Chapter 2774: The Destruction of the Demon Pillars

Da Chu fell silent.

Many parts of the starry sky also fell quiet.

Countless battlefields stopped their great wars.

Innumerable people turned their heads, looking towards Da Chu. If they weren't mistaken, the Hei Lian Female Emperor had twice flown out from that direction.

The people of Da Chu collectively turned their eyes, looking towards Tianxuan Men.

The mid-level female great emperor had entered Tianxuan Men before being sent flying out.

Who could it be?

This question wasn't just on the minds of the cultivators from the myriad heavens; it was also what the people of Da Chu wanted to know. It all seemed so unrelated—one mid-level great emperor had been knocked back twice.

Fu Ya staggered and glanced at Ren Wang.

Ren Wang was equally baffled, staring in astonishment at Tianxuan Men, utterly unaware of what had happened. How had such a stunning female emperor been thrown out?

"Could Tianxuan Men be hiding some powerful expert?"

"How powerful could they be? A mid-level great emperor has been knocked down twice."

"Besides an emperor, who else possesses that kind of combat strength?"

The whispers of the people continued endlessly, all eyes fixed on Tianxuan Men, filled with hope. They longed for a great emperor to emerge from Tianxuan Men and turn the tide for the myriad heavens.

Yet, nothing happened.

Everything was eerily still.

It was as if nothing at all had occurred; time seemed to stand still. The only sound was the pounding of hearts across the world.

Good.Very good.

This brief silence was finally broken by the words of the Hei Lian Female Emperor.

She had returned, still treading on a river of blood-red stars, its end unknown, as if stretching to the edge of the universe, carrying the wails of vengeful ghosts.

Her killing intent was even stronger, her destructive visions more abundant. Unlike before, her stunning face now bore a sinister smile.

"I want to see just how much hidden strength you have left."

The female emperor sneered coldly, her gaze locked on Da Chu, locked on Tianxuan Men. She alone, among all the myriad heavens, knew exactly what was hidden in Tianxuan Men.

Boom!

Her response didn't come from Da Chu, but from the other side of the starry sky—a thunderous boom echoed through the universe.

It was the Mo Zhu, collapsing with a deafening crash.

Immediately, a wave of dark light spread across the seas and wilds, sweeping through vast expanses of starry sky and star domains. Those from the myriad heavens who were touched by it felt no changes, but the Hei Lian clan's heavenly demons trembled violently all at once. Whether demon lords, demon generals, or demon soldiers, their auras plummeted, and their surging demonic energy nearly dissipated on the spot.

But they did not vanish.

The Hei Lian clan's heavenly demons possessed a supreme privilege compared to other demon races—they wouldn't dissipate immediately, even without the Mo Zhu to support them.

They hadn't vanished, but their combat strength had dropped terrifyingly. The Hei Lian heavenly demons in the myriad heavens became listless, collapsing into black lotuses in droves, unable to stand steadily.

Thud!

The Hei Lian Female Emperor was no exception, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. Because of the Mo Zhu's destruction, she nearly plummeted from the void while treading the star river.

Her imperial aura rapidly diminished, the imperial light around her body growing dimmer. The fierce imperial demonic energy lost much of its malice, and her peerless face turned pale.

"Damn, that's impressive."

The Eighth Shen Jiang howled with excitement, not expecting the Chaos Body and the Zaohua Shen Wang and their allies to destroy the Hei Lian clan's Mo Zhu so quickly.

Indeed, it was destroyed faster than imagined.

Of course, the price they paid was extremely heavy. The expeditionary force of several million cultivators from the myriad heavens now numbered less than a hundred.

The Chaos Body's hair had turned white.

The Zaohua Shen Wang's physical form had been destroyed.

Yet, neither compared to the stark blood road they had forged, paved with countless heroic souls. They had forcibly collapsed the Mo Zhu by advancing along that path.

"Dammit."

