A Struggle of Life and Death! The One Blocking the Way!
The ghostly flames in the eyes of the Nether Domain Dao Venerable turned crimson at this moment, greedily staring at the two Spirit Race Dao Venerable in the distance.
Kill him! At all costs!
The Fate-Wielding Dao Venerable seemed to have lost his mind. The light of his Life Dao Fruit shone brightly, and emerald green Dao patterns filled the sky, transforming into a giant azure sword that cleaved the heavens and slashed straight into the Nether Domain.
The Reverse Life Dao Venerable roared in anger, his Reverse Life power transforming into countless pale giant hands that slammed towards the Nether Domain Dao Venerable, attempting to annihilate him!
"Want to fight? You think you're worthy?!"
The Dark Spirit Dao Venerable emerged from the void, his Soul Dao energy merging with that of the Profound Soul Dao Venerable.
Both the Eternal Darkness Dao Venerable and the Death Fate Dao Venerable made their moves simultaneously.
The five Dao Venerable of the Nether River Clan each occupied a region.
The Nether Domain is ruled by death, Deathly Fate is ruled by silence, Eternal Darkness covers the sky, and Xuanhun and Youpo disrupt the gods.
Five vast streams of Dao power intertwined in the void, forming an impenetrable net.
Seal the heavens, lock the earth!
The entire core forbidden area of Spirit Race was completely severed from the Dao Realm, turning into a desolate Styx Nether River Realm; the two Dao Venerable, Fate Wielding and Reverse Life, were trapped in the formation, struggling to defend themselves and completely on the defensive.
"Belongs to the Nether River."
The Nether Domain Dao Venerable licked the corner of his mouth, the green juice that kept flowing out, and issued a decree.
"Today, we will slaughter the entire Spirit Race here, leaving not a single blade of grass behind!"
Below.
The Spirit Race army, which had been on high alert, was now in complete panic.
Lingyuan died, Dao Venerable was surrounded.
Within the Gate of the Nine Netherworlds, thousands of Nascent Soul and hundreds of Spirit Transformation from the Nether River Imperial Clan surged forth like a black tide.
"Kill!!"
A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Nether River Clan Spirit Transformation Extreme Stage, at the pinnacle of his cultivation, was covered in heavy armor made of Nether Rock and wielded a giant scythe shrouded in deathly aura.
He took a step forward and charged directly into the Spirit Race's defensive line.
The giant scythe swept across.
More than a dozen Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Wood Spirit Race didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were corroded by death energy and turned into ashes.
The moment the soul left the body, it was completely absorbed by the scythe.
"Stop them! Activate the Myriad Longevity Azure Emperor Array!"
Several Nascent Soul Spirit Transformation from the Spirit Race shouted frantically, trying to stabilize their position.
The emerald green array patterns within the earth's veins shone brightly, and the nine layers of jade-green sky attempted to close again.
However, the Nether River Spirit Transformation, who were prepared in advance, unleashed the Nether River Dead Water.
The pitch-black stagnant water poured down, landing on the emerald sky with a piercing hissing sound; life was rapidly corroded by the stagnant water, and the great array of light became dim and mottled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Break!"
Dozens of the Nether River Spirit Transformation joined forces to unleash a devastating attack, transforming the aura of Death Dao into a towering bone spear that pierced the core node of the Myriad Longevity Azure Emperor Array.
The grand formation collapsed.
The Nether River army, resembling a black river, swept through the Spirit Race like a flood, completely engulfing their positions; it was a one-sided massacre.
Although the Spirit Race cultivators cultivate the Life Dao, their regenerative abilities are astonishing.
But under the absolute suppression of the Death Dao, their recovery became the greatest torment.
The wounds, barely healed, were rotted again by the deathly aura; the life force, barely gathered, was forcibly sucked away by the Nether River cultivators.
On the battlefield, screams and wails mingled together.
Limbs and severed arms flew about, and the emerald green blood turned the earth into a muddy swamp.
