Chapter 1510: Eight-Sided Ambush

Chapter 1510: Eight Sides Encirclement and Kill

Inside the teleportation array channel, Ye Chen was flying at top speed. As he approached the exit, the array platform was destroyed. With a wave of his hand, he summoned another one, stepping onto it and pouring in his essence energy to the maximum.

"Where do you think you're going!" A strong expert from the myriad races noticed Ye Chen and struck with a palm that covered the sky, sweeping down.

However, that expert's palm, though powerful, came a moment too late. Ye Chen had already escaped through the teleportation array platform, vanishing in an unknown direction. Since it was a teleportation array, it wouldn't send him far.

More experts rushed in, following Kunpeng Laozu's orders, sealing off the heavens and earth within a radius of three hundred thousand *li* layer by layer. With over five thousand races involved, their numbers were overwhelmingly vast.

The real headache wasn't just this, but the emperor weapon's tracking, which allowed them to monitor Ye Chen's every move, making it impossible for him to hide. The encirclement was closing in steadily, and even with a teleportation array, escape was difficult.

Yet, this very headache was also Ye Chen's greatest relief. The emperor weapon required Kunpeng Laozu and the others to control it, tying them down and preventing any quasi-emperor-level experts from joining the fight—this was good news.

In the channel, Ye Chen's eyes blazed with golden light as he unleashed his peak combat power. The Fen Ji sword in his hand trembled, radiating terrifying sword energy in all directions, ready for an all-out battle to carve a bloody path by force.

"Let me out, let's fight together."

From inside the cauldron, Yan Long brandished his ghost-headed great blade, exuding wild fury, his expression frenzied and his eyes blood-red, prepared to risk it all.

"With your level, you'd just get wiped out with one slap."

Ye Chen scolded him immediately and refused to release Yan Long, as his cultivation and combat strength were nowhere near sufficient and would only cause chaos.

As he spoke, Ye Chen suddenly swung his sword, shattering the channel and emerging. Since the emperor weapon could lock onto the channel's exit, he knew experts would be waiting there.

Knowing that, he had no intention of exiting obediently. Instead, he broke out early—you all can wait at the exit, but I'll go my own way.

This move truly disrupted Kunpeng Laozu's plans.

Just as Ye Chen expected, the teleportation array exit was swarming with experts, but because he escaped midway, the myriad races' experts had to reposition themselves.

Ye Chen was adept at using military tactics, darting between numerous array platforms within the three hundred thousand *li* area, frustrating the myriad races' experts to no end. Where did all these teleportation arrays come from?

Once again, Ye Chen burst out of the spatial channel, but this time, his luck ran out. The myriad races had too many members, and as soon as he emerged, a massive palm print came crashing down from the sky.

"A mere Saint King dares to block me?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and struck with his sword, splitting the Saint King in two. With his Great Saint body and quasi-emperor weapon, a single Saint King was no match.

However, this delay cost him the initiative. As he tried to activate the teleportation array to escape, experts from all sides combined their forces to disrupt the space, blocking the array's transmission.

"Run, keep running!"

From the east, three Great Saints from the Jinwu Clan led over a dozen Saint Kings in a charge, their golden eyes now blood-red, each one grinding their teeth in rage.

"Today, you won't escape your doom."

From the west, three Great Saints from the Kunpeng Clan led a group of Saint Kings to block the way, their momentum overwhelming, killing intent soaring to the heavens, their expressions twisted like demons.

"Capture him alive."

From the south, the Baqi Clan Great Saint commanded his forces to surround them, each one wielding terrifying magical tools and performing deadly techniques, their pressure so intense that the void shattered inch by inch.

"We'll make you wish you were dead."

From the north, three Great Saint-level experts from the Taigu Fengdiao Clan led the charge, with many Saint Kings behind them on ancient war chariots that shook the very heavens and earth.

It wasn't just the four cardinal directions—experts also swarmed from the southeast, northeast, northwest, and southwest, some riding flying swords, others soaring on clouds, and still others mounted on spirit beasts. It was a true eight-sided encirclement, with killing intent filling the air and ferocious expressions on every face.

The heavens and earth trembled with booming rumbles, like eternal thunderclaps. As far as the eye could see, figures crowded the skies and covered the ground, surging like tidal waves that stirred up shocking storms.

This was only part of the force; many more were still en route. With over five thousand races joining the hunt, the scale was like a full-scale war, involving hundreds of thousands of participants.

Compared to them, Ye Chen's figure seemed isolated and fragile, at constant risk of being overwhelmed.

"If you want to kill me, then pay the price in blood."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his face equally frenzied as he gripped Fen Ji and charged toward the northwest, where the Shanggu Xueyan Clan experts were gathered.

"Seal him for me."

The Xueyan Great Saint shouted coldly, firing a blood beam from his forehead—a blood-red treasure seal, a genuine Great Saint weapon, with every wisp of its blood energy as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen said nothing. Just before the treasure seal's pressure hit, he activated the Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth secret technique, swapping positions with a Saint King beside the Xueyan Great Saint and dodging the fatal strike.

Though he had taken over a Great Saint body, his primordial spirit was only at the Saint level, far from unleashing full Great Saint power, so he dared not clash directly. But swapping positions was still possible.

With Ye Chen gone, that Xueyan Saint King suffered the consequences, caught off guard by the Great Saint-level treasure seal, his body crushed into pulp and his primordial spirit extinguished.

