Chapter 2772: Ants in the End

Reverse Reincarnation!

Ye Chen let out a cold snort. The moment the Hun Dun Ding blocked the attack, he struck the E Mo Emperor with his palm.

To his surprise, the blow was effective.

There was a mysterious power of reincarnation that could dissolve the power of the emperor's path.

The E Mo Emperor raised an eyebrow, not expecting a peak Quasi-Emperor to have such a profound understanding of reincarnation.

"Get down here for me."

Ye Chen's vital energy surged. Taking advantage of the E Mo Emperor's distraction, he actually tore off one of the emperor's arms.

Thump!

Emperor's blood splattered, black and foul-smelling.

However, the scattered emperor's blood flowed back in reverse, and the E Mo Emperor's torn arm instantly regenerated. This wasn't just an extraordinary recovery; it was true indestructibility, a terrifying bloodline limit.

"A mere ant, you truly surprised me."

The E Mo Emperor chuckled eerily.

Ye Chen remained silent. He infused his resonating Dao sword with the power of reincarnation. Concepts like eternal thought or the elusive emperor's path were useless; only this power of reincarnation worked.

Annihilate!

The E Mo Emperor covered everything with his palm, which was etched with emperor's demonic patterns.

Ye Chen didn't resist head-on. He used Flying Thunder God again, striking down from the heavens with a sword imbued with the power of reincarnation. This time, the bloody gash he inflicted on the E Mo Emperor was deeper, and the wound lingered with the force of reincarnation, dissolving the emperor's path power and slowing the gash's healing.

The E Mo Emperor ignored it, erasing it with his emperor's origin. From within his body, three streams of emperor light shot out—one aimed at Ye Chen's physical body, another at his primordial spirit, and the third at his true form.

Boom! Clang! Crash!

Ye Chen wielded his Dao sword, blocking them one after another.

Boom!

Tai Shang Tian trembled as the E Mo Emperor unleashed a divine ability—a vast, pitch-black demonic sea that swallowed everything from the skies, engulfing Ye Chen. This emperor's demonic sea carried a destructive power.

Ye Chen let out a cold snort, slashing out an immortal river with his sword to split the demonic sea. The moment he broke free, he collided with the E Mo Emperor, whose six hands tore his sacred body into pieces, scattering black sacred blood across Tai Shang Tian.

"In the end, you're just a mere ant."

Seeing Ye Chen escape into the heavens, the E Mo Emperor followed unhurriedly. Although his steps were slow, each stride spanned a universe, faster than an emperor's domain gate.

"If I were at great completion, I'd slap you dead with one hand," Ye Chen cursed loudly. "A mid-tier emperor like you, coming to pick on a peak Quasi-Emperor—where's your emperor's dignity?"

"Such a sharp tongue."

The E Mo Emperor wasn't angry. He flicked a finger, sending out a stream of emperor light that struck Ye Chen precisely, creating another bloody hole and nearly blasting his sacred body apart.

Thump!

In less than a split second, blood light flashed again.

But this time, it wasn't Ye Chen who was wounded—it was the E Mo Emperor. His eye was pierced straight through by Ye Chen's sword; his entire head was penetrated.

That's right, it was Flying Thunder God. The E Mo Emperor's body bore Ye Chen's reincarnation mark, and while fleeing, Ye Chen turned back for a surprise attack, catching the emperor off guard.

Now, the E Mo Emperor's dark chuckle became more ferocious. He swung his palm, sending Ye Chen flying, and erased the reincarnation mark.

Not only that, his emperor's path power enveloped Tai Shang Tian, sealing the mysterious universe and yin-yang. If Ye Chen tried to mark it again, it would be wiped out on the spot.

That little Quasi-Emperor brat dared to poke his eye.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Tai Shang Tian became chaotic. The E Mo Emperor was furious and no longer held back, chasing and slaughtering Ye Chen relentlessly, beating him until he could barely stand. Ye Chen's dominant sacred body was torn apart more than once, and his primordial spirit was repeatedly shattered.

