81: massacre

Boom——!!!

The battle instantly entered the most bloody and brutal phase of slaughter!

This wasn't a battle, but a one-sided massacre!

Di Lingxiao's dragon fall spear transformed into a storm of death, wherever it passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and no one could withstand a single thrust!

Di Jintian's Divine Demon Chaos Tribulation was like a moving natural disaster, devouring all life!

Di Wushang was like the God of Death walking in the shadows; each time his Crimson Demonic Pupils flashed, a powerful enemy would inevitably fall!

Di Qingge's Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire Domain became a forbidden zone for life; the rotating fiery millstone mercilessly crushed any enemies daring to approach!

Di Xingyun's starfall pagoda suppressed all directions, Star True Fire burned Magic Treasures, and the Big Dipper Shifting Sword Formation was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, precisely harvesting lives!

The Cultivators of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion were the first to collapse! Their Magic Treasures were like scrap iron under the Star True Fire, and their proud wealth was utterly worthless before absolute power! Countless Cultivators let out desperate screams as their heads were instantly pierced by a Star Power Sword Qi!

The Vicious Beasts of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain wailed everywhere, falling in droves under the dual assault of the Divine Demon Chaos Tribulation and the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire; beast tamers were easily killed by Di Wushang's demonic pupils!

The ragtag mobs of small and medium-sized forces and Loose Cultivators were like harvested straw, suffering heavy casualties and littering the ground with corpses under the Di Clan's frenzied slaughter!

Severed limbs and broken Magic Treasures mixed with frozen ice crystals and incinerated ashes covered the shattered earth! Blood flowed like streams, the thick scent of blood mingling with the smell of scorching, icy cold, and Nether Qi, forming a nauseating breath of death!

"Devils! They are devils!"

"Run! Run for your lives!"

"Spare me!"

Crumbling cries and desperate pleas for mercy replaced the previous battle cries.

The surviving Cultivators were utterly terrified, no longer caring about any Legacy, only wishing their parents had given them two more legs as they cried for their parents and fled in all directions for their lives!

Ye Gucheng watched his own sharp Sword Qi be easily extinguished by the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire, and saw the Di Clan members unleash a massacre like awakened Vicious Beasts... His icy sword heart made the most rational judgment—this was hopeless! Preserve oneself to fight another day!

Without any hesitation, his Heavenly Gang Sword Formation instantly contracted to protect his body, transforming into a sharp, peerless sword light. Moving faster than when he arrived, he disappeared at the edge of the battlefield without looking back.

Ming Xin Buddhist Disciple looked at the hellish scene before him, at the Di Clan members who were like demon gods bathing in blood, slaughtering and harvesting lives. He clasped his hands together, softly chanting a Buddhist invocation, his compassionate gaze filled with deep exhaustion and helplessness.

"Amitabha... The killing tribulation has begun, Karma fire burns the body... Tribulation... Tribulation..." He did not linger further; golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet as he transformed into a golden light, drifting away, unwilling to be tainted by even a trace of Karma from this place.

Feng Qingwu and Feng Wutong of the Heavenly Phoenix Pavilion had already turned pale when the Di Clan began their bloody massacre and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Cultivators fell in droves.

Feng Qingwu grabbed Feng Wutong, who still wanted to observe, and shouted in a low voice, "Go!" She led the Heavenly Phoenix Pavilion members to quickly retreat to the very edge of the battlefield, then without hesitation transformed into Colorful Mist and fled, far away from this bloody Hell.

Amid the chaotic fleeing crowd, Fairy Xue Ling's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body trembling. She looked at the Di Clan members who were like demon gods, at the horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was terrified to the extreme.

When the last person was pinned to the shattered earth by Di Lingxiao's spear, the area near the Netherworld Passage fell into deathly silence.

The shattered space writhed slowly like a hideous wound.

An unbearably thick scent of blood permeated the air, mixed with scorching, icy cold, and the chill of the Netherworld, forming a suffocating odor.

The earth was soaked with blood, taking on a dark red hue. Severed limbs, shattered organs, fragments of broken Magic Treasures, frozen ice crystals, and incinerated ashes... various elements of death chaotically covered an area of several miles, creating an extremely tragic hellish painting.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Truly mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The seven members of the Di Clan stood like seven demon gods who had crawled out of a blood pool Hell, at the center of this sea of corpses.

They were kind-hearted, but that didn't mean their Di Clan could be bullied at will!

This was the first blade their Di Clan showed to the entire Eastern Wasteland!

Di Lingxiao's dragon fall spear pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip dripping with thick blood. The black patterns of his Undying Battle Body slowly faded, but the crisscrossing wounds on his body slowly writhed and healed under the war body's effect. He grinned, revealing blood-stained white teeth, his smile wild and ferocious.

The divine and demonic phantoms around Di Jintian had already dissipated; his face was pale, his aura weak, clearly having expended immense energy.

Di Tianxiao suddenly raised his head, his tiger-like eyes sweeping over the survivors at the edge of the battlefield—those who had luckily not died, collapsed on the ground, or retreated in terror—and let out a roar like an injured Vicious Beast, his voice hoarse yet carrying a crushing, Berserker Will:

"Who——else——is——there——?!!!"

"Who else wants to come and snatch it?!!"

"Come on——!!!"

The roar echoed in the silent battlefield, like a funeral bell tolling, shaking the survivors to their core, making them scramble backward in panic, completely disappearing into the shadows of the shattered space.

No one dared to stay any longer.

At the exit of the Netherworld Secret Realm, only the thick scent of blood, the corpses littering the ground, the shattered space, and seven blood-soaked figures standing like they had returned from Hell remained.

In this battle, the seven members of the Di Clan slaughtered over a thousand powerful enemies, terrifying the heroes, causing them to flee for miles! The fearsome reputation forged by mountains of corpses and seas of blood would surely shake the entire Eastern Wasteland!

In this battle, prodigies like Feng Jiuxiao of the Demon Phoenix Valley and Xue Li of the Blood Demon Sect were all massacred.

Suddenly.

An indescribable, terrifying wail, as if from the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds or like the simultaneous lament of billions of lost Souls, came without warning!

This sound pierced through space, ignored defenses, and acted directly on the depths of the Soul!

Di Wushang's icy voice carried a trace of unprecedented gravity: "Quick, leave! Something... immensely terrifying is Awakening!"

Rumble rumble rumble——!!!

The entire Netherworld Secret Realm suddenly shook violently! Not from the shattering of space, but the "world" of the Secret Realm itself trembling!

The shattered Void Realm was like a lake into which a giant rock had been thrown, Stirring up a monstrous wave! Countless fine spatial cracks wildly sprouted and spread throughout the Secret Realm!

An indescribable, ancient, even more vast, and filled with pure destruction and greedy intent, terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the Secret Realm, like a world-destroying behemoth that had slept for eons opening its eyes!

"Go——!!!"

Di Tianxiao let out a beast-like roar!

"Go!" Di Wushang shouted sharply, his Crimson Demonic Pupils flashing with Ghost Light, forcibly tearing apart the chaotic Power of Space around him, sweeping up Di Qingge and Di Qianjie.

Di Tianxiao, Di Lingxiao, Di Jintian, and Di Xingyun followed closely behind, transforming into several dim yet resolute streams of light, flying toward the Secret Realm exit!

The earth silently annihilated! Space completely shattered like fragile glass! Forming a massive, void black hole emitting an aura of eternal deathly silence!

That hellish field paved with the corpses of over a thousand Cultivators, along with the shattered space fragments, was instantly completely erased, Transformed into the most primordial nothingness! Not even a speck of dust remained!