Chapter 1527: Going All Out

Chapter 1527: Chapter 1527: Going All Out

Faced with such terrifying power fluctuations, Fu Xi and others’ expressions suddenly changed, revealing more or less a look of fear in their eyes.

Boom boom boom—

A large area of the Void collapsed, filled with Chaos Qi throughout the battlefield with explosions occurring one after another.

Yang Yan only felt his Power of Life rapidly depleting at this moment, causing his expression to change. He hurriedly infused the Demon Spear with the World Tree’s life force.

With such unreserved power release, the World Tree visibly withered at a rapid pace.

Just as the World Tree withered by one-tenth, Yang Yan heard a slight cracking sound.

This sound was like heavenly music to his ears.

The next moment, a tiny crack appeared on the giant cauldron.

In surprise and delight, Yang Yan bit down his silver teeth and increased the life force infusion.

In no time, the shadow behind him solidified completely, and the terrifying aura it emanated swept out like waves.

A moment later, under the horrified gaze of the Mo Lin tribe elder, the crack in the Demon God Cauldron grew larger, eventually shattering with a loud crash into fragments flying toward the cosmic void.

The elder spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath becoming weak and frail.

Fu Xi and others seized the opportunity, and several powerful attacks landed on the elder in an instant.

The elder completely lost the courage to fight again, mobilizing a mouthful of essence blood to escape the battle, horrified, he led the group toward the continent.

Yang Yan and the others, their eyes blood-red, relentlessly pursued the fleeing Mo Lin tribe cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, countless Mo Lin tribe cultivators were dead or wounded.

The Mo Lin tribe’s Grand Elder, hunched over, stared with a venomous expression at Fu Xi and others, his heart bleeding.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Very well, you wait, someday we will annihilate your clan. Quick, return to preserve the Mo Lin tribe’s lineage."

As his words fell, the Mo Lin tribe elder flipped his palm, revealing a powerful Array Plate.

At the same time, he fiercely bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood to activate the Array Plate.

Buzz!

A black light flashed, and an array covering the starry sky appeared out of thin air, forcibly halting Yang Yan and others’ steps.

The one-sided slaughter targeting the fleeing Mo Lin tribe finally came to a halt.

However, humanity did not give up, aware of the terrible consequences of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Especially Yang Yan, who, under his frenzied control, continuously propelled attacks from the shadow on the World-Ending Demon Spear.

Fu Xi and others also arrived in time, each displaying their mastery and joining the attack.

With everyone’s joint effort, the array only lasted a moment before becoming fragmented, on the verge of complete collapse.

The Mo Lin elder, eyes filled with despair, spat another mouthful of blood, didn’t look back, and flew rapidly toward the continent with the group.

Yang Yan looked at the fleeing Mo Lin tribe cultivators, his eyes bleeding, his hoarse voice roared: "Our fellow members have fallen here, yet they still dream of annihilating our clans. It’s unbearable. Everyone follow me and charge forward, extinguish their lineage, and eliminate future threats!"

As Yang Yan’s words fell, his True Qi moved, slowly condensing behind him, forming two massive wings, barely visible, slowly flapping in the air.

Once the wings constructed from Spiritual Power appeared, Yang Yan’s speed increased significantly, charging like lightning toward the direction where the Mo Lin tribe’s Grand Elder fled.

Seeing Yang Yan suddenly exhibit such Divine Techniques, everyone was invigorated. They did not delay, each pushing their speed to the limit, tightly pursuing Yang Yan’s direction.

At this moment, the Mo Lin group was already battered and bruised. They never anticipated that even with all their experts dispatched, they would still return crestfallen like last time.

Moreover, this time was even more tragic, with all strong members fallen, leaving behind remnants.

"Hai Yue Grand Elder, are we just leaving like this? I don’t want to go!" Someone from the Mo Lin tribe asked uncomfortably, pausing their escape.

With one person leading, many others followed suit, each stopping, staring at the pursuing human cultivators with hateful eyes.

For them, this was a great humiliation, unworthy of returning to face the clan.

Even temporarily on the battlefield was better than facing the clan’s questioning gaze.

The Mo Lin tribe’s Grand Elder Hai Yue suddenly stopped, looking back at his wounded tribe members, sighed, and said:

"As long as there are green hills, there’s no fear of running out of firewood. Humans will inevitably face a celestial calamity, we must conserve our strength, diligently cultivate, and wait for the right moment."

"Rest assured everyone, we will return one day, and when that happens, it shall be their doom."

As his words fell, a cold voice sounded in his ear.

"Perhaps, you won’t live to see that day."

Hai Yue was startled, looking towards the direction from where the voice came, his face turning ashen.

His voice trembled as he said, "You, you caught up so quickly."

The voice’s owner was none other than the pursuing Yang Yan.

At this moment, he was like a Celestial God descending, surrounded by a terrifying aura, looking down at the grim-faced Mo Lin tribe.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at a group of dead people!

"Run, run, quickly run."

Hai Yue did not hesitate, frantically shouted.

He knew that the person in front was a terrifying Death God to their Mo Lin tribe.

Now, he was left with only one thought—

Run, as far as possible!

The Mo Lin tribe’s cultivators, hearing Hai Yue’s words, first hesitated, then showed expressions of humiliation.

In their expressions were woven threads of pain and fear, various emotions tangled.

In the end, reason prevailed, everyone gnashing their teeth, immediately fleeing in all directions.

To their despair, they realized that they were already heavily surrounded by pursuing human cultivators.

Now, they were like turtles in a jar, with no escape.

Yang Yan took a stride forward, Bloodthirsty Mad Saber in hand, an impressive aura.

Now, he was the master of this world, capable of taking lives with a flick of his hand.

Hai Yue felt his power was constrained as Yang Yan stepped toward him.

His meridians were suddenly blocked by invisible barriers, unable to circulate.

He couldn’t even muster the ability to resist.

The bloody blade grew larger in Hai Yue’s eyes, and he vividly felt death approaching.

"Fight!"

A glimpse of madness flashed in Hai Yue’s eyes, instantly burning his cultivation.

Boom!

In an instant, green power suddenly broke through the obstruction.

He extended his hands, pulling two Mo Lin tribe members to himself.

The bloody blade cut through, neither could scream, cleaving them in half in the blink of an eye.

Blood filled the sky, splattering across Hai Yue’s face.

Hai Yue’s expression was grim, wiped the blood from his face, and said, struggling: "Your contributions to the Mo Lin tribe will be remembered."

Finishing his words, he flung the blood into the air, once again burning his cultivation.