The Nether River cultivators were like greedy wolves, frantically reaping the life force and souls of the Spirit Race cultivators.
This is not only a war, but also a grand hunt, and a gluttonous feast to strengthen the paths of Death Dao and Soul Dao!
Millions of miles away, in the deepest part of the void.
Shi Jian gripped the Xu Yan Ring tightly, suppressing his aura to the extreme, even stopping his breathing completely; the purple-gold lightning disappeared deep in his pupils as he coldly stared at the forbidden area that had transformed into a battlefield of carnage.
Even the Spirit Race are as powerful as they are.
It consumed countless resources, laid out an inescapable net, and even attracted the personal protection of two Dao Venerable.
And the result?
Faced with absolute cunning and power, they are like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, utterly vulnerable.
Peak Mountain Emperor Lord's hidden move of establishing Immortal Foundation directly severed Lingyuan's path to enlightenment; the five members of the Nether River Imperial Clan came out together and ruthlessly seized and plundered without any reason.
They extract souls and devour flesh and blood.
This is the code of conduct for those in power: ruthless, efficient, and unscrupulous.
"Below the Dao Venerable, all are but ants. This is truly undeniable."
A chill ran through Shi Jian's heart, but more than that, he felt a strong sense of realization.
He watched as the Nether River Spirit Transformation slaughtered indiscriminately, and watched as the two Dao Venerable, Fate Wielding and Reverse Life, struggled against the combined attack of the five Venerables.
He knew that the Spirit Race's foundation in the southern part of this Dao Realm was completely finished.
Even if the three Spirit Race Dao Venerable from the Heaven Beyond Heaven rushed back, it would be to no avail; the Nether River Imperial Clan had already achieved its goal, and after taking advantage of them, they could easily retreat back to the Nether Realm at any time.
This piece of fat meat in the south of the Dao Realm will eventually fall into the mouth of the Beast Realm.
"I'd better not get involved in a game of this level."
Shi Jian turned away, no longer looking at the battlefield that had become a living hell.
He had already obtained the resources from the military treasury: the catalyst for the Radiant Yang Lightning, fragments of Treasured Earth, and the remnant of the Space Dao Cauldron. This harvest was enough for him to seclude himself for thousands of years to attempt to reach the Perfection or even the Spirit Transformation Extreme Stage realm.
As long as you survive.
As long as we keep getting stronger.
One day, he will be able to sit on that chessboard and become the one making the moves, instead of being a pawn to be discarded and manipulated at will.
Even if one day he is still a pawn in the game of the strongest, he will be the biggest and most indispensable pawn!
With this thought, endless lightning flashed beneath his feet, and Shi Jian silently retreated northward along the chaotic currents of the void.
Sudden.
Shi Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His Divine Sense keenly detected a slight disturbance in the void ahead.
It was an extremely faint yet pure Sword Dao intent, so sharp that even the Space Dao light barrier erected by the Xu Yan Ring was torn apart by that sword intent, leaving tiny cracks.
How could such pure sword intent exist in this southern Dao Realm, where life and death collide so violently?
Ahead in the void.
A figure in gray stood silently, blocking his path.
The man showed no Daoist aura, appearing as an ordinary mortal; yet when he stood there, the entire void seemed to transform into a peerless, deadly sword about to be drawn.
The man's face was indistinct, except for a vertical, Dark Gold sword mark between his brows.
"You took what you shouldn't have, Lightning Bear. Do you think you can get away with it?"
The gray-clad man's voice was like the clash of metal, carrying an undeniable coldness.
Shi Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, the calm and collected power of the Purple Pivot Lightning suppressing him. The Purple Firmament Lightning and the Righteous Yang Lightning slowly gathered in his palm, and the gray sword was already humming softly in his sleeve.
He did not back down; his gaze was cold and sharp.
Who are you?
The man in gray slowly raised his hand, and a Sword Qi tore through the void from his fingertips.
"The Human Realm, the Hidden Sword Dao Palace."