The Hei Lian Female Emperor gritted her teeth, finally steadying herself. She showed signs of transforming into a black lotus, but she forcibly reversed it with her imperial essence.

She had been too arrogant, too fixated on Da Chu, neglecting the root cause. A group of ants had destroyed the Mo Zhu right under her nose.

It didn't matter that the Mo Zhu was destroyed—what mattered was the terrifying backlash. All Hei Lian clan members in the myriad heavens, including her as an emperor, would suffer. With their source cut off, they lost their support, and even she couldn't reverse it.

"The warm-up is over."

The nine emperors of Da Chu arrived, along with the nine great Shen Jiang, the ten Yan Luo of the underworld, the Miaomiao old Daoist, Hong Chen, Long Cang Jie, Hong Huang Qilin, and the others, all charging in together.

This group of peak quasi-emperors had eyes blazing like stars, their divine bodies burning like flames.

It was their battle intent, a towering will to fight. Earlier, they couldn't match her because she had the Mo Zhu for endless imperial power—they had to admit that. But now, without the Mo Zhu as a source, the outcome was uncertain.

"Even without the Mo Zhu, you are still mere ants."

The Hei Lian Female Emperor laughed coldly, regathering her imperial laws.

"Then come on."

The crowd of peak quasi-emperors roared in unison, a massive group of several dozen charging forward all at once.

What followed on the battlefield was utter chaos.

The mid-level great emperor was at a disadvantage. Her imperial body was no longer indestructible, and her physique was no longer immune to all laws.

She could be wounded now, and the speed of her wounds healing had become extraordinarily slow. Her imperial combat strength continued to plummet.

The quasi-emperors worked in perfect harmony, each blood-sacrificing their true essence at any cost to gain powerful strength. They gave the Hei Lian Female Emperor no chance to breathe, unleashing one imperial immortal technique after another in a frenzied assault, determined not to stop until they reduced her to ashes.

"I don't believe it."

The Hei Lian Female Emperor shrieked, her beautiful eyes now blood-red. It was mainly because she couldn't accept it—she was an emperor, a mid-level great emperor! Even without the Mo Zhu, she should stand above initial-level great emperors, yet she was being beaten senseless by a group of quasi-emperors, her imperial body cracking repeatedly.

She had underestimated the myriad heavens and undervalued these people. They were quasi-emperors, yes, but infinitely close to emperors. On the turf of the myriad heavens, they could even battle heavenly demon emperors.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The fluctuations from that battlefield were devastating, the commotion on an unprecedented scale.

The female emperor was being hammered, with no one showing pity. Her blood and bones scattered across the starry sky.

Fight!

The cultivators of the myriad heavens reignited their will and faith, charging at the Hei Lian heavenly demons.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

The Hei Lian Demon Lord roared in fury, swinging his battle spear with all his might.

At his command, droves of black lotuses reshaped into human forms, but the lost combat strength couldn't be recovered. Without the Mo Zhu's support, even an emperor's combat power would drop sharply, let alone theirs—each bit of their source used was gone forever, no longer as dominant as before.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The great war erupted again, with blood flowers blooming one after another.

With the Hei Lian Female Emperor at a disadvantage, the Hei Lian heavenly demons fared no better, retreating in defeat.

In their retreat, whether the Hei Lian Female Emperor or the Hei Lian heavenly demons, they all cursed angrily. They cursed the heavenly demons guarding the Mo Zhu for being useless, allowing a group of ants to destroy the Mo Zhu's root.

"Dammit."

Qian Kun Mo Di was cursing too.

Learning from the previous mistake, he no longer lingered in battle and headed straight for Tian Huang, his face dark. With the black-faced clan's Mo Zhu destroyed, he didn't want his own clan's Mo Zhu to fall apart as well.

They weren't like the Hei Lian clan—if their Mo Zhu collapsed, everyone except him as the emperor would be wiped out to ashes; it was only a matter of time.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sheng Zun stepped across space, blocking the demon emperor's path.

