202: Chapter 202: Who Has Harmed My Human Race?

Xiao Ran transformed into a streak of black light, frantically speeding through the Demon King's Domain.

Because he knew that time was running out for him.

It wasn't just his time; it was everyone's time.

If they couldn't combine their strength to break the Demon King's Domain in time, everyone would die here.

Therefore, he had to find the remaining humans as quickly as possible.

A safe zone within the Domain.

Old Liu was counting the survivors. His blood-drinking blade was thrust into the ground, the dark red spiritual light on the blade's body so dim it was nearly invisible.

Moreover, his body was covered in wounds, making his already hideous face look even more terrifying.

However, these wounds were not suffered in vain.

Over twenty people had gathered around Old Liu—some were members of the Monster Hunting Team, others were Loose Cultivators.

Though every one of them was injured, they were all still alive.

"Is there anyone else?"

Old Liu asked with a hoarse voice.

His voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing against wood—dry and exhausted.

A team member shook his head: "Can't find anyone else. They might... already be dead."

Old Liu fell silent.

When they set out, there were so many people, high-spirited and mighty.

Now, less than thirty remained, each one scarred and battered, looking as if they had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Looking at these weary yet determined faces, a sense of desolation welled up in his heart.

"Captain Liu!"

Just then, a voice came from the distance.

Old Liu looked up and saw Xiao Ran running toward them, hope instantly appearing on his face.

"You're here!"

Old Liu hurried to meet him, his eyes full of urgency.

"I've already sent the message to the Captain; he received it and said he will coordinate with us."

Xiao Ran nodded, gasping for breath.

"That's good. No more nonsense, everyone follow me now."

"We're going to the weak point of the barrier to tear an opening."

After saying that, he turned and flew toward the northeast.

His grey robes snapped in the wind like a flag guiding the way.

Old Liu quickly signaled the group to follow.

"Get up! Everyone get up! Those who can walk, help those who can't! If you've still got breath, don't just lie there—we aren't dead yet!"

The twenty-odd people supported one another, staggering behind Xiao Ran.

Everyone knew that every second counted, so they didn't ask questions and simply followed him blindly.

Xiao Ran ran at the front, silently calculating the time in his head.

Venerable Powang's Legacy flickered constantly in his mind, telling him that the barrier's weak point appeared once every thirty breaths and lasted for only one breath.

One breath—the time it takes for an ordinary person to blink.

They had to concentrate all their power on that single point within that one breath to have a chance at tearing it open.

Miss that one breath, and they would have to wait another thirty.

Thirty breaths was enough for the Demon King to slaughter everyone.

"Fast! Faster!"

He shouted back, his voice raspy.

Everyone gritted their teeth and increased their speed.

An incense stick's time later, they finally reached the northeast corner of the barrier.

Xiao Ran stopped and looked up at the sky.

The runes there circulated much faster than elsewhere, like a school of startled fish swimming frantically, flickering in and out of brightness.

The space was also at its most unstable, like the surface of a lake ruffled by the wind.

Twisting, deforming, tearing, then healing, then tearing again.

Runes on the grey-black light screen swam like tadpoles, each surge carrying a suffocating power.

"It's here."

He said in a low voice.

His voice carried an unquestionable firmness.

"If all goes well, the Captain will attack this point from the inside in a moment."

Xiao Ran's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"What we need to do is concentrate all our strength on this same point the moment the Captain attacks to tear an opening."

"Remember, we only have one breath's time. If we miss it, we won't get another chance."

No one spoke.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles white, their eyes filled with resolution.

Xiao Ran took a deep breath, took the ten thousand poison bead from his robes and held it in his palm, beginning to gather power.

"Are you ready?"

He calculated; the time was almost right.

"Ready!"

Everyone answered in unison.

Right then, a blinding light suddenly erupted in the sky.

A massive golden sword slashed against the light screen from the inside.

The giant sword was hundreds of feet long, with terrifying Sword Intent flowing over its blade.

This was the Sword Intent triggered by Captain Zhao using the last of his spiritual power.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, space was split into a black crack, from which the howling of void storms echoed.

The light screen vibrated violently, and a tiny crack appeared.

The crack spread across the light screen like a bolt of lightning, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Now!"

Xiao Ran roared, slamming the poison mist he had been condensing for a long time into the crack.

The poison mist transformed into a poison dragon, opening its maw to pounce on the crack.

The poison dragon struck the crack with a sizzling corrosive sound; the crack widened slightly, and white smoke rose from the edges.

Old Liu let out a furious roar, the dark red spiritual light on his blood-drinking blade suddenly surging.

He gripped the blade with both hands and slashed at the crack.

The crack widened again, small fragments chipping off the edges.

The other members of the Monster Hunting Team also attacked one after another.

The Loose Cultivators also gave their all, including Li Changsheng and Su Qinghan.

For a moment, Sword Qi, blade light, spear shadows, arrows, fist shadows, palm winds, Talismans, Spells... countless attacks bombarded the crack.

Multicolored light illuminated the entire wasteland.

The crack grew larger and larger like a torn mouth, revealing the grey sky outside.

"Go! Rush out!" Old Liu roared, his voice raspy yet sounding like a clap of thunder.

The crowd rushed toward the opening.

One, two, three... twenty-odd people surged toward the exit like a tide.

Old Liu stayed at the very back, glancing back into the depths of the Domain.

There, Captain Zhao was in a fierce battle against the three great Demon Kings.

Golden light and black Demonic Qi intertwined, each collision erupting with an earth-shattering boom.

Captain Zhao's figure flickered within the golden light, like a lamp about to go out, swaying precariously in a gale.

"Captain Zhao..."

Old Liu whispered softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

Then he turned, preparing to dash through the exit.

Just then, the roar of the Overlord Tiger rang out.

"Humans! You won't escape!"

Its voice was like thunder, making the very air tremble.

It raised its paw and swiped at the fleeing crowd.

Golden flames burned on its claws; the temperature was so high that space itself twisted and deformed wherever they passed.

Furthermore, the phantom of a White Tiger could be seen roaring within the flames.

That was the Overlord Tiger's innate Divine Ability, containing the power of the ancient White Tiger Bloodline.

This single blow was enough to annihilate everyone.

Captain Zhao struggled to stand, wanting to stop it, but it was already too late.

At this critical moment, a powerful force struck from outside the Demon King's Domain.

With just a flash of golden light, the Demon King's Domain instantly shattered into pieces, simultaneously canceling out the Overlord Tiger's innate Divine Ability.

"Yao scum, you dare kill my Human Race?"

An incredibly majestic voice echoed from afar.