255: Chapter 255: Annihilation of the Demon Clan

Shi Haokong had just swatted away a Zhao Family Prodigy when he was surrounded by over a dozen Yellow Spring corpses.

Long Halberds thrust from all directions; he dodged left and right, but his body was still pierced in several places.

His golden mane was matted with blood, clinging to his body in clumps; his movements grew slower, and every claw swipe exhausted his entire strength.

She Yuan was entangled by the Jade Rabbit Statues.

His venom was ineffective against the Jade Rabbits.

His seven heads were being frantically bitten by the Jade Rabbit Statues, leaving them a bloody mess, with shredded flesh and black blood splashing together.

He roared in pain, spraying venom wildly, but it only produced puffs of white smoke when it hit the Jade Rabbits.

Lei Qianjun was caught in a pincer attack by the Yellow Spring corpses and Sword Dust.

His power of lightning was a great counter to the Yellow Spring corpses, a single bolt able to shatter several, but there were simply too many.

One shattered, and two more would take its place.

Two shattered, and four more would come forward.

His spiritual power was depleting rapidly, the blue-green electric light growing increasingly dim.

From the initial blinding lightning, it had turned into small arcs crackling on his body.

Chi Hanyuan's Profound Ice Cold Qi was also countered by the Jade Rabbits.

The battle continued for about the time it takes to drink two cups of tea.

The number of the Yao Race had plummeted from the initial seventy or eighty to fewer than thirty; the six great Yao Sovereigns were all injured, having exhausted most of their spiritual power.

Three to four hundred Yellow Spring corpses had been lost, and twenty or thirty Jade Rabbit Statues had also been shattered.

But the remaining numbers were still several times those of their opponents.

Most of Shi Haokong's mane had been torn off, revealing the bloody skin beneath.

His left hind leg had been pierced by a Long Halberd, leaving him limping.

His golden Demonic Qi had dimmed until it was almost invisible; he had to gasp for breath several times after every exertion.

She Yuan had only four heads left, all mangled, and one eye had been pecked blind.

Black blood was smeared across his face, making him look exceptionally miserable.

Most of Lei Qianjun's scales were shattered, and the electric light flickered intermittently.

Chi Hanyuan's Frost Qi was nearly exhausted.

"We can't escape," Lei Qianjun's voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of resigned despair.

Shi Haokong looked around.

The Yellow Spring corpses surrounded them in dense layers, while the Jade Rabbit Statues crouched in the distance, watching like tigers eyeing their prey.

Although the Human Race Cultivators were exhausted, their eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent.

The entrance had long since been sealed, and the Moon Palace's wall Restrictions were so powerful that not even Divine Sense could penetrate them.

A cold wave of unwillingness surged in his heart.

"If we can't escape, then we'll take them down with us."

His voice was low, but it pierced into the heart of every Yao like an ice pick.

The other Yao Sovereigns looked at each other, seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

There was no hesitation, no fear—only a tragic sense of heading toward death.

"Fine. Let's die together."

She Yuan hissed, the eyes on his four heads lighting up with a blood-red glow simultaneously.

Lei Qianjun was the first to move.

The electric light on his body suddenly exploded; the radiance was so blinding that one couldn't look directly at it, stronger than ever before.

It was as if he were releasing all his spiritual power at once.

Purple-blue lightning coiled around his body like snakes; scales blasted off one by one, leaving him a bloody mess.

But there was no pain in his eyes, only madness.

"Thunderous Heavenly Explosion!"

Lei Qianjun roared, his body suddenly swelling before violently exploding.

Boom!

The purple lightning transformed into a sea of thunder, swallowing everything within a ten zhang radius.

Yellow Spring corpses were blown to pieces, bone fragments flying, and the silver-white ghost fires were instantly extinguished.

Jade Rabbit Statues were struck into stones, shattered rocks scattering across the ground.

Several Human Race Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were also submerged in the sea of thunder; they didn't even have time to scream before being turned to charcoal.

Zhao Wudi was thrown back by the shockwave, crashing heavily against a pillar and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Chi Hanyuan moved as well.

He opened his massive maw and spat out a fist-sized ice-blue bead.

That was his Yao Core, the condensation of his lifelong cultivation and Profound Ice Cold Qi.

The bead floated in the air, radiating a bone-chilling cold that even froze the moisture in the air into fine ice crystals that rustled as they fell.

"Profound Ice Soul-Crushing!"

He gave a low growl, and the Yao Core shattered.

An ice-blue cold wave spread out in all directions like a tsunami, freezing everything in its path.

Air, spiritual power, sound, and even light seemed to be solidified.

