Chapter 391: The God-Slaying Whip Shows Its Power
The ancient monsters who had lived for over four thousand years without dying brought an incomparably immense pressure to the Jiang family. Half-human, half-ghost, existing in the world for so long—who could suppress them?
The atmosphere deep within the underground palace was suffocating. Every member of the Jiang family wore a grave expression, staring tensely at the terrifying figures outside.
The thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures retreated to the side. Their expressions were cold, their auras as profound as an abyss, unfathomable. Each was a regional overlord, and even they did not dare to underestimate the three terrifying living corpses.
The three ancient monsters stepped forward. Wisps of black mist occasionally seeped from their bodies, the thick aura of death causing palpitations, the stench of decay nauseating.
"Slap!"
One of them made a probing strike. His withered, nearly rotten palm struck the void. A surge of black mist erupted, and the power of the netherworld flowed, beginning to erode the array patterns.
"Hum!"
Another ancient monster was even more frightening. Hollow eye sockets shot out two beams of green light that pierced through the void, starting to erase the Great Emperor's array patterns in the air.
The two green lights seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells—gloomy, flickering, carrying a deathly force that flowed like the Yellow Springs surging.
Everyone's expression changed. Even the Great Power Jiang Yun was shocked, saying, "Such powerful divine thoughts!"
They knew that the three ancient monsters had not yet used their full strength; they were merely testing. If they launched a thunderous strike, it would surely be even more terrifying.
"The Great Emperor's array patterns are truly incomprehensible. Even incomplete, they are this earth-shattering!"
"If they were slightly more complete, no one in this world could decipher them. Unfortunately, this is merely a corner, too severely damaged."
The three living corpses sighed. Even with their immensely powerful divine thoughts, they could not comprehend anything; they could only destroy with brute force.
Like a raging gale, like ten thousand horses galloping. The three heaven-defying ancient monsters suddenly emitted a thick black mist, completely engulfing themselves, as if opening the gates of hell. A fierce, murderous aura blanketed the sky.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a wave-like fluctuation surged from their heads, shaking the entire Divine City. These were three extremely powerful divine thoughts, like a tsunami connecting the heavens.
"Bang!"
The endless underground palace instantly shattered. Rubble flew into the high heavens, revealing the Dragon Transformation Pool under the starry sky.
The vast underground palaces beneath the earth all turned to dust, leaving a terrifying abyss in their place. Such was the terrifying divine thought of the three ancient monsters.
Unleashed without reservation, it caused such a horrifying result in an instant—shocking, almost unbelievable.
Four thousand years without dying was no empty reputation. Such a scene would make anyone's scalp tingle. Divine thoughts surged like a tide, grinding away all obstacles.
This sent chills down everyone's spine, their hairs standing on end. The Jiang family felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar—how could they resist?
The thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures involuntarily retreated, distancing themselves from the three ancient monsters, filled with extreme wariness. These three figures were too terrifying, causing dread.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Three divine fires ignited, soaring thousands of feet high, as thick as mountains, terrifying beyond measure. They represented coldness, slaughter, and death!
The three ancient monsters were reborn in the flames, surrounded by terrifying fire. One was crimson like blood—this was his lifebound divine fire, like smoke and clouds dyeing the sky, or a volcano erupting.
Another had green flames reaching the heavens, bursting from his body and shooting into the high sky, burning the night green, a thousand feet high, like a massive green mountain swaying.
The third ancient monster was pitch black like ink. Black flames shot into the sky, as if connecting the Nine Nether and the Nine Heavens, piercing heaven and earth.
The red, green, and black flames matched the colors of their rotting bodies, representing bloodshed, cold slaughter, and death.
"Move!"
The three ancient monsters growled. From their heads surged divine thought fluctuations that made people tremble, striking at the Great Emperor's array patterns. Even the void was torn apart, continuously devouring and erasing the patterns.
"Not good, stop them!" Many of the Jiang family's elders could no longer sit still. They charged forward to resist.
The three living corpses were too powerful. At this rate, they might destroy the incomplete Great Emperor's array patterns in just over an hour. Their divine thoughts were unparalleled, dimming even the sun and moon.
But these elders, though Supreme Elders of the Jiang family, were utterly insignificant before the three ancient monsters who had lived over four thousand years. The gap was far too great.
Their weapons had barely been unleashed when they were stopped by the tangible divine thoughts, shattering inch by inch into ashes—a true case of an egg striking a rock, unable to withstand a single blow.
"These three living corpses..."
Not far away, the thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures drew in cold breaths. Those who had lived over four thousand years were indeed extremely terrifying and powerful, far from the three's self-deprecating words.
These three living corpses could definitely threaten them. Though their bodies were rotten, their divine thought power surged like a vast ocean—who could stop them?
A group of Jiang family elders joined hands, their essence energy surging, nearly burning as they stepped forward. Together, they sacrificed dozens of divine weapons, striking them beyond the array patterns.
"Firefly light dares to compete with the bright moon?"
One of them sneered, acting alone. His body was crimson like blood, and his powerful divine thoughts surged out like a sea of blood, dyeing the underground world red.
"Bang!"
He alone ground the divine weapons that the Jiang elders had desperately unleashed into ashes. At the same time, an unparalleled divine thought impact—a blood-sea-like mental force—penetrated through the incomplete array patterns, like a blood-colored butcher's knife swinging.
"Puff," "Puff"...
Six elders in succession were pierced by the blood-colored divine thoughts, instantly torn apart, bones and flesh shattered into a pool of blood, dying on the spot.
