Chapter 890: Blood-Red Sea

Boom! Rumble! Thunder roared!

In the Panlong Sea Domain, towering waves surged as if to swallow the entire world, while thunder boomed in the virtual sky, threatening to tear it apart.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators covered the heavens and earth. Hundreds of Xutian Great Arrays and over a dozen Tianjing Artifacts unleashed their full power, all locking onto Ye Chen.

"There is still a slim chance of survival!" Ye Chen murmured softly, slightly lifting his head to gaze at the figures filling the sky.

"Kill!" Shib Xue Yan Luo roared fiercely, suddenly swinging his killing sword and pointing directly at Ye Chen.

At once, the heavens and earth trembled. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators surged forward like a black tidal wave, sweeping across the sky and rolling toward Ye Chen.

Seeing this, Ye Chen, who had been still just a moment before, now had blazing divine light shooting from his eyes.

Zing!

His sword rang out as he gripped the Chixiao Sword tightly. Instead of charging ahead, he abruptly turned and stepped forward, covering thousands of feet in an instant.

"Trying to escape?" The Xutian Great Arrays hummed, unleashing vast divine light.

Ye Chen barely dodged that immense divine light and shifted again, but a bolt of heavenly thunder struck him, sending blood and bones flying.

"Exterminate him!" A cold snort echoed through the heavens and earth as sword beams rained down from the sky. It wasn't a massive group attack but individual strikes from hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

"Shrink the ground to an inch!" Ye Chen concentrated his mind, taking a step that covered thousands of feet. Behind him, the Taixu Cave appeared, swallowing the sword beams that had already flown toward him into the black hole.

However, as soon as he stopped, several Xutian Great Arrays hummed again, sweeping out vast divine light. Each beam seemed to carry world-ending power, capable of obliterating everything in its path.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and summoned the Hunlun Shen Ding, the Jiuzhou Shen Tu, and thousands of spiritual artifacts to shield his body.

Yet, it wasn't enough. The divine light struck, sending the Hunlun Shen Ding flying, tearing the Jiuzhou Shen Tu apart, and shattering the thousands of spiritual artifacts in an instant. Ye Chen's sacred body nearly exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.

"Die!" Cultivators closing in from the front swarmed in from all directions to kill him.

Ye Chen's eyes blazed with intensity as he used Shrink the ground to an inch again, charging into the crowd. Outside his Hunlun World, his outer path dharma expanded instantly.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In an instant, a thousand feet of the Panlong Sea Domain was enveloped in blood mist. Everyone caught in the Hunlun World, body and soul, was crushed by the forbidden technique.

But in the next second, Ye Chen's Hunlun World was shattered by the onslaught from all sides. Though his outer path dharma was powerful, the sheer numbers of his enemies overwhelmed it absolutely, and the world couldn't hold for even a second.

"Kill!" Ye Chen roared, his battered sacred body burning fiercely. Golden blood energy surged, and his bloodline power howled. Bathed in sacred blood, his body seemed forged from gold, like a war god.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

War dragons reappeared, circling him and roaring toward the nine heavens.

Ye Chen was fighting desperately; he still had a chance to survive.

Although hundreds of thousands of cultivators had him trapped in the Panlong Sea Domain, they hadn't fully surrounded him, leaving a path to break through.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene was incredibly bloody, with groups of figures turning into blood mist. The advancing army of cultivators hadn't even closed in before he carved a bloody path through them.

"Let's see how long you can run!" Shib Xue Yan Luo's face twisted with malice as the hundreds of thousands of cultivators advanced in unison, sealing off Ye Chen's retreat and forcing him deeper, as if driving him toward the border wilderness of Da Chu, where he would have no escape.

Pfft!

Ye Chen was hit again by the Xutian Great Array, his already damaged sacred body pierced through with a bloody hole.

"Die!" A Kongming Realm cultivator lunged at him, slashing with a sword.

"Get lost!" Ye Chen struck back with overwhelming force, swinging the Chixiao Sword and unleashing a more dominating sword beam. The attacker's sword was severed on the spot, along with his head.

"Anyone who blocks me dies!" Ye Chen brandished the blood-stained Chixiao Sword, charging fearlessly and cutting down swaths of surrounding cultivators.

