Chapter 1886: Good Luck

"Protect me! Protect me!" the Tianmo Zhundi shouted as he retreated.

Without a physical body, with only his yuan shen left, he was in constant danger of being destroyed by Ye Chen.

He wasn't afraid of Ye Chen himself, but rather the Zhundi weapon in Ye Chen's hand. If it exploded again, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Damn it." The other two Tianmo Zhundi roared and charged forward.

Ye Chen ignored them, his gaze fixed on the Tianmo Zhundi opposite him.

Since he was going to die anyway, he was determined to take one Tianmo Zhundi down with him.

Seeing Ye Chen charging straight at him, that Tianmo Zhundi fled frantically, his expression filled with terror.

From Ye Chen's eyes, he felt the aura of death.

He didn't want to die yet.

"Die!" the second Tianmo Zhundi roared, a war spear shooting towards Ye Chen from across the vast space.

Thud!

Blood sprayed as Ye Chen's sacred body was instantly pierced through, almost causing him to fall.

However, he disregarded the war spear impaling his sacred body, his blood-red eyes still locked onto the fleeing Tianmo Zhundi.

The Zhundi weapon in his hand transformed into a golden war spear covered in ji mie thunder.

"Let's die together," he roared, throwing the golden war spear.

The golden war spear streaked like a golden immortal light, piercing through the black hole, incredibly swift.

The fleeing Tianmo Zhundi's yuan shen was impaled by the spear in mid-air.

"Explode!" Ye Chen coughed up blood and commanded coldly.

"No! No! No!" That Tianmo Zhundi's eyes bulged, his pupils contracting in fear.

Another deafening explosion echoed as Ye Chen detonated the Zhundi weapon, directing all its power towards the Tianmo Zhundi's yuan shen. Dazzling immortal light erupted, completely obliterating the Tianmo Zhundi's yuan shen.

Even in death, he was deeply frustrated—a mighty Zhundi, killed by a mere Sheng Wang.

Even in death, he regretted underestimating Ye Chen, which led to the complete dissipation of his soul.

With the Zhundi destroyed, the immortal light faded, leaving only Ye Chen in that black hole.

"This is really awkward." Ye Chen spat out blood, staggering as he gripped the war spear piercing his sacred body, pulling it out inch by inch. Dazzling golden blood gushed forth.

Once the war spear was removed, he dropped to one knee with a thud, his entire body dimming with immortal light. Blood flowed everywhere from his battered sacred body, with bones and tendons exposed in several places.

The most horrifying wound was the bloody hole in his forehead, still lingering with the Tianmo Zhundi's killing intent, which flickered with an eerie glow, devouring his vital energy. Not only did it fail to heal, but it even expanded.

He had self-detonated two Zhundi weapons and slain a Zhundi, achieving his goal.

But he was also nearing the end of his life. Aside from the Hun Dun Ding, he had no other artifacts left, and without a Zhundi weapon to assist him, he was merely a Sheng Wang—and a half-dead one at that.

"Capture him alive," the two Tianmo Zhundi said coldly.

At their command, the Tianmo army surrounded him from all sides, moving with extreme caution, not daring to advance too rashly. This Sheng Wang's sacred body had shocked them too much—he had killed a Zhundi, so they had to be careful, or they might lose their lives in an instant.

"Scum," Ye Chen sneered, slumping where he was, too exhausted to stand and fight. He was conserving his last bit of strength to drag more Tianmo down with him.

In his divine sea, the Hun Dun Ding hummed.

In his danhai, his origin surged.

In his sacred bones, golden light radiated.

He was prepared to die, waiting for the Tianmo to get closer before self-detonating.

This lineage was full of fierce warriors, and he was no exception.

There were no captured sacred bodies among those who died in battle—his ancestors' glory couldn't be tarnished by him.

Looking down at the black hole, the scene was somewhat desolate. The Tianmo army from all directions numbered in the hundreds of thousands, their encirclement tightening. Ye Chen's figure in that space of the black hole seemed incredibly frail, like a single grain in the vast ocean of Tianmo, insignificant as an ant.

However, at that very moment, a supreme Dao emperor's might spread from the distant black hole, terrifyingly powerful, and it wasn't from just one Di Bing.

"Di Bing!" The two Tianmo Zhundi's expressions changed, and the Tianmo army grew restless.

"Who dares bully Da Chu?" An angry shout echoed through the black hole.

Before the words faded, a golden figure had already arrived, clad in armor and wielding a battle axe. Upon closer inspection, it was Zhan Wang, holding the Di Bing known as Kai Tian Fu.