"Bastard!" The Xueyan Great Saint raged and swept a palm at Ye Chen, but Ye Chen's positioning was as elusive as ever, using Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth again to swap with a Xueyan clansman a thousand *zhang* away.

Another bloodbath ensued as that quasi-Saint was crushed, while Ye Chen teleported to the rear, where mostly Saints and quasi-Saint Kings were gathered. He swept his sword, wiping out a swath and carving a bloody path.

"Seal the space, break the Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth!"

The Kunpeng Clan Great Saint roared in anger, deploying his natal magical tool. The other clans' Great Saints weren't fools either, casting secret techniques to lock down the heavens and earth.

With Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth impeded, Ye Chen wildly swung his quasi-emperor sword, forcing his way through the sea of people and blasting open a bloody path. No one below Great Saint could withstand a single strike from him.

"Seal him for me."

Several Great Saints arrived in succession, jointly activating a Great Saint-level heavenly net that descended from the sky to capture Ye Chen alive. This was a sealing tool designed specifically for restraint.

Ye Chen didn't dare confront it head-on, especially since getting trapped would be disastrous. Even the slightest delay would let the swarm of experts overwhelm him, and not even a true Great Saint could escape.

In a flash, he summoned a Yin Ming Dead General, sending it like a divine light straight into the sky to block the net. Then, the Yin Ming energy erupted violently, self-destructing high in the void.

The Yin Ming Dead General's explosion targeted not the net, but the spatial seals of the heavens and earth.

The self-destruction of a Great Saint-level Yin Ming Dead General was extraordinarily powerful, blasting a gap in the heavenly net and shattering the spatial seals along with it.

With the space unsealed, Ye Chen activated Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth again, timing it perfectly to avoid the blast radius in an instant and escape the area.

Though he got away, the myriad races' experts weren't so lucky, especially those within the explosion's range. They turned into mist in droves, and even Great Saint-level experts were left in utter disarray.

"Bastard!"

Angry shouts erupted everywhere, killing intent boiling over. So many experts, including Great Saints, had been made a fool of by a Saint who had seized a Great Saint body—it was a massive humiliation, an utter disgrace.

The various Great Saints joined forces once more to seal the space. "Attack his primordial spirit directly!"

At these words, experts from all sides understood, their foreheads glowing with immortal light as they fired divine beams, each one dazzling and destructive, all locking onto Ye Chen's primordial spirit.

Ye Chen's heart shuddered. He summoned a second Great Saint-level Yin Ming Dead General and, without a second thought, made it self-destruct.

The spatial seal was blown open again, and just before the divine spirit swords hit, Ye Chen used Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth, narrowly avoiding annihilation—otherwise, he would have been destroyed.

Blood stained the heavens as the person Ye Chen swapped with let out no scream, their body and spirit both eradicated.

"You deserve to die!"

A Baqi Clan Great Saint used a great shifting divine ability to block Ye Chen's path, disrupting the surrounding space, and thrust a dark finger straight at Ye Chen's forehead.

Ye Chen snorted coldly. His third Yin Ming Dead General charged out, blocking the finger for him, while he suddenly swung his quasi-emperor sword, sending the Baqi Great Saint flying and nearly splitting him in half.

In that brief moment, a Jinwu Great Saint lunged from behind, striking with a palm blade that sent Ye Chen's blood and bones flying. Before a second strike could land, the Yin Ming Dead General punched back, forcing him to stagger.

Seven or eight Great Saints arrived together, unleashing magical tools or divine abilities in unison.

Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red as he ordered the third Great Saint-level Yin Ming Dead General to charge straight at them and self-destruct without hesitation. Those seven or eight Great Saints were instantly blown apart, their blood and bones scattering.

He was truly going berserk, summoning Yin Ming Dead Generals one after another, each self-destructing in sequence. The surrounding experts were either killed outright or sent flying in explosions.

With this frenzied, all-or-nothing approach, he blasted a bloody path through the dense crowd, combining it with Shifting Heavens and Exchanging Earth and Shrinking Earth into Inches to break free of the encirclement.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The Kunpeng Great Saint pursued, thrusting his battle spear and piercing Ye Chen's body.

Ye Chen spun around abruptly, slashing his sword to repel the Kunpeng Great Saint. At the same time, he swapped positions with a massive boulder a thousand *zhang* away, dodging the onslaught and fully escaping.

He had already summoned the teleportation array, stepping onto it and madly channeling his essence energy to flee.

Experts flooded in from all directions, and as they saw the array activating, they desperately used great divine abilities to disrupt the space—but they were too late. They couldn't stop Ye Chen as he vanished from the heavens and earth.

"Northwest direction, pursue!"

A cold hum echoed from the misty void—it was Kunpeng Laozu, who had locked onto Ye Chen's position and directed the myriad races.

"Pursue!"

The myriad races' experts wore icy expressions, their furious roars shaking the sky. Some used teleportation arrays, others rode swords, all racing toward the northwest. Those still en route headed straight to the ancient city to borrow its transmission arrays for the chase—transmission arrays were much faster than array platforms.

"Useless, a bunch of useless fools!"

In the Nan Yu underground palace, the nine old ancestors were furious enough to kill, their faces burning with shame. With so many experts from the myriad races, not only had they failed to stop him, but they had let him escape. As ancestors, their reputations were ruined, and so was the face of the myriad races.