"Get out of my way!"

The demon emperor's palm strike was world-shattering, nearly obliterating even someone as strong as Sheng Zun.

Boom!

Before he could escape, another thunderous boom came from Tian Huang.

The second Mo Zhu had been destroyed.

Thud!

Qian Kun Mo Di spat blood, his body staggering as his imperial aura fell and his combat strength dropped sharply.

If even he was like this, his clan members fared worse. Centered on the starry sky where the Mo Zhu had been destroyed, another wave of dark light spread.

This wave was even more domineering. Wherever it passed, all of his clan's people instantly turned to ashes—no exceptions for demon lords or demon soldiers.

The scene was terrifying enough.

Gazing down from the starry dome, swarms of heavenly demons turned to dust, unstoppable.

"No! No! No!"

The heavenly demons wailed, their eyes bulging and pupils contracting, their faces etched with terror. The dark light was like the hand of death, mercilessly harvesting lives.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In just over a dozen instants, except for Qian Kun Mo Di, all his clan's heavenly demons had become ashes.

Similarly, to destroy the Mo Zhu, Tian Zun and his group had fought with extreme ferocity.

In that dim starry sky, aside from Yuan Shi Tian Zun and Xiu Luo Tian Zun, the remaining cultivators from the myriad heavens numbered less than ten. More than half were in a state of pure souls, and even the two Tian Zun were nearly on the brink of death.

However, their ferocity had achieved a heaven-defying feat—one Mo Zhu had wiped out an entire clan.

"Go on, keep acting tough."

Sheng Zun and his group went berserk, dozens of peak powerhouses surrounding Qian Kun Mo Di in a heated battle.

Without the Mo Zhu for support, Qian Kun Mo Di was also bleeding profusely, his imperial body cracking repeatedly, his imperial blood spraying and imperial bones exploding, collapsing swaths of starry sky.

Ah!

The emperor's roar was filled with rage.

But no matter how loud he wailed, it was useless.

In terms of volume, the people of the myriad heavens could hold their own.

Fight!

With one clan's heavenly demons annihilated, the pressure on the myriad heavens' cultivators eased greatly. They rushed to other battlefields—the war wasn't over yet; the Hei Lian heavenly demons and the E Mo were still there.

Speaking of E Mo, the E Mo Great Emperor was feeling melancholic.

In a daze, two Mo Zhu had been destroyed. How could this be? What was the point of fighting now?

He had already withdrawn from the Great Dao Tai Shang Heaven, heading straight for the edge of the universe. He had to guard his clan's Mo Zhu—these ants from the myriad heavens were far too exceptional.

"We haven't finished fighting—where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen cursed loudly, chasing relentlessly.

Earlier, it was the E Mo Great Emperor pursuing him.

Now, the roles were reversed—he was the one chasing and striking the E Mo Great Emperor. He had to hold this one back, buying precious time for Ji Ning Shuang and the others to destroy the Mo Zhu.

Begone!

The E Mo Great Emperor roared in fury, his demonic sound irresistible.

Boom!

His roar carried immense power, producing a thunderous boom—or more precisely, his clan's Mo Zhu had collapsed with a crash.

Another wave of dark light spread across the universe.

The E Mo demons it touched didn't dissipate, but their auras plummeted, their rolling eyes losing their glow in an instant, becoming utterly dim.

Thud!

The E Mo Great Emperor spat blood, one arm exploding. Most of his imperial demonic light dissipated, his imperial demonic energy no longer as thick, and his aura not as strong as before—he had lost a certain power.

"Run—why aren't you running?"

Ye Chen arrived with his Dao sword, his black-hole eyes manifesting Chaos visions. In his gaze, mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees bloomed with vitality while also brimming with killing intent. His bloodline power turned into pitch-black flames, enveloping his sacred body and burning fiercely.