# Chapter 1197: Bloody Night
Blood-stained bone fragments flew through the air, internal organs turned to mud—this was a slaughterhouse, the stench of blood assailing the nostrils, making people tremble.
Screams rang out in waves. In the blood-drenched scene, one body after another fell into piles of corpses. The massacre continued, and no one could stop Ye Fan's advance.
With his final strike, his golden fist tore apart this decayed minor dimensional world, turning all the bones and blood mist to ash.
This was the fourth minor dimensional world he had butchered. There was no sympathy, no mercy. He was like an evil spirit walking out from the realm of death, continuously striking, drenched in blood.
In the past, the two great Divine Dynasties had dominated the world. When the assassin orders were issued, the four seas turned cold, poisoning the Eastern Wasteland, striking fear into all who heard their names.
Now they themselves had reached a moment of life and death, suffering devastating blows. Their foundations were collapsing, being swept away by others.
Ye Fan's heart was cold and hard, without a trace of sympathy. Watching lives fade between his golden fist fingers, he didn't even furrow his brow.
Avenging old friends, uprooting a malignant tumor—he felt no guilt. His body transformed into a beam of golden light, soaring through the sky toward the next destination.
This was a night of bloodshed. The most important strongholds of Mortal World and Hell suffered devastating strikes.
Old Knife Handle wielded a demon blade that hummed, its black blade light shattering three thousand zhang, killing intent rolling through heaven and earth, drawing in starlight to fill his body. He cleaved apart a minor world, bringing devastation to all life within.
He was a descendant of the Heavenly Court, bearing great hatred in his heart, enduring humiliation for many years. Now, facing these sworn enemies, he repaid tooth for tooth and blood for blood, slaughtering as he passed.
The Mortal World, claiming to measure the mundane realm of nine thousand zhang, at its peak had overlooked the world and reigned over the nine heavens. They had nine minor dimensional worlds, but now they were being destroyed one by one.
Hell, at its strongest, rivaled a group of fallen deities, wielding blood-dripping divine swords to slay saints of the world—terrifying and bloody. It had eighteen layers, meaning eighteen minor worlds.
The River of Time flowed on. Now they were far from their peak state. Over countless ages, a batch of minor dimensional worlds had been destroyed, but some of the most solid foundations remained.
But at this moment, those foundations collapsed. Slaughter erupted in all directions. Across the Eastern Wasteland, people were cutting the lifelines of the two great Divine Dynasties.
Dongfang Ye, Old Knife Handle, Li Tian, Yan Yixi, and Yao Yuekong—these five great experts had each reached the eighth layer of the Dao Severing realm. Now, wielding ancient sacred war tools, they were unstoppable, each one breaking through an entire region.
Li Tian, in particular, wielded the Divine Maiden Furnace, an artifact of an ancient great sage. Alone, he had already destroyed two minor dimensional worlds.
Before absolute power, everything was illusory. With a single strike from the great sage's divine furnace, Separation Fire blazed to the heavens, the essence of the sun overflowing, burning all things in the world.
Blood was evaporated dry, bones turned to scorched earth.
The people of the Heavenly Court each attacked from different directions, converging toward the Central Province. The most ancient halls of both Divine Dynasties were located there, destined to be the final battlefield.
Three mother ships rumbled. Li Heishui, Little Que'er, Wu Zhongtian, Ye Tong, and others wept as they avenged their loved ones, unleashing a great slaughter.
Beams of divine light spat forth, patches of Dao runes shrouded the area. The roars, the pleas for mercy, and the corpses of the dead intertwined, playing a requiem.
A sleepless night, a night of blood and bone, a night that shook the world—destined to be recorded in history, for this was the end of an era!
The slaughter continued, the bleeding went on. The assassins of the two ancient Divine Dynasties roared, resisting continuously, fighting until their long swords broke and their bodies collapsed, but they could not change the outcome.
Just as they had destroyed others' foundations in the past, tonight it fell upon their own heads. This was a cycle.