The Yellow Spring corpses, still in a charging posture, stopped rigidly in place before shattering into a floor of ice shards.

The Jade Rabbit Statues were frozen into blocks of ice and then burst apart.

Several Prodigies from the City Lord's Manor couldn't retreat in time; they were overtaken by the cold wave and instantly turned into ice sculptures.

Their faces still bore expressions of terror before they shattered into countless ice crystals, leaving not even bones behind.

Li Qingyun was grazed by the cold air; his left arm and leg were frostbitten, the skin turning black and blood vessels bursting from the cold, the pain nearly causing him to faint.

Gritting his teeth, he used his long sword to prop himself up and commanded the remaining Prodigies to retreat.

She Yuan's last three heads swelled simultaneously, as if inflated, with a dark green light surging beneath the skin.

That wasn't venom; it was his Natal Yao Core burning.

"Ten Thousand Poisons Corroding the Heavens!"

He roared, and all three heads exploded at once.

A dark green poisonous mist erupted like a volcanic eruption, rapidly spreading out.

Everywhere the mist passed, the ground was corroded with pits and holes, emitting pungent white smoke.

Magic Treasures were corroded until their spiritual light vanished, turning into scrap metal.

The Yellow Spring corpses were enveloped by the poisonous mist; their bones were corroded, their Long Halberds were corroded, and even the ghost fires were eroded until they dimmed.

One corpse after another collapsed silently, turning into pools of pus.

Sword Dust couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed on his right arm by the poisonous mist; his sleeve was instantly corroded, revealing the skin beneath.

Black lines immediately appeared on his skin, like countless tiny snakes writhing under the surface, causing agonizing pain.

Making a prompt decision, he used his sword to slice off a piece of flesh from his right arm, flinging the bloody meat onto the ground.

The piece of meat continued to be corroded after hitting the ground, turning into pus within a few breaths.

Shi Haokong was the last one.

He stood in the center of the field of corpses and shattered bones; his golden mane had been burned to ash, revealing charred skin.

"Remember, humans, you owe my Yao Race a debt of blood that will be repaid sooner or later!"

Shi Haokong let out a long howl toward the sky, the sound shattering the Night-Luminescent Pearls in the hall.

Then his body burst into flames, golden fire igniting from deep within his marrow.

That was the Golden Lion Clan's most ancient Bloodline burning Secret Technique; the price was the total destruction of body and soul, with no chance of Reincarnation.

He charged toward the crowd, the golden flames trailing a long tail of fire behind him.

"Lion King Burning the Heavens!"

Boom!

The golden flames exploded, swallowing everything within dozens of zhang.

Heatwaves rolled, the air burning until it was distorted and deformed, and the ground melted into lava.

Zhao Wudi, Sword Dust, and Li Qingyun reacted instantly, hurriedly calling the Disciples behind them to form a formation.

Xiao Ran stood at the entrance, the Yellow Spring Army blocking for him, shielding him from the explosion's shockwave and flames.

Over twenty corpses were blown to pieces, bone fragments flying, but his main body was uninjured.

Li Changsheng was also protected by the Jade Rabbit Statues; two Jade Rabbits were blown apart, while the rest blocked in front of him.

The aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided.

The hall was in a complete mess, filled with devastation.

A large crater had been blasted into the ground, with molten lava at the bottom still emitting heat.

The surrounding pillars were covered in cracks and scorch marks, and most of the Night-Luminescent Pearls were shattered, leaving the light dim.

The last Yao Sovereign of the Yao Race was also dead.

But the Human Race had also paid a heavy price.

Of the fifteen from the Zhao Family, only four now remained.

Zhao Wudi was unconscious and was being carried on the back of a Zhao Family Prodigy.

Of the fifteen from the Sword Sect, five remained.

Sword Dust was covered in wounds; although the bleeding from the wound on his right arm had stopped, it was still seeping blood.

Of the eighteen from the City Lord's Manor, seven remained.

Li Qingyun's back was burned, the pain causing him to break out in a cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and held on, taking a headcount.

Every name called out felt like a knife cutting into his heart.

Other factions were even worse off; the Luoxia Sect was completely wiped out, not one of the ten people remaining, their bodies blown to pieces.

Only one person remained from the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, a young female Cultivator huddling in a corner, shivering.

Xiao Ran did a count; of the dozens of Human Race Cultivators who had initially entered...

Fewer than twenty were now alive.

The Yellow Spring Army had lost nearly half, but there were still over six hundred corpses, and they could be resurrected after some time.

Li Changsheng's Jade Rabbit Army had also lost many, but sixty or seventy still remained.

The hall was terrifyingly quiet, with only the groans of the injured and the sound of blood dripping.