With that, he broke out of the encirclement.

However, a vast divine light followed from behind, fired by over a dozen Tianjing Artifacts working together. It pierced through space relentlessly, its destructive power unmatched and capable of shredding anything in the world.

"Taixu Cave!" Ye Chen spun around, forming seals with one hand to invoke the supreme secret technique of the Taixu Ancient Dragon clan.

A black vortex emerged, spinning rapidly and expanding. The divine light was incredibly thick, wreathed in thunder and possessing immense piercing force, crushing the virtual sky with overwhelming weight.

Boom!

With a thunderous explosion, the vast divine light shot into the Taixu Cave.

But its power was too great; even the Taixu Cave couldn't fully contain it. It held for less than a second before exploding violently.

Pfft!

Golden sacred blood sprayed out as half of Ye Chen's body was blasted into a mist of blood.

"Xianlun Tian Sheng!" Ye Chen growled lowly, trying to activate Xianlun Tian Sheng to repair his body, only to be backlashed and vomit blood wildly.

He had forgotten that his Xianlun Eye was sealed, and without it, he couldn't use such a heaven-defying technique.

Desperately, he clenched his teeth with a mad expression, burning his sacred blood, bloodline power, sacred body essence, and Hunlun Dao principles all at once to rapidly mend his body. Stumbling, he fled frantically into the depths.

"No need to rush the kill; he can't escape." Shib Xue Yan Luo snorted coldly, and the hundreds of thousands of cultivators formed ranks across the heavens, advancing steadily without haste, as if they knew the direction he was heading led to certain death.

"This place you chose is quite good." The old ancestor of the Blood Spirit World Family chuckled eerily.

"Whether we take the sacred body or not doesn't matter." Shib Xue Palace laughed grotesquely. "I just want him dead."

"I enjoy watching people struggle in their final moments." A purple-robed elder revealed a sinister smile. "Pass the order: No need to attack anymore. Just slowly press forward. Today, his death is inevitable."

And so, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators truly ceased their assaults.

From a distance, it looked like a vast ocean advancing slowly, methodically closing in, each one watching Ye Chen with interest, as if on a leisurely outing.

Ahead, Ye Chen staggered unsteadily, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

His sacred body was a mess of blood and bones, nearly ruined from the Tianjing Artifacts' damage. The fact that he was still alive was a miracle; any ordinary Quasi-Tianjing cultivator would have died a hundred times over.

Behind him, a trail of blood dyed the Panlong Sea Domain red.

At some point, he stopped, spitting out a mouthful of blood and dropping to one knee with a thud.

Ahead was still the sea, but the Panlong Sea Domain had reached its end.

The sea before him was pitch-black, with no raging waves, eerily calm and deathly silent. Faintly, the wails of malevolent ghosts could be heard, as if it were not a sea but a hellish realm.

This was the Wuwang Great Marsh, one of the five forbidden grounds of Da Chu.

For countless ages, the Wuwang Great Marsh had been notorious. No one who entered had ever returned alive; it was a place of certain death.

"Why stop running?" From behind came mocking and grotesque laughter.

Shib Xue Yan Luo and the others had caught up, with hundreds of thousands of cultivators halting together, their presence making the virtual sky tremble as if it might collapse.

Ye Chen turned around, scanning the sky, his expression still fearless.

He was alone; no matter how strong, he couldn't fight his way out. One step forward meant death, and one step back led to the Wuwang Great Marsh, another eighteen layers of hell with no survival.

A dead end!

Ye Chen staggered but forced his blood-drenched body to stand straight, like an unyielding stele. As the holy lord of Tian Court, he commanded the world; even facing death, he stood tall and proud, overlooking the eight wastelands.

"The holy lord of Tian Court? What a joke." Shib Xue Yan Luo laughed, his rows of white teeth gleaming sinisterly.

"The Wuwang Great Marsh—we carefully selected it as your grave. Are you satisfied?"

"Today, you die, and tomorrow, we'll flatten Southern Chu."

"A bunch of vermin." Ye Chen laughed and suddenly turned away, leaving the world with a resolute back in the biting wind.