These were all major figures of the Jiang family, yet before the heaven-defying ancient monsters who had not died for four thousand years, they were like newborn infants, unable to withstand a single blow.
"Hum!"
Jiang Yun's expression changed. He moved quickly, reaching out a large hand to grab the other elders back, or none would have survived.
Even so, it was a bit late. The blood-colored divine thoughts were as fast as lightning, piercing two more elders' bodies, turning them into pools of pus and blood.
How could they resist?
These living corpses, contemporaries of Jiang Taixu, though their bodies were weak, possessed divine thoughts that could dominate the Eastern Wasteland. How many could suppress them?
Outside the field, the thirteen Great Powers felt chills in their hearts, becoming even more vigilant against the three ancient monsters of astonishing age.
Four thousand years ago, these three living corpses were already Great Powers. So much time had passed; though they could not cultivate their bodies, their sea of consciousness was shocking.
"As expected of senior Great Powers who entered the Immortal Mountain and walked out alive!"
Jiang Yun, with an unadorned ancient pagoda above his head and a war halberd gleaming with black metallic luster in his hand, strode forward to block the three ancient monsters from destroying the array patterns.
"Jiang family boy, are you seeking death? When we contended with your ancestor Jiang Taixu, your grandfather wasn't even born yet," one ancient monster sneered.
But they did not stop, unwilling to give Jiang Taixu too much time, continuously grinding away the array patterns with their divine thoughts.
Jiang Yun brandished the heavenly halberd, shaking the ancient pagoda, striking at the three living corpses. His body moved like lightning.
"Chi," "Chi," "Chi"...
Strands of divine thoughts pierced into the array patterns. Though weakened and unable to advance far, they were still terrifying, like a net of death enveloping Jiang Yun.
Under the black, red, and green killing thoughts, Jiang Yun was struck as if by lightning. The pagoda above his head was pierced, the war halberd in his hand snapped, and he quickly retreated.
What could be done? Who could stop the three ancient monsters?
The Jiang family was nearly in despair. No matter how powerful the Jiang family was, at this time and place, there was no solution. Who could have imagined that even the Eternal Universe Sacred Furnace was restrained?
Otherwise, once the Great Emperor's sacred weapon was unleashed, nothing could stop it. No matter how powerful the invading enemies were, they would meet their end.
"They cannot be allowed to enter!" A group of Jiang family elders, risking life and death, charged forward again, almost suicidally blocking the way.
Unfortunately, though their courage was admirable, they truly could not compare to the ancient monsters who had lived four thousand years. Even if some were Supreme Elders of the Jiang family, they were utterly insufficient.
"Puff," "Puff"...
More than a dozen figures were beaten into mud by the three ancient monsters, each killed in a single blow. The gap in strength was too great, like a chasm or heavenly moat.
"Grain of rice dares to shine?"
One ancient monster sneered. Green light shot from his brow, piercing through elder after elder, sending them to their deaths.
"Jiang Taixu, I will cut off your descendants, ending your lineage here!" The three living corpses continued their assault.
"Come back!" Jiang Yun shouted, stopping the others and making them retreat before the Dragon Transformation Pool.
Before the incomplete Great Emperor's array patterns lay a pool of blood and mud—the remains of the Jiang family's elder generation. Sigh, they had dominated their era, but in their old age, to protect their ancestral lineage, they met such an end.
In a short time, the Jiang family had lost many major figures. Every Jiang member present felt deep sorrow.
"Crack!"
The three terrifying living corpses ground away one innate pattern after another. At this rate, it would take less than two hours.
"You three rotting corpses outside, who dares to fight me?" Ye Fan suddenly spoke, striding forward until he was within the ancient monsters' attack range before stopping.
"A snot-nosed little brat. Even if your founding master were resurrected, he wouldn't dare speak to us like this," one ancient monster said contemptuously, glancing at Ye Fan, too lazy to bother with him.
"Young friend, come back!" Jiang Yun shouted in a low voice. Other elders also transmitted messages, trying to forcefully bring him back.
"Let me try!" Ye Fan transmitted secretly, not retreating.
In truth, his heart was pounding. He had no confidence at all. Slowly, he drew the God-Slaying Whip, gripping it in his hand, hoping it would display its divine might.
"You three dead bodies ahead, if you're unconvinced, try attacking me. I could drown you with a mouthful of spit," Ye Fan taunted, standing within the safe zone, not daring to cross the line.
One ancient monster snorted coldly. He didn't want to waste words on such a junior. He struck directly—a black divine thought pierced the void, surging like a black tide, terrifying, arriving in an instant.
"Hum!"
Ye Fan swung the God-Slaying Whip, striking forward with force. The wooden whip was plain and unadorned, no different from an ordinary stick, but it was not destroyed in the black tide.
Moreover, it split the black raging waves, sending the ocean-like black divine thoughts surging back, even shattering a large portion.
But the force was too great. Though it did not strike Ye Fan directly, it still sent him flying like a leaf in the ocean, thrown hundreds of feet by the great wave, landing before the Dragon Transformation Pool.
However, he was not injured, only staggering slightly.
On the other side, the ancient monster let out a strange cry, stumbling backward, swaying, nearly falling flat on his back.
Everyone was stunned. Everyone had seen how terrifying the three living corpses were, yet now they had suffered a major loss!
"The God-Slaying Whip—it has appeared?!" One ancient monster widened his eyes in shock.
Ye Fan felt a headache coming on. How did he know this was the God-Slaying Whip? A weapon from the other end of the starry sky, brought by Pre-Qin cultivators—had he seen it before, understanding its secrets?