As the Chi Xiao disappeared, the last remaining wrathful array pattern in the entire world finally broke completely. Rumble—after losing the support of the Wrath and Hatred Heaven-Burning Formation, the entire Southern Region began to tremble violently. Volcanoes collapsed one after another, the scorched earth cracked open, and the crimson-black clouds in the sky quickly dissipated.
Qin Yu slowly withdrew the aura of the Primordial Hongmeng Great Luo Heavenly Chapter, and Qian Wenwan also gently raised her fair wrist, carefully placing the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword in her hand. Before the two could speak, the heavens and earth suddenly trembled violently once more with a deafening rumble—
This roar was far more terrifying and powerful than when the Wrath and Hatred Heaven-Burning Formation collapsed. It was as if an unimaginable behemoth was stepping on the weight of eternity, crushing this world step by step.
Immediately afterward, the sky, which had just regained some light, darkened again. Countless dark clouds gathered frantically from the ends of the earth, and streaks of black lightning continuously tore through the sky. The air in the entire Southern Region suddenly became incredibly heavy, and a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of Chi Xiao slowly descended.
The next moment, an aged yet majestic voice slowly echoed from the ends of the earth. The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to resonate directly into the depths of everyone's Fate Soul. "Who...?" "Who... dares to slaughter so wantonly in my Blazing Erosion Clan's territory?" As the last word fell.
All the volcanoes in the entire Southern Region erupted simultaneously once again, sending billions of lava billowing into the sky. Qin Yu's eyes narrowed sharply without the slightest hesitation. He and Qian Wenwan retreated a hundred feet at the same time, regaining their footing one on each side. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword Compassionate Joy Divine Sword were slowly raised again, and their gazes turned to the distance.
At the edge of the void, three figures slowly walked through the air.
The three walked with ease, their speed not particularly fast, but with each step they took, the world beneath their feet crumbled and collapsed, the space behind them continuously collapsing and annihilating, only to be repeatedly reshaped by the power of the Dao. A dense, violent, and Anger and Aversion Origin swirled around the three of them, like three blazing, dark red suns suspended between heaven and earth.
As the three approached step by step, the laws of heaven and earth throughout the entire Southern Region trembled and bowed down, silently submitting to them.
The world was still shrouded in the aftershocks of the collapse of the Wrath and Hatred Heaven-Burning Formation. The scorched earth continued to crack, and wisps of magma still flowed slowly deep into the fissures. Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan stood side by side in mid-air, their gazes fixed on the distance. As the terrifying pressure drew closer, the three figures finally emerged slowly from the rolling crimson-black clouds.
Leading the way was a tall, elderly man. He wasn't physically imposing, but he exuded a sense of oppression heavier than any mountain.
The old man had long, gray hair that cascaded down to his waist, each strand resembling ashes from a fire. His face was covered with deep, crisscrossing wrinkles, and his deep-set eyes were a mixture of dark gold and crimson, with a burning, inextinguishable rage deep within his pupils.
His brow bones were extremely high, his nose was broad and thick, and the corners of his mouth were always tightly pursed down. His entire face was devoid of any warmth, as if anyone standing in front of him was merely prey waiting to be destroyed.
What is most alarming is his body. His exposed skin no longer has the color of a normal person, but a dark reddish-bronze color that has been burned by countless years of flames. Dense cracks cover his entire body, and each crack flows with a fiery red source, as if a volcano is being sealed inside him.
He wore a black and red battle robe, devoid of any ornate patterns, only covered with countless dried bloodstains and charred cracks from the flames. On his back was a massive battle sword nearly twice his height, its blade pitch black and its edge dark red, with countless ancient runes of the Wrath Clan slowly flowing across it, each exuding a suffocating aura of destruction.
This person was none other than the patriarch of the Blazing Erosion Clan, and standing to his left was a middle-aged man.
The man was robust, with broad shoulders like mountains. His short, dark red hair stood on end, and his eyes, like two pieces of red-hot meteorite iron, were filled with undisguised savagery. His arms were bound with rings of black chains, from which hung countless beast teeth and bones. With each step he took, the bone fragments collided, producing a jarring, unsettling sound. In his right hand, he held a jet-black three-pronged halberd, its blade dripping dark red flames that burned tiny cracks into the void.
On the right is a tall, slender man. Compared to the other two, he appears much quieter, but precisely because of this, he is even more dangerous.
He was pale and gaunt, with narrow, ever-squinting eyes and a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. His fingers were long and slender, the tips jet black, each nail like a sharp blade. A faint black mist constantly swirled around him, transforming into various grotesque faces before vanishing just as quickly. A slender black sword hovered behind him, its blade devoid of any luster, yet it continuously absorbed the surrounding light, giving off a chilling aura that threatened to erode even the Fate Soul.
Behind the three, a rumbling sound echoed as the earth trembled once more, and countless figures surged forth from the direction of the Blazing Erosion Divine City. One thousand, three thousand, five thousand... until finally, a full ten thousand Blazing Erosion Clan cultivators stood in neat formation, completely covering the scorched wasteland, turning the entire landscape into a dark red expanse.