"Kill!" The battle cries shook the heavens.
No assassin could escape. This was a devastating strike. The determination of the Heavenly Court's people was to annihilate all the high-ranking members of both Divine Dynasties.
Beacons of war spread across the sky, blood stained the earth. From the Southern Domain to the Northern Domain, then converging in the Central Province, the entire Eastern Wasteland was swept up.
"Ancestors, rest easy in the underworld. Today we will shatter Hell and Mortal World, retrieve your skulls, and let you find peace!"
The fighters were not limited to the Heavenly Court. The Ji Family, Yao Chi Holy Land, Heavenly Demon Palace, Yaoguang Holy Land, Jiang Family, Dao Yi Holy Land, and others all received notifications at the final moment and came to join the battle.
These people had no choice but to come. The bones of their ancestors were displayed in the most ancient halls of the assassin world. When news spread, it forced them to take a stand and act.
"Kill! Forty-ninth generation ancestor, please wait. We will welcome you back and bury you in the family cemetery!"
"Kill! Avenge our ancestors, slaughter these butchers, wash away the shame, and retrieve our master's remains!"
The killing cries shook the heavens. The nine thousand zhang of the Mortal World and the eighteen layers of Hell were disintegrating, collapsing. How could they withstand such an army?
The earth trembled. Thousands upon thousands of troops galloped across the sky, like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers charging down into the mortal world.
Whether out of genuine feeling or forced by the pressure of saving face, the various Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland all sent troops. This was a combat force that could not be ignored. Some brought sacred artifacts, killing fiercely tonight!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He walked alone across the cold, barren land of the Northern Domain, single-handedly destroying the fifth minor world.
The bright moon hung high, casting a chill. He stood on a cliff and gazed into the distance. The foundations of Mortal World and Hell in the Northern Domain had been completely erased by him.
Hum!
The void trembled. He stepped into a domain gate in the moonlight, heading to converge in the Central Province, beginning the final campaign.
This was a tranquil place. In the dead of night, the occasional barking of wild dogs and the cries of night owls in the distance made it seem even more desolate and cold.
A mass grave. No one paid it any attention. A few corpses lay there now, callously thrown into the wilderness, being gnawed on by wild dogs.
No one would have imagined that this was the entrance to Hell's ancient hall, the most unshakable ancestral foundation.
Dirty and chaotic, near a backward small city, extremely inconspicuous. Dead bodies, animal carcasses, and such were discarded here. Who could imagine that Hell would tolerate this, always ignoring it, dwelling in this filthy graveyard?
For countless tens of thousands of years, this divine minor world had never been discovered. Its order was stable, unknown to the world.
Big Black Dog had already circled this place dozens of times. Killing Saint, Ji Zi, and Holy Prince stood motionless, while in the darkness, perhaps a saint was holding the line.
They intended to destroy one world after another, first arriving at Hell's immortal demon land. A saint from the Ji Family and Wei Yi had already gone to guard Mortal World's divine minor world, guarding and sealing it for them.
Everyone carried Heaven-Deceiving Array patterns to avoid leaking their aura and alerting the enemy. All were cautious, about to begin the final assault.
"Tell the various Holy Lands to come here."
The domain gate opened, and news spread. Soon, wave after wave of troops rushed in, a dark mass covering the area. Some brought sacred artifacts.
Yaoguang Holy Land, Jiang Family, Yao Chi Holy Land, Ji Family, and others—war chariots rumbled, banners fluttered in the wind. Each had their own method of concealing their aura.
But now, concealment was no longer necessary. The final battle had arrived. Big Black Dog charged in first to break the formations, followed by Qi Luo, Ye Fan, Ji Zi, Holy Prince, Dragon Horse, and then the great army from all directions.
The great battle erupted suddenly!
Passing through the illusory formation entrance, inside was an open area. Lush vegetation, towering stone cliffs, purple mist curling, and majestic mountain peaks.
