It Seems I Must Cling Tightly to the Big Shot's Thigh

Just as the four were resisting the baleful aura, a strange sensation descended upon them. They felt as if some illusory yet real presence had manifested, but they could neither see nor touch it. Even the God-Slaying Spear's earth-shaking killing intent could not trace its source.

Sensing the pervasive aura of the Time Law around him, Hong Jun sighed helplessly, then raised the Jade Creation Disc and joined the fray.

Earlier, Hong Jun had been coasting along. Only when he saw the other three about to collapse did he make his move, unhurriedly.

The Jade Creation Disc flew above them all, wisps of pure energy drifting from it to form a clear, open space that dispelled the Time Law's essence from the area.

But before Hong Jun could continue his techniques, the pure energy cascading from the Disc was devoured by an overwhelmingly dense force of devouring, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, a devouring force suddenly emerged in the surrounding world.

Hong Jun and the other three sensed something was wrong, but before they could react, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qiankun, and the other were instantly struck down with severe injuries.

In the nick of time, Hong Jun quickly used the Jade Creation Disc to rescue the three.

"Three fellow Daoists, are you alright?"

How could they possibly be alright?

At this moment, the three had pale faces and withered auras, clearly drained of Mana.

Hong Jun also looked pale, appearing as if his Mana was exhausted as he gazed at the three (of course, he was faking it).

Ancestor Qiankun and the other two harbored no suspicion, shaking their heads with bitter expressions.

They knew in their hearts that their Mana was spent, even their origins were damaged. Today, they would likely perish here.

Hong Jun looked toward Rahula: "Rahula, I truly did not expect your cultivation to have reached such a level. It seems the soaring blood and baleful energy from provoking the War of the Three Tribes has greatly benefited you!"

"Hahaha, naturally! I must thank the blood and baleful energy of the War of the Three Tribes. My cultivation is just one step away from achieving the Grand Golden Immortal of Primordial Unity. Today is the day of your deaths, four of you. But rest assured, you won't die in vain. Your cultivation, your origins, and your treasures will all be devoured by me, helping me take that final step! Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Hong Jun and the three on the brink of doom—Ancestor Qiankun and the others—had faces so dark they could drip water, their expressions utterly grim.

Of course, Hong Jun's grimness was all an act. He was not afraid of Rahula in the slightest.

At that moment, Ancestor Qiankun and the other two exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's intent.

They knew in their hearts that they could not escape death this time. Coupled with Rahula's demonic arts constantly disturbing their minds and hearing his arrogant words, they fell into despair.

Finally, the three decided to join forces and self-detonate.

"Fellow Daoist, remember to avenge us!" With those words, the three charged toward Rahula.

Hong Jun sensed the violent fluctuations in their Mana, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, merely watching them rush at Rahula.

"Charging at me empty-handed? You're just courting death!"

Rahula looked at the three severely wounded men and sneered contemptuously.

In his arrogance, he didn't even bother to defend, directly swinging the God-Slaying Spear to finish them in one move. Unfortunately, his arrogance would cost him dearly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rumble!

The self-detonation of three peak Quasi-Sage powerhouses—the force was truly earth-shattering.

Even though they were already severely wounded, burning their origins unleashed power that even a Sage would need to defend against carefully, for these three had once been Chaos Demon Gods.

The massive explosion directly blasted Rahula into severe injury. The God-Slaying Spear's light dimmed, and the radiance of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords also weakened considerably. The formation could no longer hold under the blast's force and dissipated instantly. In the critical moment, Rahula hastily summoned the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus to protect himself, barely escaping death.

Hong Jun gazed at the three who had perished, silently collecting the supreme treasures they left behind, then looked at the severely wounded Rahula.

By now, Rahula had pushed his demonic arts to the limit, shrinking the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to protect himself. He turned to absorb the spiritual energy of the entire Western region to replenish his consumption and heal.

This brutal battle in the West also drew the attention of other powerhouses.

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun, three young men sat facing each other, slowly opening their eyes at the violent tremors.

"What's happening? Could another powerhouse be fighting?"

"Second brother, this tremor is even more intense than the War of the Three Tribes last time. But it seems quite far from us."

"Junior brothers, don't be distracted. This conflict seems not to be in the East; no need to mind it. Our cultivation is at a critical juncture; we cannot slack off."

"Mm!"

"Understood!"

At the Jade Pool on the other side of Kunlun, a noble and elegant goddess opened her phoenix eyes, glanced toward the West, then quickly closed them again.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan at Mount Buzhou also looked toward the West. First, surprise showed on their faces, then they relaxed and continued their deep cultivation.

Others, upon sensing the disturbance was in the West, also stopped paying attention.

But at this moment, two figures in the West were in a sorry state.

As soon as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation moved, two figures quickly hid themselves.

They were none other than the two future thick-skinned Western Sages, Zhun Ti and Jie Yin.

Seeing the Devil Ancestor and the other four begin their battle, they quickly burrowed deep underground, who knew how many miles down.

When Ancestor Qiankun and the other two self-destructed, the entire Western lands trembled violently, and those two burrowed who knew how many miles deeper.

Even so, they still felt unsafe, clinging tightly to each other.

"Elder Brother Jie Yin! Who were those people? Truly terrifying!"

"Yes, Junior Brother Zhun Ti! I wonder what the West has become by now?"

"Too dreadful!"

"Indeed, far too dreadful."

The two embraced, still trembling with fear, their thin frames shaking uncontrollably.

Even so, Jie Yin secretly worried about what those figures had turned the West into.

At the halfway point of Mount Buzhou, perhaps Nuwa was too deeply immersed in her insights to notice any disturbance.

But Liu Feng sensed it—after all, that was a peak Quasi-Saint self-destruction, no simple matter. It was only natural he felt it; in fact, he even felt his own body shake!

Liu Feng: "Damn, the shockwaves from that battle reached all the way here. The Devil Ancestor and the Dao Ancestor are fighting in the West, and I can feel the tremors on Mount Buzhou. That shows just how intense their battle is. No wonder Zhun Ti complained about the West being barren—with fights this violent, it'd be a miracle if it weren't barren!"

Yun Miao: "How is that possible? Are the Dao Ancestor and Devil Ancestor really that powerful now? But they haven't Become Saints yet! No wonder the Heavenly Dao forbids Sages from fighting in the Primordial World. If a peak Quasi-Saint is this terrifying, then how horrifying would a full-force battle between Sages be? Forgive my poor imagination—I can't even picture it!"

Wang Ye: "Sigh, as the saying goes—if you don't Become a Saint, you're nothing but an ant."

The other Group Members also sighed in awe at the Primordial World's ferocity, their longing for greater power growing even stronger.

Their gazes all fell on Liu Feng—perhaps only by clinging to the Big Shot's coattails could they grow stronger.

Of course, they couldn't forget the Card Draw Group either.