Chapter 1846: Yan Dust
In the distance, sensing Qianye Ying'er's vitality exhaustion and life dispersion, the old eyes of Qianye Wugu turned, and the Brahma light on his body suddenly dimmed.
Such a huge opening, how could Long Er miss? The pale dragon claws, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, shattered the Brahma light and heavily struck Qianye Wugu's body.
Boom!
Withered Dragon Force, like ten thousand thunderbolts shaking the heavens, blood mist exploded from Qianye Wugu's body. His aged frame fell like withered wood, crashing into the ground of unknown depth.
As Qianye Wugu expected, Long Er did not pursue. Instead, he coldly turned his head and headed straight for the barrier of the Canglan King Hall.
The ground exploded. Qianye Wugu's figure flew out and landed beside Qianye Ying'er. His bloodstained palm condensed with golden light, gently covering her back.
Just as her consciousness was about to fall into complete blankness, it suddenly rapidly revived. A vigorous life force surged in like spring rain and sweet dew, clearing her five senses and reviving her body.
Qianye Ying'er slowly opened her eyes and looked at the old man beside her.
In her gradually clearing sight, she saw Qianye Wugu and his gray robe stained more than half with blood. And she perceived more clearly... the life force coming from him.
Although Qianye Ying'er no longer possessed a Brahma soul, she was after all a direct descendant of Qianye Wugu, of the same blood and lineage... He was using his own already scarce lifespan to prolong her life.
Even with this kind of same-blood lifespan transfer, a hundred years could only exchange for one or two years.
"You... what are you doing... stop!"
Consciousness awakened, but her body was still extremely weak. Apart from the shocked cry from her lips, she had no strength to push him away at all.
Qianye Wugu did not speak, continuously transferring his lifespan to Qianye Ying'er.
"Use your strength to guard the realm, don't waste it on me!" Qianye Ying'er struggled with all her might, and her voice became extremely harsh: "This is an order... you old fool! This is an order!"
Qianye Wugu's expression did not change, he said calmly: "You are the Fantian Divine Emperor, and I am a member of the Fan Di clan, so I must obey the imperial decree."
"But..." He showed a faint smile: "I am also your great-grandfather. In this world, there is no one who has reason or qualification to stop an old man from saving his own descendant."
"You..." Qianye Ying'er's fingers clenched tightly, her heart and soul trembling slightly, but she could no longer speak.
Before the barrier, the situation suddenly changed.
With Long Er joining, the pressure on the Three Yan Ancestors increased sharply.
The three Divine Emperors—Chilong, Huilong, and Wanxiang—descended from the sky, and the already fragile defenses of the Yan Mo and Burning Moon sides instantly collapsed completely.
The remaining Yan Mo, Yan Ghosts, Moon Devourers, and Burning Moon Divine Envoys were almost all knocked to the ground by the three Divine Emperors who suddenly descended. In an instant, the three Divine Emperors landed directly before the barrier, and the power of the three emperors, like world-shaking thunder, quickly bombarded the barrier.
From behind, led by Baihong Dragon God, a host of Dragon Lords, Chilong, Huilong, and Qilins pressed forward like ten thousand mountains. A hundred Divine Lord powers simultaneously struck the barrier.
Bang!!
The fifth barrier shattered, and it was also the barrier that lasted the shortest time.
Five layers of barriers, each broke faster than the last... With the withering of the Northern Domain's power and the collapse of the defense line, the last two would only break even faster.
Yan Yi turned back, furious and jumping, cursing: "You bunch of ghost whelps, useless... sss-ah!"
But he, Yan Er, and Yan San faced the three Withered Dragons and three Dragon Gods. The immense pressure was beyond what others could imagine. Aside from cursing, they were destined to be unable to spare any help.
Yan Wu's left arm was already severed, and her profound power was less than thirty percent. She rolled up from the ground and charged alone at the three Divine Emperors. The Yan Mo spear in her hand, stained with her Yan Mo blood, erupted with her limit of power.
Boom bam!
A Yan Mo shadow flickered, black light exploded, knocking the three Divine Emperors back several zhang.