"Enemy attack!"
A piercing scream rang out. A Greatly Accomplished King was guarding outside the mountain gate, issuing an alarm immediately. But it was futile.
Ye Fan took the lead, charging straight through like a true dragon soaring across the sky. His fists were fierce and heavy. The moment he swung his leg, he collapsed the void, moving at extreme speed.
He was executing the Stride Art, treating the formations ahead as if they didn't exist. His golden blood energy was like an ocean, rolling and boiling. With one step, he crushed the Greatly Accomplished King's defenses and shattered the light barrier.
This man had profound cultivation, originally hidden in the void. But before Ye Fan, he had nowhere to hide. In terror, he struck with his king-level Dao weapon.
Crack!
Under Ye Fan's foot, although the Greatly Accomplished King was divinely martial and possessed deep Dharma power, honored as a Killing King, he still could not defend himself. His Dao weapon shattered.
Blood sprayed into the air. Ye Fan was extremely brutal. His foot pierced through the man's chest. As his knee bent, it also shattered his forehead bone, killing his primordial spirit.
Swish!
This was faster than lightning and sparks. Ye Fan almost passed through without stopping. A Greatly Accomplished King exploded, blood splattering everywhere, dying on the spot.
"Boom!"
The moment Ye Fan landed, his fist shattered the purple mountain ahead. That was the true target of his attack, causing all the formations at the mountain gate to fail, destroying the main formation flag hub.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Destroy Hell, retrieve our ancestors' sacred bones, wash away all shame and humiliation!"
Roars erupted. The people from the various Holy Lands behind, whether genuine or just going through the motions, were all stirred by this blood energy once they arrived. Their battle cries shook the heavens.
Everyone charged forward together. War chariots rumbled, savage beasts trampled the sky, and beams of divine arrows shot out, flying toward the restrictions.
Boom!
Patches of divine light rose, traces of Dao patterns appeared. A devastating explosion occurred, energy surging to the heavens, dazzling and blinding.
This was a divine minor world, rumored to have been left behind by ancient deities of the primordial era. The people of Hell had discovered it and made it their ancestral foundation.
Because of this, this minor world was indestructible, difficult to destroy. For the various major powers, it was a sacred land.
"This is a treasure land. If my Heavenly Court establishes its sect on these ruins, it can thrive for ten thousand generations. This world is hard to break!" Killing Saint Qi Luo said.
"Who dares to trespass into Hell? The gods will be angered. All of you will atone with blood, every one of you will fall!"
A tremendous roar sounded, like an ancient deity bellowing, causing many people's blood energy to surge. Quite a few directly exploded, dying on the spot.
This was a surging sacred might!
Ahead, in an open area, a stone beast was roaring. The powerful sacred might emanated from it as it opened its blood-red eyes.
This was a mountain-guarding stone beast, a statue placed before Hell's gate, shaped like a stone dragon. Yet it had awakened, like an ancient life form resurrected from the distant past.
"This is a sacred-level puppet. I never thought Hell still had such things left behind. Truly precious, but unfortunately, it's branded with their will and soul marks, so we cannot use it..." Qi Luo shook his head.
"Then kill it, destroy it completely!"
Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and Holy Prince acted together, stepping through the sky, crossing the void. Each took out their sacred artifacts and fought the stone dragon together.
The crowd was shocked. Their strength had already advanced. Although they hadn't undergone tribulation or sought confirmation from heaven and earth, their bodies and primordial spirits had completed their transformation, allowing them to battle saints.
"Clang!"
Void splitting the heavenly Dao!
"Zheng!"
Sacred Emperor transforming into a battle immortal!
"Boom!"
Sacred Body defying the heavens!
Three imperial prince-level figures struck together. Now each could battle saints, so their power naturally reached an extreme, deafening to the ears.
Within the terrifying light screen, the stone dragon roared, bellowed, struggled, and finally wailed and cracked. Its sacred-level body exploded! (To be continued.)