Chapter 1691: Where is the person?

In the chaotic battle on the vast sea, amid the deafening thunderous roars, one voice shrieked the loudest:

"Protect me, save me."

It was Zifa Mojun, driven to madness by Ye Chen's relentless pursuit.

A peak quasi-emperor, a demon sovereign under the great emperor, was actually being chased by a saint wielding an imperial artifact, fleeing in utter disarray.

It was fortunate that Tiān Mó Dì wasn't present; otherwise, he would have struck him down with a single palm. After all, he was a demon sovereign – don't disgrace me like this.

"You're far inferior to Tian Mojun," Ye Chen said, striding across the brilliant immortal river and catching up once more, unleashing the Ba Huang Fist.

The fleeing Zifa Mojun was nearly obliterated by the punch.

Speaking of Tian Mojun, that was an ancient tale. Since the invasion of the heavenly demons, he was the first demon sovereign slain by Ye Chen.

Comparing the two, Zifa Mojun fell far short of Tian Mojun, not only in combat power but also in the demeanor befitting a demon sovereign.

A thousand zhang away, Zifa Mojun landed, burning his essence blood to rapidly heal his body, staring at Ye Chen with eyes full of terror.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How can it be the emperor's baleful aura?"

Zifa Mojun sensed it clearly: within Ye Chen's body was the baleful aura of an emperor, one that belonged exclusively to Tiān Mó Dì.

Such a level of baleful aura could only be possessed by someone who had truly slain Tiān Mó Dì, and it would linger for a lifetime.

Slaughtering a great emperor was the supreme glory and achievement.

The presence of Tiān Mó Dì's baleful aura in Ye Chen meant he had once slain an emperor – the emperor of their heavenly demon domain.

But how was that possible? He was just a mere saint! Even with an imperial artifact, he absolutely couldn't withstand a single strike from an emperor.

What exactly had happened? How could such a thing occur?

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Zifa Mojun's eyes bulged, growing more fearful with each thought, involuntarily retreating.

"There's nothing impossible," Ye Chen snorted coldly, advancing through the sky and extinguishing swaths of heavenly demon soldiers and generals who charged at him.

In the end, no one dared to approach, and no one dared to block his path.

Whether heavenly demon generals or soldiers, all wore expressions of fear, their bodies trembling, even the weapons in their hands shaking.

Ye Chen was too strong, like a god of slaughter, bearing an imperial artifact and the emperor's baleful aura, making people afraid to look directly at him or confront him.

The virtual sky rumbled with banging sounds as Ye Chen stepped forward, each footfall making the heavens tremble.

Zifa Mojun retreated repeatedly, already reaching the barren edge of Xiuluo Hai.

"Blood debts must be paid in blood."

Ye Chen leaped forward, the nine paths of Ba Huang merging in an instant, his fist piercing through the eternal firmament.

"I'll fight you to the death."

Not sure if it was from fear or something else, Zifa Mojun, with disheveled hair, charged forward.

His palm fused with numerous divine abilities and secret techniques, dark seal scripts carved between his fingers, and covered in thunder.

Fist and palm collided, and that vast expanse of sky exploded in an instant.

Ye Chen stood unmoved, like a monarch standing between heaven and earth.

Zifa Mojun, however, was sent flying eight hundred zhang, his hand bones and arm exploding into blood mist.

The demonic body that had just healed cracked open once more.

This guy was truly pitiful; he had just landed and hadn't even caught his breath when the nine paths united divine punishment arrived.

His brow was pierced, invading his sea of consciousness and heavily damaging his primordial spirit.

Amid screams, Ye Chen arrived, reached out to sever his head, and stomped it into ashes, even annihilating his primordial spirit along with it.

Thus, another demon sovereign under the emperor was exterminated.

Thus, another heavy stroke was added to Ye Chen's record of battles.

Almost simultaneously, the Xuefa Mojun fighting Zhao Yun also fell from the virtual sky, his body and spirit both destroyed.

Following that, the Baifa Mojun and Sanmu Mojun were successively slain, their demonic bodies falling into Xiuluo Hai, to be bitten by vengeful ghosts.

The other demon sovereigns of the heavenly demons fared no better.

The Shi Dian Yanluo and the quasi-emperors of Ming Jie were all extremely fierce, not fighting singly but ganging up, beating them to death.

As for the demon generals and soldiers, they were swallowed up in droves.

