Chapter 2778: Making Trouble Again

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

The scarred starry sky echoed with shouts. Groups of cultivators clad in armor, wielding xianjian and zhan'ge, stood at various points in the cosmos. Not a single wound marred their bodies, and their fierce war robes showed no trace of blood. Indeed, these cultivators were hidden forces from all sides who had not joined the brutal battles across the heavens, not out of indifference, but to guard against the Hong Huang Zu, preventing any sudden attacks from them.

Now that the flames of war had temporarily subsided, these hidden forces emerged and rushed to different parts of the starry sky to guide the cultivators of the heavens back safely.

Buzz! Buzz!

In the eastern starry sky, the buzzing continued incessantly. Upon closer inspection, it was a massive yu men towering into the heavens, shimmering with brilliant light. Surrounding the yu men were fluttering war flags, all of the Da Chu banners, with the leader being Xiao Feng, the first hall master of Heng Yue, clad in armor with his cloak billowing in the wind.

He had come to escort the wounded, bringing over a hundred thousand troops. They formed defensive lines within a ten-thousand-li radius around the yu men, admitting the injured on one side while guarding against any surprise attacks from the Hong Huang Zu.

"Uncle-master, we almost didn't get to see you."

"Don't say more. Hurry, go inside and heal."

Xiao Feng shouted while standing in the void, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, as many Da Chu cultivators rushed forward to bring Xie Yun and his companions back.

"What a narrow escape from death!"

Xie Yun plopped down under the yu men, popped a dan'yao into his mouth, and then grabbed a wine jug.

"Fortunately, the heavens won."

Si Tu Nan was severely wounded and utterly exhausted, leaning against the yu men and falling asleep, his snores loud and steady.

The wounded were in similar states, slipping into sleep before they could even treat their injuries—they were simply too tired.

"Hurry, southeast direction, quickly escort them in."

"Stay alert, secure all sides."

"Pile up the yuan shi, keep the yu men ready for transmission at any moment."

Xiao Feng's commands rang out frequently, filling this stretch of the starry sky. He stood like a general, patrolling the void and issuing orders one after another.

As time passed, more wounded arrived and were welcomed from afar, guided back to safety.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The yu men hummed repeatedly, activating and transmitting batches at a time. Once a certain number of wounded were gathered, they were sent away—to Xuan Huang, You Ming, or Da Chu—these were the safe havens.

Scenes like Xiao Feng's were playing out across many parts of the starry sky. Looking down from the void, numerous areas were set up similarly, with yu men as centers, troops arrayed in defense, guarding the surroundings while escorting wounded from all sides.

This massive mobilization was not without reason. the Hong Huang Zu were elusive, and no one could guarantee they wouldn't launch a sneak attack.

From the strongest zhun di at the peak to the lowliest Ling Xu realm juniors, the entire realm of the heavens was exhausted from battle, at its most vulnerable stage. If the Hong Huang Zu struck now to cause chaos, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Just give the heavens a few days' time, and it'll be fine."

Gazing at the illusory water screens in the sky, Fu Ya took a deep breath. They had slain three emperors, repelled the Tian Mo and E Mo, and he didn't want any more trouble.

The Ren Wang stood quietly, saying nothing.

In this era of imperial anomalies, Zhou Tian divination had already failed, but some instincts were still sharp.

Chaos was certainly coming. The Hong Huang Zu would definitely stir up trouble, though it was unclear how many races would join in.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As he predicted, the once peaceful starry sky now echoed with rumbling sounds, one after another, carrying the aura of the Hong Huang.

Indeed, the Hong Huang Zu had emerged, many cloaked in black robes and gripping icy kill swords. It was unknown which race they belonged to, but they moved like killing gods, launching sneak attacks in the shadows and harvesting fresh lives.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The shattered starry sky bloomed with more blood light. Too many cultivators of the heavens, supporting one another as they traveled, suddenly had their heads separated from their bodies mid-journey, their souls scattering on the spot.

