Wu Clan Ancestral Hall

After speaking, Yuan Huai used the somewhat damaged banner to burn the last of his blood essence, turning into black mist and slowly vanishing.

Had they still been at their peak, Yun Mo and the others could naturally have stopped him, but their depleted vitality, energy, and spirit could no longer sustain such methods.

Even now, Spacetime Rain had already dissipated. Trading life for life had drained Wu Ling and the two women, leaving their faces pale, though they were still far better off than Yun Mo.

Yun Mo looked at his slightly withered hands with a bitter expression. Only after taking some pills did he recover a little. "That ultimate move works well enough, but it takes far too much out of me. A few more uses, and even my hair might turn white. I still need to find a chance to reach the Sovereign stage."

He looked at Wen Qingxuan and the other two as they came over to support him, took out some pills, and handed them over. "Since we can't stop those members of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, our only option is to reach the Ancestral Hall before they do. There are probably still unknown things in there."

The three nodded and accepted the pills. After staking their lives against the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, they had all but stripped the Evil Clan of its mystique, and no fear remained in their hearts.

"Then let's catch up right now!"

As one side fled and the other pursued, they soon reached the outskirts of the Stone Hall.

Yuan Huai coldly eyed Yun Mo and the others behind him, then decisively led the Personal Guards into the palaces to the right of the Ancestral Hall. Yun Mo and his companions tried to follow, only to discover that the Stone Hall there had already begun turning illusory again.

"To the left!"

Wu Ling spoke quickly. They had begun to understand that the Ancestral Hall was insubstantial. To enter it, they would have to reach it through these Stone Halls.

When the four stepped into the Stone Hall on the left, these Stone Halls also turned illusory, as though everything before them had been nothing more than a mirage.

"Are these... Wu Clan Wu Guards?"

The moment Yun Mo and the others entered the Stone Hall, they saw more than ten thousand puppets before them, none giving off any aura, and could not help exclaiming softly.

The Wu Clan Wu Guards were deceased members of the Wu Clan, transformed through the clan's secret arts to protect their ancestral grounds. This contingent of Wu Guards was likely the Ancestral Hall's guardian force.

These Wu Clan Wu Guards were undoubtedly the first line of defense protecting the Ancestral Hall. Fortunately, they emitted no aura.

Every top power in the Great Thousand World had Battle Array Masters, and the Wu Clan was naturally no exception.

"The exit is over there!" Wu Ling said, pointing behind the Wu Guards.

"Go!"

But just as the four were about to move through the Wu Guards, the guards suddenly shuddered violently, then slowly turned to face them.

Yun Mo and his three companions froze on the spot.

The Wu Guards drew their weapons one after another and pointed them at the intruders.

Then vast battle intent surged from their bodies, forming the remnant of a demonic shadow with only half a body, towering within the hall. Its terrifying might left Yun Mo and the others like a lone boat at sea, about to capsize at any moment.

Their eyelids twitched as they stared at the demonic shadow. They could neither retreat nor advance; they were caught in an utter dilemma.

"What do we do? Force our way through? But we don't know how strong that demonic shadow is." Wu Ling glanced back toward the stone door behind them. It had vanished as soon as they entered.

The Wu Guards could not wield the strength they had possessed in life. They existed purely to gather battle intent.

Yun Mo exhaled and told the three, "If someone were commanding these Wu Guards, we really would have no way out. But right now, they're nothing more than puppet husks. The divine contest laws have done us a favor. However strong their battle intent is, there's a limit to it.

"Wu Ling and I will hold off that battle intent. You two use the opening to destroy the Wu Guards. Once enough of them are gone, their battle intent will naturally weaken. Then we'll seize our chance and rush to the door."

"All right!"

With their plan settled, the four spread out.

A battle halberd and the War Staff appeared in Yun Mo's and Wu Ling's hands, and they charged straight at the demonic shadow, while Wen Qingxuan and Wu Yingying immediately attacked the Wu Guards below.

The towering demonic shadow stared at the two ants before it. As though provoked, it raised its sole arm. Baleful energy gathered there, forming a spear that came crashing down toward Yun Mo and Wu Ling.

A chill gripped both men, body and soul. The difference in their size was simply too enormous.

It was like someone below the Sovereign stage facing a being with a Supreme Dharma Body-the gulf between an ant and a giant elephant.

Fortunately, just as Yun Mo had guessed, the demonic shadow was also constrained by the divine contest laws. The descending spear did not carry the overwhelming force to sweep away everything like rotten wood.

The two raised their weapons, unleashed their blood energy, and met the blow.

Clang!

That single strike blasted both men away, blood spilling from their mouths. Yet a flicker of excitement flashed in their eyes.

"We're all right! We can hold it off! Destroy those Wu Guards as fast as you can!"

The golden spear in Wen Qingxuan's hands never stopped sweeping, while Wu Yingying kept drawing her bowstring.

Roar!

But just as everything was taking a turn for the better, the half-bodied demonic shadow let out a shrill, furious howl, as though staining heaven and earth with sorrow.

With that furious howl, blood-red light appeared in the puppet Wu Guards' eyes. Faced with Yun Mo and the others' intrusion, they began detonating themselves one after another, determined to stop them even at the cost of their lives.

"What... is going on?"

Yun Mo and the others regrouped, spreading a barrier of spiritual energy before them to withstand the Wu Guards' self-destruction. Yet the sorrow emanating from the guards seemed to seep into them, leaving their eyes shaken.

Thud!

At that moment, the demonic shadow turned into a streak of light and pierced their barrier. Under their horrified gazes, it plunged into the space between their brows.

Yun Mo stood motionless. In that instant, he suddenly sensed that the streak of light carried no killing intent. Instead, it was a memory imprint recording the Wu Clan's resistance against the Extraterritorial Evil Clan.

Scene after scene flashed through his consciousness.

The Extraterritorial Evil Clan's invasion had instantly turned the continent of the Wu Clan Ancestral Land into the most perilous battlefield in the Great Thousand World.

Twenty Demon Emperors of the Evil Clan had descended upon it with countless clans, great and small, erupting into an earth-shaking battle with the Wu Clan.

In those scenes, the continent where the Wu Clan lived was utterly shattered. Not one of the clan's already few members retreated. Even the young all fell in pools of blood while fighting the Evil Clan.

Afterward, the dead were transformed into Wu Guards and thrown back onto the battlefield, until every last one was reduced to dust.

But these nearly twenty

Demon Emperors of the Evil Clan were beyond their power to stop. Even with some help from other forces, they remained helpless.

In the end, twelve supreme experts unleashed their final furious roars and disintegrated, turning into stone steles. Drawing on the sealing power of the Twelve Heavens Fiendish God Array, they sealed all the Demon Emperors within the Ancestral Hall, seeking to grind them into oblivion.

And that Ancestral Hall was precisely where Yun Mo now stood.