Not just Zhan Wang—Tai Wang, Chu Huang, and Yan Huang had also arrived, a total of four Huang Zhe, each carrying a Di Bing.

Ye Chen looked up in astonishment, not expecting the four Huang Zhe to enter the black hole. He was even more puzzled about how the Huang Zhe had managed to get in.

Soon, he understood. Behind the four Huang Zhe was another figure, dressed in white with white hair like an immortal king. It was Jiang Taixu.

Ye Chen didn't need to ask to know that the four Huang Zhe had been brought in by Jiang Taixu.

Jiang Taixu possessed the Xian Lun Eye, which could open the heavenly Dao and connect to the black hole. With his peak Zhundi strength, bringing the four Huang Zhe inside was no difficult task.

The Huang Zhe weren't foolish; they had guessed he was in the black hole and asked Jiang Taixu for help to search for him. Their luck was good, and so was his.

"My fate isn't meant to end here!" Ye Chen used the war spear to support himself, shakily standing up. Instead of waiting for Hongchen and Liudao, he had waited for the Da Chu Huang Zhe and Jiang Taixu. With five Zhundi and five Di Bing, what a lineup—it would be effortless to wipe out hundreds of thousands of Tianmo.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The two Tianmo Zhundi roared, fleeing first. Although the opponents had only five people, their aura indicated they were no ordinary Zhundi.

More importantly, they were all armed with Di Bing.

Run!

The Tianmo surrounding Ye Chen discarded their armor and fled for their lives.

"Where do you think you're going?" Zhan Wang snorted coldly, the fastest among them. With a massive stride, he swung his axe through the sky, splitting one Tianmo Zhundi in half, obliterating even his yuan shen in an absolute kill.

"No! No! No!" The second Tianmo Zhundi screamed in terror, caught up by Chu Huang in an instant. The Di Bing Jian Xuanyuan buzzed and unleashed a brilliant immortal river, instantly vaporizing both his physical body and yuan shen.

With the two Tianmo Zhundi destroyed, the Tianmo army fared no better. Screams and howls merged into a tidal wave as Yan Huang, Tai Wang, and Jiang Taixu unleashed their might. Every swing of their Di Bing devastated the heavens and earth, whether against Da Sheng, Sheng Wang, or Sheng Ren, all were obliterated to ash in an instant.

It was a terrifying sight—hundreds of thousands of Tianmo, none able to withstand a single strike from the Da Chu Huang Zhe. They were slain in droves, piling up mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, a scene too gruesome to behold.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the entire Tianmo army was exterminated, not a single one escaping.

The four Huang Zhe and Jiang Taixu gathered around Ye Chen, hurriedly trying to heal his injuries.

"If you'd come any later, I'd have been done for," Ye Chen gave a dry laugh, blood still surging from his mouth.

"What about Hongchen and Liudao?" Yan Huang asked.

"Don't mention those two." Ye Chen waved his hand, clutching his chest as another mouthful of old blood coughed out. He was too lazy to explain and instead sent a strand of divine sense to each of the five. The divine sense contained everything that had happened recently: including the Tengshe Diti, Hongchen and Liudao, and the Tianmo.

After reading it, the five were shocked.

"I never imagined the Tengshe Diti would regain its consciousness." Yan Huang sighed endlessly, still feeling a lingering fear upon hearing it.

"So, another emperor has been slain?" The five all looked at Ye Chen, their expressions strange, their eyes seeming to say: Are you some kind of emperor-slaying specialist?

"Luck," Ye Chen chuckled. "I owe it to Hongchen and Liudao."

"Why did those two fight?" The five asked in confusion.

"I wish I knew." Ye Chen rubbed his brow hard, still not figuring it out—they had just slain the Tengshe Diti and started fighting without a word.

"What about this Tianmo army?" Zhan Wang asked while healing Ye Chen.

"No idea." Ye Chen shook his head. "It started with just a bronze coffin. Who would have thought it sealed an entire Tianmo army?"

"Let's get out first," Jiang Taixu said, about to manipulate the heavenly Dao.

"Hold on, senior." Ye Chen stood up immediately, pointing towards the distant red cloud sea. "There seems to be treasure inside."

At his words, the five turned, looking in the direction Ye Chen indicated, towards the red cloud sea.

Especially Jiang Taixu, whose eyes were the deepest, enhanced by the Xian Lun Eye, allowing him to see more.

"A mysterious force is obscuring it; I can't see through." The four Huang Zhe frowned, all looking at Jiang Taixu.