Chapter 2888: Resisting the Primordial Wilderness

"Kill her, and we Hong Huang will retreat."

The roar of the Hong Huang echoed even louder than the thunder of the Emperor Tribulation.

That vast expanse of starry sky was filled with Hong Huang warriors, with no Tian Mo or E Mo in sight, as the Hong Huang clan amassed their forces, strong and unyielding.

If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that the great Hong Huang clan still possessed such formidable hidden strength?

What was laughable was that, despite this immense power, they dared not fight the Tian Mo or E Mo, instead barricading themselves at Tian Huang, determined to destroy the one undergoing the tribulation, even at the cost of their lives.

For this, they had already accepted the possibility of death.

Yet, such resolve had never been shown against the Tian Mo, the E Mo, or any external invaders.

Ye Chen remained silent, saying nothing.

Words were futile; if it was war, then let it come.

He didn't mind wiping out the entire Hong Huang before the destruction of Zhutian.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

The Hong Huang clan emperors bellowed, standing atop their jade chariots, wildly swinging their killing swords and pointing them at Ye Chen.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In an instant, the ultimate Dao Emperor weapons radiated their imperial light.

In an instant, millions of attack formations awakened their divine power.

In an instant, countless palm strikes, fist shadows, blade lights, sword glows, and magical artifacts came hurtling through the sky.

The first beings of the heavens, the lofty Hong Huang clan, in that moment unleashed all the hidden depths they had accumulated over endless ages, and all the forces they had reserved during countless Tian Mo invasions, directing everything at that lone, fragile figure.

Boom!

Ye Chen instantly unleashed his full power, activating his Tyrant Body and Chaos Realm, using his sacred body essence to form a golden immortal sea that blanketed the vast starry sky.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The barrage of attacks shattered the Chaos Realm, blasted the Tyrant Body to pieces, and left the ancient sacred body drenched in blood and bones, causing even the starry sky to collapse.

Ye Chen spat blood, his figure staggering back a step.

He wasn't fighting back; he was purely defending. He couldn't leave this area of space, even for a few moments, or the Hong Huang might obliterate Ji Ningshuang.

He had constraints, but the Hong Huang did not, as their relentless attacks pressed on wave after wave.

One wouldn't realize it until they saw it for themselves—the Hong Huang's combat strength was astonishingly powerful. They wouldn't face the Tian Mo or E Mo, yet against the people of Zhutian, they were all top-tier war gods.

The scene was incredibly ironic.

Ye Chen,

The tenth emperor of Da Chu,

The strongest great general of Zhutian today,

Was actually held back by the Hong Huang clan in this starry sky, unable to join the battlefield.

Some would laugh at this.

Yes, they would laugh—the E Mo would laugh, the Tian Mo would laugh, even the Zhuxian Sword would laugh.

The Hong Huang truly deserved credit.

By restraining someone who could slaughter emperors, someone who could sway the entire war as a supreme war god,

If Zhutian falls to us, the Hong Huang clan will be the greatest contributors in history.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Accompanied by the rumbling, the Hong Huang clan's assaults grew even fiercer, a desperate, all-out charge, like moths to a flame, yet they pressed on relentlessly.

Their bravery, their willingness to face death, appeared as a massive joke in the eyes of the Tian Ming Emperors. If they could fight like this, why not against the Tian Mo and E Mo? At least then, they wouldn't bear the shameful name of cowering turtles.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Ye Chen was drenched in blood, struck by the ultimate Dao Emperor weapons, his shoulder bone exploding in an instant. Before he could catch his breath, a second immortal light pierced his ancient sacred body.

The bloody sight was extremely harrowing.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu, who had fought Tian Mo emperors without such severe injuries, was now repeatedly battered and scarred by these Hong Huang vermin.

Yet, he was resilient and tenacious, never retreating a single step. Apart from calling out to Ji Ningshuang with his primordial spirit, he uttered not a word from beginning to end.

The space he occupied was truly a forbidden zone. No matter how many Hong Huang warriors charged in, whether they were quasi-emperors or peak experts, they were all obliterated by his thunderous might, with no one able to cross it.