The dark force touched the black marks cut into them by Qianye Ying'er, causing them unbearable pain and also deeply stirring their fury.
They suddenly struck out, but this time their target was not the barrier right in front of them, but Yan Wu.
Although Yan Wu was a Tenth-rank Divine Lord, she ultimately could not compare to a Divine Emperor. Moreover, she had already lost an arm and was weakened.
Bang!
Her Yan Mo spear was knocked away by the Chilong Emperor.
Boom!
The Yan Mo black light on her body was dispersed by a palm strike from the Huilong Emperor.
Pfft!
A spray of blood flew. Her heart had been pierced through by the Wanxiang Divine Emperor's imperial sword.
Yan Wu's pupils froze, then a violent black light surged. Her right arm re-condensed the Yan Mo spear... but before she could thrust it, a vast dragon qi arrived from the sky, heavily striking her heart.
This was a savage strike from the Baihong Dragon God. In an instant, Yan Wu's chest caved in violently. She spat a large mouthful of blood mist and flew sideways through the pouring blood rain.
"Wu!!" Yan Tianxiao turned back, let out a furious roar, violently flung away the Dragon Lord and Chilong in front of him, then transformed into a residual shadow and charged straight at Yan Wu.
"Hmph, die!" The Chilong Emperor thrust out his arm. A fatal dragon shadow shot straight at Yan Wu.
Boom!!
The Chilong shadow did not hit Yan Wu. Instead, it violently struck Yan Tianxiao, who had suddenly appeared.
His arms spread wide, he stood motionless, firmly withstanding the force of the Chilong Emperor. An invisible barrier spread out on both sides of him, blocking all power that might affect Yan Wu.
"Heh, still trying to struggle, how pitiful." The Baihong Dragon God chuckled softly, then suddenly struck. His claws, covered in white light, shot straight at Yan Tianxiao's chest.
Yan Tianxiao had just received the force of the Chilong Emperor, and his aura was chaotic. Whether intentional or not, the Baihong Dragon God's claw struck exactly the wound that Long Bai had blasted into him... A large splash of red blood sprayed out. The Baihong Dragon God's dragon claw pierced through his body, the sinister five fingers stretching out bloodily from his back.
At the same time, the Wanxiang Divine Emperor and the Huilong Emperor also struck simultaneously. A sword pierced through Yan Tianxiao's lower abdomen, and a palm strike shattered his internal organs.
"..." Yan Tianxiao's seven orifices seeped blood, but his expression did not move.
"Yan Emperor!" Fen Daoqi, who was fighting desperately, glanced over and exclaimed in shock.
"Master...!" A fallen Yan Mo howled in pain.
Yan Wu knelt on one knee. After violently vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, she struggled to raise her upper body in a daze. She saw Yan Tianxiao's miserable state at a glance.
"Father King!" She cried out mournfully, staggered a few steps, then lunged forward.
But a large hand suddenly reached backward, carrying a wave of dark energy, and knocked her back neither lightly nor heavily.
Yan Wu looked up in confusion, seeing her father's raised arm, and... his warm but brief gaze.
Then, his gaze withdrew... and with it, he forever withdrew his last glance at his daughter.
The pupils in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a flawless, boundless dark void.
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened. At this moment, Yan Wu suddenly realized something. She raised her hand violently, her trembling fingers desperately trying to reach her father, and her lips let out a fearful murmur: "Father King... no... no... no... don't..."
"Don't!!!"
"Ughhh... Ah!!!!"
In a scream so piercing it tore her throat, Yan Tianxiao's back suddenly exploded, revealing a pitch-black demonic shadow.
The demonic shadow was one zhang tall, its aura horrifying, but certainly not enough to threaten the Dragon God or Divine Emperors.
"Still won't shed tears even at the coffin?" Baihong sneered. The arm that still pierced Yan Tianxiao's body suddenly released surging power: "Die..."
Before his murmur faded, his expression suddenly changed.
He suddenly looked down and noticed that his arm was covered in a strange black light, tightly entwining and binding his arm... He released his force violently but couldn't pull back.
Streams of the same black light also silently coiled around the Wanxiang Divine Emperor, the Chilong Emperor, and the Huilong Emperor.
