Chapter 1532: Extermination

Chapter 1532: Chapter 1532: Extermination

Hai Yue’s figure appeared out of nowhere, his face twisted with deep, venomous hatred.

Demonic Qi erupted from the dagger, and a black Demon Dragon phantom manifested.

Yang Yan’s expression changed; he hurriedly swapped his position with the phantom.

In just an instant, that Demon Dragon phantom crashed into Yang Yan’s avatar.

The avatar turned pitch-black in a flash and began to corrode violently.

Yang Yan’s face changed again, and he hastily severed his connection with the avatar.

But in the end, he was still just a little too slow.

The dagger carried an extremely potent Spiritual Sense venom; even the slightest touch would immediately injure the Divine Soul.

Almost at the same moment, Yang Yan’s true body had already swept out with the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand.

Their distance was so close, and with Hai Yue having just succeeded in his strike and flushed with excitement, he failed to dodge in time and was forcibly struck by the Demon Spear.

Ah—

With a heart-wrenching scream, an Immortal Mark appeared on his body.

Moreover, it was spreading at an extremely fast speed.

A flash of resolve passed through Hai Yue’s eyes; with a single hand-chop he brutally hacked off his wounded arm.

Another agonized howl tore from him; the already somewhat despairing Hai Yue went completely mad, launching attack after attack at Yang Yan.

Even though he knew that in his current state he might not have a chance to perish together with Yang Yan, Hai Yue had already made up his mind: even if it meant the destruction of both body and soul, he would still bite a chunk of flesh off Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s face was grim as he hurriedly dodged Hai Yue’s attacks.

At the same time, Yang Yan mobilized the Star Power and unleashed the Ultimate Skill Meteor Fall.

In an instant, phantom planets appeared all around him, wrapped in an irresistible might, crashing down again and again onto Hai Yue’s body.

But at this moment Hai Yue seemed to have forgotten life and death altogether; he desperately burned what little cultivation he had left and madly lunged toward Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s expression changed drastically, because he clearly sensed an extremely unstable fluctuation rising from Hai Yue’s body.

Almost without any hesitation, Yang Yan immediately invoked the Space Law, intending to withdraw at the fastest possible speed.

At the same time, in order to create more room to maneuver, he pushed all the phantom planets around him toward Hai Yue without holding anything back.

This was a Saint Peak existence!

Even heavily wounded, if he self-detonated, it was still something Yang Yan could not withstand.

Yet he hadn’t expected this to be merely Hai Yue’s feint; the madness faded from Hai Yue’s eyes, replaced by a trace of viciousness, and a Space Passage appeared beside him.

He said coldly, "Yang Yan, I’ll be waiting for you in the Outer World passage. A blood feud of annihilated clans cannot go unavenged. If all I do today with this ruined body is severely injure you, I truly cannot rest in peace! The next time you and I meet, even if it costs me the destruction of my Divine Soul, I will tear your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Yang Yan let out a cold laugh and directly hurled the World-Ending Demon Spear; Hai Yue’s face changed, and he no longer had the time to spit out any more vicious words, rushing into the passage in haste.

The World-Ending Demon Spear followed right on his heels, relentless.

An instant later, a miserable scream came from within the Space Passage.

The World-Ending Demon Spear flew back out; looking at the blood still clinging to the shaft, Yang Yan fell silent.

A moment later, Yang Yan tore open a spatial rift and stepped into it.

At this time, on the Mo Lin Clan’s continent, the sounds of slaughter were gradually dying down.

Blood gathered into rivers, flowing ceaselessly out from the sundered edge of the continent.

A crimson waterfall appeared in the starry sky, terrifying to behold.

On the ground, corpses were piled like mountains, their deaths unspeakably gruesome.

Some had even been smashed to pieces by terrifying powers, their bodies and bones annihilated, their Divine Souls erased in the starry void.

The once-prosperous continent now resembled hell itself; ruins and shattered walls lay everywhere, and the air churned with the stench of blood and death, suffocating to breathe.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were bloodshot; in front of them stood one mortal after another with no Spiritual Power at all.

A cultivator carrying a long blade glared at them, eyes blood-filled.

Suddenly, he drew his long blade, and a streak of Sword Qi madly swept toward those people.

Ai—

A sigh echoed through the Void, and Fu Xi’s figure appeared.

He gently extended his palm and casually crushed that Sword Qi.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Fu Xi spoke slowly, "Enough, enough. This battle should end here. As for these mortals, let them live and die on their own."

However, the man with the long blade roared, "End? No, it’s not over! How many of our people died in this war?! How can it be over! I want nothing more than to grind their bones to dust!"

"My best brother died right in front of me; he died for my sake! Do you know how pitiful the longing in his eyes was in his final moments?"

"And now you tell me to spare them?! No! Way! Absolutely impossible!"

Fu Xi gazed down at the fallen cultivators below, his expression sorrowful, unable to answer for a time.

Just then, a cold voice sounded from the Void.

"What, they came here to wipe out a race, and they weren’t prepared to be wiped out themselves?! Now that they’ve lost, even if they’re completely powerless, they still have to pay the price for their choice!"

"Let the Mo Lin Clan forever become a forgotten footnote in this universe’s history! The great tribulation of heaven and earth is about to descend; let this serve as the prologue to our human race’s resistance against the tribulation!"

"Yang Yan, you... ai, forget it." Fu Xi had intended to say more, but seeing the emotionless look in Yang Yan’s eyes, he ultimately chose to give up.

Yang Yan stepped out from the Void, a fierce, feral gleam flashing in his eyes.

He swept his gaze one by one over the mortals on the Mo Lin Continent below, then suddenly said coldly, "All cultivators, hear my command! Slaughter every living being on the Mo Lin Continent. The Spiritual Qi here is abundant; it should serve as pasture for the human race!"

The mortals of the Mo Lin Clan had still held a sliver of hope, but at these words their faces immediately turned to despair.

Someone, agitated, shouted loudly, "You demons, our forefather will never let you go!"

Someone stepped forward, and the other Mo Lin people couldn’t help but curse as well.

"You’re bent on wiping us out like this—aren’t you afraid of heavenly retribution?"

"We’re innocent; do you humans have no humanity at all?"

"They’re just children—please, give them a way to live. This is all the sin we brought upon ourselves; it has nothing to do with them..."

Looking at those children with innocent eyes, and the infants wailing hungrily in their mothers’ arms, a trace of reluctance flickered in Yang Yan’s eyes.

Before he could speak, Xuanyuan’s figure appeared before everyone.

His expression cold, he said, "Hmph! Do you have any idea what kind of sins your ancestors once inflicted upon my Earth’s humans?"

"At a time like this you still dare prattle about heavenly retribution—don’t you find that ridiculous? If heavenly retribution really existed, your race would have been wiped from history long ago."

"In the Ancient Times, your race persecuted weaker races; for the sake of resources you slaughtered countless living beings. The number of races ground to dust at your hands is beyond counting—who cried out for them?"

"And you beasts, whose hands are soaked in blood, still dare to speak of humanity? Hmph! The fact that your annihilation has been delayed until today means you’ve already had more than your share!"