Gruesome scenes unfolded repeatedly across the entire starry sky, filled with screams, roars of anger, howls, and unrestrained laughter echoing through the four seas and eight wildernesses.

These sights were truly heartbreaking. The cultivators of the heavens had fought so fiercely, enduring the great waves from the Tian Mo and E Mo. Now, after victory and repelling the outer domain invaders, many had capsized in the gutter, not dying under the blades of the Tian Mo and E Mo, but falling to the Hong Huang Zu.

"Dammit."

Chu Jiang Wang snorted coldly, his anger flaring so intensely that he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His figure, already unsteady, nearly collapsed.

The other Yan Luo were in no better shape, with eight out of ten unable to stand steadily. The accompanying Da Chu Nine Emperors, Nine Great Divine Generals, Hong Huang Qi Lin, and Miao Miao Lao Dao were all equally wretched, supporting one another as they stumbled along. Without the extreme dao di qi upholding them, they would have likely fallen.

"Dammit."

In another part of the starry sky, Sheng Zun and his companions, who had slain emperors, faced the same fate. On their way back, they endured multiple sneak attacks, with many veteran immortals from Tian Jie and old ming jiang from Ming Jie perishing under the Hong Huang's deadly strikes.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the western star domain, Xiu Luo Tian Zun carried Yuan Shi Tian Zun, fleeing desperately. Behind them, the void twisted with the Hong Huang aura in pursuit. Hong Huang powerhouses were chasing them, and who knew how many of their fellow zhun di had been wiped out.

"You rats, a bunch of rats."

On the other side of the star river, Zao Hua Shen Wang cursed furiously, his voice laced with raging anger. Due to the Hong Huang ambush, his divine body was nearly destroyed, and the Hun Dun body fared even worse, almost having its head severed, with its yuan shen true form suffering another heavy blow.

Even so, Hong Huang powerhouses continued to block and kill them, making their escape extremely difficult.

"Kill, kill for me."

"Capture them alive, capture them alive for this emperor."

"You lowly ants."

More and more Hong Huang Zu poured out from their ancestral lands, led by their zu huang, commanding vast armies to charge into various starry skies and wreak havoc.

The rolling Hong Huang aura was violent and bloodthirsty, engulfing vast star domains and extinguishing countless lives.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The peaceful starry sky ignited with war once more. This time, the heavens faced the great Hong Huang clans, retreating steadily. Already unstable on their feet, they could hardly fight, let alone withstand the Hong Huang assault.

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

Shouts echoed from the directions of Xuan Huang, Da Chu, and You Ming. The heavens were at their weakest; they couldn't fight head-on and would surely die. Their best strategy was to hold their ground, regroup, and then unite to deal with the Hong Huang Zu.

No orders were needed; the entire heavenly army was fleeing en masse, even the strongest at the peak, as they had little combat strength left.

"What delightful fresh blood."

The laughter of the Hong Huang great clans was sinister, their twisted and grotesque faces filled with unbridled savagery, their blood-red eyes gleaming with violent light.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed, vivid as fire. This was no battle—it was a one-sided slaughter by the Hong Huang. Too many wounded fell on their way back, and too many cultivators perished under the Hong Huang's iron hooves.

"Dammit."

Kui Niu was seething with murderous aura, his heart breaking with rage. Carrying the Little Yuan Emperor, he fled with great difficulty, along with the other heavenly emperor-level figures, all powerless to resist the Hong Huang.

Their eyes, filled with killing intent, were also brimming with tears.

As they passed through the starry skies, they witnessed countless bloody scenes: elderly zhun di nailed in the void; sect masters of great traditions with their heads severed; fairy maidens who had fought the Tian Mo, their corpses scattered and desecrated.

"This is the price of provoking the Hong Huang."

Wild, maniacal laughter resounded throughout the universe. Each Hong Huang member had become a complete madman, causing chaos and slaughter everywhere, their hideous faces more terrifying than those of the E Mo and Tian Mo.