"A mid-tier emperor is indeed terrifying."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, relying on his bloodline limit to hold on bitterly. It wasn't that he couldn't fight the emperor; it was the absolute suppression of cultivation. Without his indestructibility and high comprehension of the Dao, he would have been destroyed by the emperor long ago.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The rumbling in the starry sky was no weaker than in Tai Shang Tian.

Ji Ning Shuang arrived, along with massive emperor domain gates propping up in the starry sky, as cultivators from various heavens surged out and gathered in the cosmos.

One could see Ming Jue, Bai Zhi, Xiao Yuan Huang, Kui Niu, as well as the various emperor's children, Dong Zhou Wu Wang, and descendants of emperors—far too many had come.

"Old Seven, hold on!"

Kui Niu glanced at Tai Shang Tian, then swung his battle axe, charging at the front lines. Alongside Xiao Yuan Huang, one on the left and one on the right, they plunged into the E Mo army.

Even faster than him was Dong Shen Yao Chi, holding an emperor sword transformed from the Phoenix Qin, an emperor artifact. She carved a path of slaughter, with no one able to block her way.

Those with emperor artifacts weren't just her. The ancient races had arrived—Long Jie and the Spirit Race goddess, the Witch Race god-child and the Ancient Race goddess. That couple duo both wielded their clan's emperor weapons, using them to blaze a trail and launch a fierce assault.

Battle!

The cultivators of the various heavens also burned with fighting spirit. Under the leadership of young emperors and those at the young emperor level, they formed a sharp blade thrusting straight into the heart of the E Mo army.

Slaughter!

The E Mo forces howled, baring their fangs and claws, their roars carrying demonic sound. Yet, they couldn't suppress the will of all living beings. Though their forces outnumbered the heavens, they were pushed back step by step.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Blood flowers bloomed, one after another, forming vast fields. Lives were as worthless as grass—the shattered starry sky became a chaotic battlefield, with war flames and smoke stained red with blood, mountains of corpses, and rivers of blood.

"A red demonic pillar?"

After fighting through that blood-soaked starry river, the cultivators of the various heavens were all stunned. They could see, through the vast distance, a demonic pillar standing at the edge of the starry sky. It wasn't pitch-black but blood-red, even more sinister than the black ones.

"A bunch of mere ants."

The E Mo monarchs and generals guarding the pillar all grinned ferociously. They had already set up their formations, waiting for the heavens' cultivators to arrive. Each one licked their lips, their eyes gleaming green, thoroughly enjoying the aura of the heavens' beings—a single whiff drove them into a frenzy.

"Destroy the demonic pillar, destroy it quickly!"

At the peak of Tian Xuan Gate, Ren Wang paced like an ant on a hot pan, extremely agitated and shouting loudly. If not for his lack of combat strength and the need to guard the heavens' gates, he would have charged out long ago.

Fu Ya stared at Ye Chen, who was battling the E Mo Emperor.

A mid-tier emperor was terrifying. Even with Ye Chen at half-step great completion and his indestructibility, he had been nearly killed several times. His many trump cards and emperor Dao immortal techniques were mere jokes before the emperor's path power.

The most troublesome was still the bloodline limit.

The state of indestructibility had a time limit. If the bloodline limit dissipated before the demonic pillar was destroyed, Ye Chen would undoubtedly die in a direct fight.

Thump!

As the two watched, Ye Chen spat blood again. Half of his sacred body was obliterated by the E Mo Emperor, exposing his radiant sacred bones stained with pitch-black sacred blood—he was no longer recognizable as human.

"Bloodline limit, what a joke."

The E Mo Emperor approached again, laughing menacingly.

This guy was vengeful, still dwelling on Ye Chen poking his eye, and didn't give him a moment to breathe, hammering him whenever he had the chance.

"You're laughing so disgustingly."

Ye Chen threw an Eight Wastelands Punch, caving in the emperor's body.

The E Mo Emperor ignored it and flipped his hand to counter with a finger.

