63: Chapter 63 The aftermath has not yet subsided, and a powerful figure descends.

Mo Qianxue did not retreat; instead, she stepped forward half a pace against that suffocating pressure, speaking with extreme speed, her voice compressed into a thin line.

"If we don't take the main entrance, the only exit to this ruin has already been blocked off."

"Battle Heaven Dragon has the Zhan family's 'Life-and-Death Heart-Link Curse' on him."

"When a person dies, the light extinguishes, and the curse erupts."

"The ones guarding outside the ruin right now are not just that group of Foundation Establishment Stage trash, but the Zhan family Elder, the Early Stage Nascent Soul, Zhan Feiyun."

"Just a moment ago, I sensed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi outside being forcibly locked down; that is the 'Heaven-and-Earth Net Formation' set up by a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse."

"We are turtles being caught in a jar."

After Mo Qianxue finished these few sentences, her chest heaved violently; this was caused by the pressure of Ye Feng's Aura, and she was also gambling with her life.

She was betting that Ye Feng was a smart person and would not waste time at this critical juncture killing someone who was delivering a message.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Nascent Soul Stage."

"Beat the small one, and sure enough, the old one comes."

He swiped across Battle Heaven Dragon's storage ring, which seemed exceptionally hot to the touch at this moment, and a burning blood-colored Talisman appeared in his palm.

The Talisman paper had already burned halfway, and the twisted character "Zhan" on it was emitting a nauseating bloody stench, looking like a weeping ghost eye, continuously transmitting coordinates outward.

"As expected of the style of a prominent aristocratic clan; they have to disgust people even in death."

"Since the main entrance is impassable, then we'll tear off the roof."

Ye Feng casually crushed the blood Talisman and turned his gaze toward the collapsing Void Realm deep within the ruin.

When he had devoured the withered wood Daoist just now, besides Spiritual Qi, some chaotic memory fragments had also appeared in his mind.

This old Daoist had been hiding here for several hundred years; although his cultivation was not great, he had long since figured out the distribution of spatial nodes in this ancient ruin.

This place was originally a broken space fragment, and now that the Formation center had been destroyed and the earth fire erupted, the entire space was like a piece of glass covered in cracks.

"The most dangerous place is often the only path to survival."

"The northwest corner, the Qian position, is where the spatial barrier is weakest."

Ye Feng grabbed the shoulder of Iron Tower, who was still in a daze, exerted force under his feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow from a bow, actually turning away from the exit and rushing toward the collapsing center where rocks were flying everywhere.

At the very moment he set off.

The rock layer at the top of the ruin was like a piece of fragile tofu, shattered by a giant hand descending from the sky.

As the dust dispersed, a figure enveloped in golden light hovered in mid-air, and a terrifying Divine Sense, like mercury pouring onto the ground, instantly locked onto Ye Feng, who was sprinting wildly.

Zhan Feiyun.

This old monster's white hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were blood-red, and he had no intention of wasting words.

"A life for a life."

He raised his withered palm and pressed it remotely toward the Void Realm below.

The Spiritual Qi within a hundred miles was instantly drained, condensing into a giant Spiritual Qi palm that covered the sky and sun, its palm prints clearly visible, carrying the will to crush everything, and it crashed down.

This palm strike could not be avoided.

The might of a Nascent Soul was enough to make a Golden Core Cultivator despair.

Ye Feng only felt the air around him solidify like iron, and his bones groaned under the unbearable pressure.

But he did not turn back, nor did he stop.

The Golden Core in his body that had just stabilized spun crazily, and the earth fire energy he had devoured earlier, the withered wood's lifelong cultivation, along with the strength of every inch of flesh and blood in his body, were squeezed out without reservation at this moment.

"Want to kill me?"

"You have to be able to keep up."

The broken sword in Ye Feng's hand let out a mournful cry, and then shattered into countless iron fragments.

He used his finger as a sword.

"Chaos Devouring Sword Intent, gather!"

All the energy gathered at his fingertips, and without any fancy Moves, he fiercely stabbed at the seemingly empty Void Realm node in front of him.

"Open for me!"

Zi la—

The originally stable space was forcibly torn open by this strike, which had gathered several types of violent energy.

Beyond the crack was not the outside world of birds and flowers, but a chaotic Void Realm filled with raging gale winds and pitch-black darkness.

The legendary "Chaotic Star Sea" turbulence.

"To enter is a nine-in-ten chance of death, to retreat is certain death."

A crazy arc curled up at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

Just at the moment before that giant palm covering the sky was about to strike the top of his head.

He turned around abruptly.

Across a distance of hundreds of meters, across the boundary between life and death.

Ye Feng faced the stunned Zhan Feiyun in mid-air, slowly raised his right hand, and made a cold gesture across his throat.

"Wash your neck clean and wait."

The next second.

He dragged Iron Tower, and like a stone thrown into an abyss, jumped into that rapidly healing spatial crack without hesitation.

Boom!

The giant palm fell.

The entire ruin was completely turned into powder, the earth collapsed by a hundred zhang, and smoke and dust soared into the sky.

But there was already no one there.

Zhan Feiyun in mid-air let out an angry roar that shook a hundred miles, the sound waves rolling, causing Yao Beasts within a ten-mile radius to explode and die.

All his attacks had hit empty space.

He watched helplessly as that spatial crack closed before him, leaving only a piece of violent spatial turbulence, mocking him as it surged at the edge of his Divine Sense.

Deep in that pitch-black Void Realm torrent, countless gale winds capable of shredding a Nascent Soul Cultivator rolled toward those two tiny figures like blades, and in that moment before they were about to be swallowed, beneath the seemingly thin layer of skin on Ye Feng's body, a more ancient and vast Aura seemed to be awakening, like some kind of sleeping Vicious Beast, completely enraged by this overwhelming murderous intent.