords suddenly appeared in the void.

The Immortal Slaying Sword, the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, the Trapping Immortal Sword, and the Absolute Immortal Sword radiated an overwhelming aura.

The sword bodies were covered in Slaughter runes, the aura of Chaos Origin interwoven with demonic flames, and black liquid dripped from the blades.

That was the blood essence of Innate Beings used to forge the swords earlier. Then, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation Diagram flew out, black formation lines spreading like a spiderweb, linking the four swords together.

"Buzz--!" The Slaughter Law erupted violently, clashing fiercely with the Laws of Hongjun's group!

Black Slaughter Dao Patterns clashed with golden Dao Patterns, cyan spatial threads, black-and-white Yin-Yang energy, and Xuanhuang Qiankun force, all tearing at each other.

The starry sky trembled, and tens of thousands of surrounding stars continuously shattered amid the Law bombardment, fragments raining down like meteor showers across the Primordial Wilderness.

Crashing into mountains, they sparked raging fires; crashing into oceans, they raised towering waves ten thousand zhang high.

"Not good!" Hongjun, Yang Mei, Yin-Yang, and Qiankun all cried out in unison.

Especially Hongjun—he finally understood where the unease in his heart came from.