This finger was shaped with emperor Dao laws, transforming into intricate seal scripts that etched densely onto Ye Chen's sacred bones—it was both a seal and destruction.

Thump!

Ye Chen's newly reformed sacred body exploded again, scattering blood and bones.

"Perish, perish for me!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, mobilizing his emperor essence and enhancing his sacred body origin to dispel all the seal scripts on his sacred bones. The emperor's laws were extremely dreadful.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Once wounded, he struggled even more to stay on his feet.

The E Mo Emperor's attacks carried world-ending might with each strike, beating Ye Chen to spit blood repeatedly and shaking Tai Shang Tian with thunderous rumbles, on the verge of collapse.

Fu Ya could no longer bear to watch, his heart pounding wildly.

As fellow peak Quasi-Emperors, Ye Chen could battle a great emperor—if it were him, he probably wouldn't even get close before being crushed to dust by the emperor's might. That was the gap.

Ren Wang was still watching, his mind trembling uncontrollably. With cultivation at the peak Quasi-Emperor level, to fight one-on-one against a mid-tier emperor and last this long, Ye Chen was worthy of being called the strongest sacred body in history. Even Di Huang might not endure it, but it wasn't about the sacred body—it was the vast difference in realms. One was a great completion, a chasm; one was an emperor, another gulf.

When he looked away, the other battlefields weren't any better.

Though there were many peak Quasi-Emperors, they were spitting blood one after another. Those with weaker foundations, like Yan Luo, were beaten beyond recognition; those with stronger ones, like Di Ji and Sheng Zun, had their immortal bodies covered in fresh blood, their group formations utterly routed by the mid-tier emperors.

The heavens' cultivators were equally miserable.

The talents of the three realms were experiencing their first group battle and were being crushed without mercy. The usually arrogant great demons and great evils were left with no spirit to fight back.

Facts proved how crucial it was to have a great emperor presiding.

This mentality was understood by those in the Nether Realm and naturally by those in the Heavenly Realm. When heavenly demons invaded the heavens and nether realms, it was like delivering heads on a platter—even great emperors would kneel.

As for the human realm, it was awkwardly embarrassing. The heavens did have an ancient sacred body, but it was only at half-step great completion. The heavenly demons and E Mo had sent three mid-tier emperors at once—who could handle that lineup?

If they really fought to the end, the entire myriad domains and heavens would be wiped out.

Imagine if a clan's emperor were present, would the heavenly demons and E Mo dare to act so boldly?

"Damn it, won't the forbidden zones lend a hand?"

Sheng Yuan Huang cursed loudly, and Kui Niu Huang's scolding was equally thunderous.

Unfortunately, the forbidden zones were destined not to hear, let alone send reinforcements. Places like Wu Lei City, the Immortal Clan, and the heavens and nether realms were all in self-seclusion, as if by prior agreement.

"It's coming, it's almost here."

Ren Wang and Fu Ya's eyes were filled with more bloodshot veins, staring intently toward the Tian Huang direction.

That heavens' expeditionary force, led by the two heavenly venerates, had already reached that stretch of starry sky.

The journey had been brutal, with millions of heavens' cultivators launching a desperate assault, now reduced to less than ten thousand, each one drenched in blood and bones.

In contrast, the heavenly demons guarding the pillar were like a black carpet spread across the starry sky, forming neat ranks filled with countless demons, their fierce war flags like a dark ocean.

"You people are counted by the swath!"

Xiu Luo Heavenly Venerate stuffed a pill into his mouth and clicked his tongue. The vast starry sky was completely covered by figures—it was overwhelming, making his scalp tingle just looking at it.

Yuan Shi Heavenly Venerate said nothing, gazing far into the towering demonic pillar. He had never felt it so hard to destroy before.

In the Heavenly Realm, heavenly demons had invaded more than once, and whenever a towering demonic pillar descended, the Dao Ancestor would shatter it in the next instant—it was just a single palm's worth of time.

Comparing the two, having an emperor and not having one was like heaven and earth. Without an emperor presiding, they had to pave a bloody path with the blood and bones of all living beings.