This battle lasted only a quarter of an hour; it came quickly and ended quickly.

The vanguard army of the heavenly demon domain was completely annihilated without exception.

Unfortunately, even after the great battle ended, the great emperor of the heavenly demon domain did not appear, causing Ming Di and Di Huang to show awkward expressions.

"Refreshing."

The old fellows laughed heartily; after so many years, their dormant blood boiled for the first time.

"Not killed enough."

The group of old nether generals twisted their necks fiercely, their eyes red from killing, each exuding overwhelming murderous aura.

"Arrange the troops."

The words of Shi Dian Yanluo echoed through the heavens.

Immediately, the jubilant Ming Jie army returned to their formations, lining up around the four sides of the towering demon pillar, preparing for another assault.

Moreover, they activated the hidden imperial array, laying down a misty fog.

The imperial array concealed the Ming Jie army to prevent the second wave of the heavenly demon army from arriving and being scared away by their formation.

"It seems you know the origin of the heavenly demons."

On one side of the virtual sky, Ming Jue said while swallowing pills.

Not only him, but Zhao Yun, Baizhi, and Shi Dian Yanluo, along with many old nether generals, all looked over.

Earlier, Ye Chen had charged ahead with full eyes of hatred.

Any discerning person could tell that Ye Chen had a blood feud with the heavenly demons.

"My homeland was shattered because of them."

Ye Chen said faintly, his pair of blood-colored eyes filled with anger and pain.

With that one sentence, the surroundings fell silent; everyone understood instantly.

Ming Di and Di Huang sighed. Not everyone knew about the various heavens, and not everyone knew the origin of the heavenly demons.

To see the various heavens, one at least needed to be at their level.

Moreover, they could only glimpse; many things remained unclear.

Between realms, mysterious forces blocked them, like a layer of fog that even great emperors sometimes couldn't dispel, due to the laws.

"They've arrived."

After a long silence, Chu Jiangwang lightly scolded.

One could see the towering demon pillar vibrating violently, with rolling demonic mist surging.

Just like the first time, within the demonic mist, countless demon soldiers were swept in; this time, the number was even larger, a vast black mass.

"Where are the people?"

The first demon sovereign stepped out, frowning deeply.

The other demon sovereigns also looked around; the first wave of heavenly demon army had arrived first, but not a single person was in sight.

What they could see was only layers of misty fog; with their quasi-emperor peak cultivation, they couldn't see through it.

"What are you looking for?"

As they looked, a leisurely laugh rang out from the misty fog, voice only, no person in sight.

The heavenly demon sovereigns all turned their heads, looking toward one side of the virtual sky.

There, in the misty fog, the silhouette of a person manifested.

It was an old quasi-emperor from Ming Jie, broad-shouldered and sturdy, holding a ghost-headed great knife, with fresh blood dripping from the blade.

The demon sovereigns narrowed their eyes, staring fixedly at that old quasi-emperor.

As they stared, their pupils shrank to the size of pinholes.

They thought it was just that one old quasi-emperor, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't just one; it was a whole sea of them, like a black ocean.

On all sides, countless figures, swallowing the sky and the earth.

Some riding swords, some stepping through the sky, their momentum merging into one, making the heavens tremble; their formation absolutely crushed theirs.

"How... how could this be?"

The heavenly demon sovereigns all changed color, stepping back, not knowing where so many cultivator armies came from.

In an instant, they all understood; no wonder not a single heavenly demon soldier or general was seen. It seemed they had likely been completely wiped out.

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

One demon sovereign roared, ordering a withdrawal.

Upon the order, the heavenly demon army collectively retreated, trying to withdraw into the towering demon pillar. With their forces absolutely suppressed, this battle couldn't be fought.

However, before they could retreat, two rays of immortal light descended from the sky, sealing the towering demon pillar and cutting off their retreat.

It was naturally Ming Di and Di Huang who made the move, using their supreme imperial laws.

Since you've come, you think you can leave? Do you think Ming Jie is a place you can come and go as you please?

"Great emperors?"

The demon sovereigns' bodies trembled greatly, their faces turning pale.

The opponent actually had great emperors, and not just one, but two. With such a formation, it's no wonder the heavenly demon vanguard army was completely annihilated.

"Kill."

As they retreated, the Ming Jie army had already charged.

No preamble, they directly attacked, overwhelming the heavenly demon army.