He lived up to the name of a war god.

With his own power, he held back the entire Hong Huang.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

The Hong Huang clan emperors had become like mad dogs, howling wildly and swinging their killing swords frantically.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Countless Hong Huang warriors surged forward, streaks of emperor Dao immortal light streaking across the cosmos, striking Ye Chen repeatedly and making him bleed.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Ye Chen continued his slaughter, forcefully activating his external Tyrant Body manifestation, wielding a hundred-zhang Dao sword to sweep away the Hong Huang warriors.

Buzz!

The Chaos Cauldron hummed, hovering in that starry sky and enduring the onslaught, withstanding strike after strike of emperor Dao divine light. Its master wouldn't fall, and neither would it, though its massive body was riddled with holes from the Hong Huang clan's attacks.

No one knew when the rumbling finally faded.

The Hong Huang retreated, their weapon-holding hands trembling, their gazes toward Ye Chen filled with sheer terror. Truly, one man had blocked the entire Hong Huang.

Looking at the sacred body Ye Chen, he was no longer recognizable as human, his passive defense having left him in an extremely wretched state. Every wound on his body oozed fresh blood, with exposed bones in multiple places, a sight that shocked even the two emperors.

"Retreat!"

"She cannot become an emperor."

Ming Di couldn't hold back and briefly lifted a barrier, sending a divine thought to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen could hear it, but he remained silent.

He believed in Yao Chi, believed she could achieve Dao and become an emperor.

Just as in their previous life, Ji Ningshuang had believed he could reach quasi-heavenly perfection.

That might be obsession, or tacit understanding, or perhaps a husband's duty.

Regardless, he would not abandon his wife.

He would fight, holding up the sky in this dim starry expanse for his wife.

Ming Di said no more, understanding Ye Chen all too well.

He was a stubborn man; once he set his mind, nothing could change it, not even the words of an emperor.

That was why Ming Di sighed, lamenting that the hope Ye Chen guarded was ultimately just despair.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

Suddenly, the Hong Huang clan emperors roared again.

This time, their assault was even more terrifying, as if they wouldn't stop until they took down Ye Chen, determined to fight the ancient sacred body to the death amid Zhutian's crisis.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Ye Chen suffered wound after wound, bathed in the blood of the Hong Huang, killing with frenzied madness.

"Die!"

A Hong Huang quasi-emperor sneered viciously, spotting an opening and activating an emperor artifact, firing a brilliant immortal light. The target wasn't Ye Chen, but Ji Ningshuang under the Emperor Tribulation.

"Damn it."

Ye Chen tried to rescue her, but the Hong Huang blocked his way.

However, at that moment, a figure manifested, his body crackling with dark lightning, forcibly taking the fatal strike for Ji Ningshuang.

That person, upon closer inspection, was Ye Fan.

He had arrived too, to protect his mother on her path to Dao.

In battle, blood brothers; on the field, father and son.

After who knew how many years, this father-son pair fought side by side again—one an ancient sacred body, the other a heavenly punishment body; one with a Chaos Cauldron overhead, the other wielding the Xuanyuan Sword. They guarded that starry sky behind them, slaughtering the Hong Huang clan until corpses piled like mountains and rivers flowed with blood.

Pfft!

In the Emperor Tribulation thunder, Ji Ningshuang fell once more.

She hadn't died yet; she was still defying the heavens.

Her unyielding obsession even made the Tian Ming Emperors shudder. How terrifying must she be to endure such a muddled state for so long without perishing?

Accompanied by calls, her vacant eyes gradually regained their clarity.

In the haze, she seemed to see two figures—one radiating golden light, the other surrounded by lightning, both with resolute backs, blocking at Tian Huang and battling the Hong Huang to the death.

"Ye Chen."

"Ye Fan."

"Ji Ningshuang, focus on your tribulation."

"Mother, focus on your tribulation."

The two voices were as warm as a spring breeze.

In that instant, Ji Ningshuang's eyes grew moist.

Her husband, her child—the two most important people in her life—were both protecting her path.

She became clear-headed, fully regaining her self-awareness.