This was Yan Tianxiao's most powerful dark confinement. But against the Dragon God and Western Domain Divine Emperors, it was destined not to last long.
"Ugh... ahh... aaaaaah!!"
Yan Tianxiao's howling continued. The Yan Mo shadow behind him suddenly expanded, in the blink of an eye becoming ten zhang... a hundred zhang... a thousand zhang... until it was ten thousand zhang tall!
The Yan Mo aura it released expanded to an extremely terrifying level, merging with the dark confinement force, like thousands of dark mountains, pressing down heavily on all beings enveloped by the Yan Mo shadow.
In the battlefield, everyone turned in shock. Even the Three Yan Ancestors were momentarily stunned.
"This kid..." Yan Yi murmured.
"Aaaaaah!!"
Yan Tianxiao's figure had been completely swallowed by the ten-thousand-zhang Yan Mo shadow. This roar was indistinguishable—whether it came from Yan Tianxiao or from the abyssal Yan Mo.
Amid the roar, the Yan Mo shadow suddenly took a step and charged forward... The massive dark figure dragged the Baihong Dragon God, dragged the three Divine Emperors. As the shadow fell, it swept up one Dragon Lord after another, piece after piece of Western Domain Divine Lords, and pushed them horizontally toward the west.
Rumble rumble rumble!!
The earth overturned and boiled. The Baihong Dragon God and the three Western Domain Emperors all had twisted faces. They struggled violently in the dark confinement, their powers erupting again and again, striking Yan Tianxiao... But the massive Yan Mo shadow only grew faster, pushing them, along with eleven Dragon Lords and over ninety Western Domain Divine Lords who were caught up, toward an even more distant west.
The irresistible force made their bodies and even their souls seem stuck to the Yan Mo shadow. Coupled with the despairing and terrifying dark roar, it would become a nightmare they could never shake off for the rest of their lives.
Ten li... twenty li... thirty li... fifty li... seventy li...
Shocked cries filled the sky. With such a large wave of Western Domain forces pushed into the distance, the defensive pressure on the Northern Domain Xuan practitioners greatly decreased. The previously collapsed defense line was quickly sealed by the struggling Yan Mo and Yan Ghosts... and tears of blood were streaming from their eyes.
Yan Wu struggled to stand up. She watched her father's receding figure from afar... Her vision blurred under a mist of tears. She watched silently and steadily, unwilling to miss even a moment.
"Kill... kill!!"
The originally exhausted and wounded Yan Mo and Yan Ghosts erupted with a chilling, savage killing intent. From every possible corner of their bodies, they desperately drove every shred of Yan Mo force. With endless hatred and murderous intent, they took the initiative to charge at the nearest Western Domain Divine Lords.
The battle suddenly became even more violent.
Rumble rumble rumble rumble!
Like huge waves crashing and ten thousand mountains collapsing. The Yan Mo shadow continued to advance, pushing horizontally the Western Domain Xuan practitioners trapped in darkness.
One hundred li... one hundred fifty li... two hundred li...
Rumble...
With the sudden fading of the Yan Mo shadow, its speed finally slowed down.
From overwhelming force... to slowing steps... to staggering steps...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One step... two steps... three steps...
His steps became slower and slower, but he still pushed forward with extreme persistence... until his foot could no longer lift.
The ten-thousand-zhang Yan shadow disappeared in fading.
Beneath the Yan shadow, only Yan Tianxiao's scar-covered figure remained.
He stood there, maintaining the posture of pushing forward with both arms, motionless. His face showed no ferocity, only determination.
In his eyes, there was no longer any light. On his body, there was no longer any aura...
Even from his numerous wounds, not a single drop of blood flowed.
He stood quietly like a weathered, decayed monument.
Bang!!
A dull sound. The Baihong Dragon God violently broke free from the dark confinement. He extended his arm, but before his dragon force could be released... a cold wind rose, blowing toward the standing Yan Tianxiao.
Instantly, the decayed monument scattered, dust danced away. A generation of Yan Emperor thus turned to dust in the wind, eternally gone without a trace.
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