Countless battle axes, bone knives, black spears, and divine halberds were raised high simultaneously, and rolling flames merged into a sea of fire. The entire world was shrouded in the extremely violent origin of the Blazing Erosion Clan. That aura had no warmth, only plunder, only destruction, only a mad obsession to turn everything to ashes.
After the three stopped, the middle-aged man on the left, who was holding a black halberd, slowly raised his head. His gaze, like that of a venomous snake, was fixed on Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan, and a cruel smile slowly appeared on his lips.
"Two reckless fools!" "How dare you trespass on the territory of my Blazing Erosion Clan!" "And dare to slaughter my people!" "Today!" "I will tear you to pieces!"
As soon as his voice fell, tens of thousands of the Blazing Erosion Clan cultivators behind him stepped forward simultaneously. Boom—ten thousand raging flames shot into the sky at the same time. Everyone roared in unison.
"Tear them to pieces!" "Tear them to pieces!!" "Tear them to pieces!!!" Deafening roars echoed between heaven and earth. The entire Southern Region volcano erupted simultaneously, with billowing lava shooting into the sky.
Those roars seemed poised to shatter the entire world. Faced with this scene Qian Wenwan gently gripped the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword, her gaze remaining calm. She took a small step forward and whispered to Qin Yu, "Young Master Qin, we cannot fight head-on now. There are too many of them. Moreover, the aura of these three is far superior to that of the previous person."
Qin Yu nodded slowly, but his gaze didn't linger on the three of them. Instead, it subtly swept across the entire Blazing Erosion Clan army. Then, he frowned slightly. "Hmm." "However..."
"I'm even more puzzled by something else now." Qian Wenwan glanced sideways. Qin Yu looked into the depths of the Blazing Erosion Divine City, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Fellow Daoist Yuan Weizhi," "Why hasn't he shown himself yet?" "The battle with the Wrath and Hatred Heaven-Burning Formation just now shook the entire Southern Region." "Logically speaking," "He couldn't possibly not have sensed it." "Unless..." Qin Yu's gaze slowly turned serious. "He has already encountered something far more troublesome than this."
The army of the Blazing Erosion Clan covered the entire scorched wasteland, with billowing flames constantly rising, and the air was filled with an aura of violence and destruction. The two sides faced each other from a distance, neither making the first move. In this suffocating silence, a Wrath Clan general standing to the left of the Blazing Erosion Clan chieftain suddenly stepped forward, slamming his giant axe heavily into the ground. With a deafening roar, the earth instantly split open into a chasm dozens of feet long.
His eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he pointed angrily at Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan, shouting, "Are you deaf?! Damn it, answer the truth! Where did you lowly people come from?!" Before he finished speaking, the source of his Wrath Clan within him surged on its own, and clusters of dark red flames rose behind him, as if they were about to pounce and kill him at any moment.
However, no matter how deafening his voice was, Qin Yu remained calm, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze unwavering as he silently watched the three people in front of him. Qian Wenwan also did not respond. She gently gripped the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword, her breathing steady, her eyes serene. The composure of the two contrasted sharply with the fury of the Blazing Erosion Clan, making the atmosphere of the entire area even more oppressive.
The Blazing Erosion Clan Chief, who had remained silent all along, finally raised his head slowly. His eyes, burning with millennia of fury, slowly fell upon Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan. He showed no anger, nor did he release any oppressive aura. He simply and calmly observed the two, his gaze sweeping from their Fate Soul auras over their divine weapons. Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice low and aged. "Your appearances, Fate Soul, and origins are completely different from those of the beings of my realm."
He paused for a moment, his gaze deepening. "Now it seems we can conclude that you are not from this world." A meaningful glint flashed in his eyes. "Presumably... you came with that person." Upon hearing this, Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan's expressions simultaneously changed slightly. Almost instantly, they understood that the "that person" he spoke of could not possibly be anyone else.
It would only be Yuan Weizhi who entered the Southern Region first. Qian Wenwan's eyes narrowed slightly, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart. Although Qin Yu remained calm, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
The fact that the Blazing Erosion Clan Chief brought it up personally indicates that Yuan Weizhi had indeed made contact with the Blazing Erosion Clan, and that the development of events had probably far exceeded their previous expectations.
Qian Wenwan finally took a step forward, her voice more urgent than before. "What have you done to Fellow Daoist Yuan?" As soon as she finished speaking, the powerful member of the Hatred Clan standing to the right of the Blazing Erosion Clan chief, who had always wore a sinister smile, suddenly chuckled softly, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty. "What's wrong?" He slowly raised his head, looking at Qian Wenwan, a chilling smile appearing on his face, "Hmph... you'll never see him again."
A single sentence silenced the entire world. The tens of thousands of cultivators of the Blazing Erosion Clan sneered, the killing intent in the air growing ever stronger. Qin Yu slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Blazing Erosion Clan chief and the other two powerful figures. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable sharpness. "It seems that you all... are determined to kill us here today?"