Bone fragments soaked in blood went flying, organs dissolved to mud. This was a field of carnage, the stench of blood assailing the nostrils, setting people trembling.

The sound of wailing rose in waves. In the blood-drenched scenes, one body after another fell into piles of corpses. The slaughter was ongoing — no one could block Ye Fan’s footsteps.

With his final strike, he used his golden fists to tear open this decayed sub-dimensional world, turning every last bone and blood-mist to ash.

This was the fourth sub-dimensional world he had slaughtered through. Without pity. Without compassion. Like a malevolent spirit walking from the kingdom of death, he struck again and again, drenched in blood.

In days gone by, the two divine dynasties had strode across the world. A single assassination order from them sent cold terror across all four seas. They ravaged the Eastern Desolation and made people’s blood run cold at the very mention of their names.

Now they themselves had reached a moment of life-or-death peril, suffering a devastating blow, their foundations crumbling, being swept clean from every direction.

Ye Fan’s heart was cold and hard. Not a shred of sympathy, watching one life after another vanish beneath his golden fists and fingers, without so much as the faintest furrow of his brow.

Avenging those he had lost. Tearing out the poisonous weeds from the root. Not a trace of guilt in him. His body became a flash of golden light that shot across the sky, heading toward the next destination.

It was a night of blood. The most important strongholds of the mortal world and Hell suffered devastating blows.

Old Knife Handle held a demonic saber in hand that sang and blazed, its black blade-light shattering three thousand zhang of space, killing intent sweeping the universe, drawing starlight down into his body — and he cleaved apart an entire sub-world, leaving all life within it devastated.

He was a descendant of the Celestial Court, carrying a great hatred in his heart, enduring humiliation and hardship for many years. Now, facing these sworn enemies, he returned tooth for tooth, blood for blood, slaying his way through.

Ten thousand zhang of mortal dust — the mortal world claimed it could measure nine thousand zhang of mortal dust at its height, surveying all under heaven, presiding over the nine heavens at its most glorious, possessing nine small mysterious realms. Now they were collapsing one by one.

Hell at its strongest was comparable to a host of fallen divine beings, gripping blood-dripping divine swords, slaying Saints throughout the world — terrifying and bloody. At its height it had eighteen layers, that is to say eighteen small worlds.

The river of time had flowed on, and now they were far from their peak state. Over countless ages, a number of their small mysterious realms had been destroyed — but some of their most deeply rooted foundations had endured.

In this moment, those foundations were crumbling. Killing intent converged from all directions. All across the Eastern Desolation, their vital arteries were being severed.

Dongfang Ye, Old Knife Handle, Li Tian, Yan Yixi, and Yao Yuekong — five great masters, each having reached the eighth-level heaven of Dao-Severing, each now piloting ancient Saint war machines, unstoppable, each one breaking through an entire domain.

Li Tian in particular, wielding the Divine Women Furnace — a supreme artifact of an ancient Great Saint — had alone already severed two small mysterious realms. The solar flames blazed to the sky, the solar essence overflowed in all directions, burning everything in the world to nothing.

Even the blood was scorched away. Even the bones became charred earth.

The people of the Celestial Court split across multiple fronts and converged in the central domain, for the two divine dynasties’ most ancient halls were in that direction — it would be the site of the final decisive battle.

The three mother ships rumbled forward. Li Heishui, Little Sparrow, Wu Zhongtian, Ye Tong and the others wept as they avenged their kin, killing without restraint.

Shafts of divine light erupted. Sheet after sheet of Great Dao runes blanketed the air. Those screams, those pleas for mercy, and those death-stiffened bones all intertwined, composing a requiem.

A sleepless night. A night of blood and bone. A night that would shake the world. A night destined to be recorded in history — for this was the end of an era!

The slaughter continued. The bloodshed went on. The assassins of the two great ancient divine dynasties howled, fighting back without cease, killing until their long blades broke, until their bodies shattered — and still it could not change the outcome.

Just as they had once destroyed the foundations of others, tonight it had come back upon their own heads. This was a cycle.

“Kill!” Battle cries shook the heavens.

No assassin could escape. This was a devastating blow — the determination of the Celestial Court’s people was to eliminate every senior figure of both divine dynasties.

Fires of war blazed across the sky. Blood dyed the earth. From the Southern Region to the Northern Region, then converging on the Central Region — the entire Eastern Desolation was swept up in this storm.

“May our ancestors rest in peace. Today we shall bring great destruction to Hell and the mortal world, and bring your skulls home, that you may find peace at last!”

The combatants were not only the Celestial Court’s people. The Ji Family, Jade Pool Sacred Ground, Heavenly Demon Palace, Yao Guang Sacred Ground, Jiang Family, Dao Yi Sacred Ground, and others had all been informed at the last moment and had come to join the battle.

These forces had no choice but to come. Their ancestors’ bones were displayed in the most ancient hall of the assassination world. Once the news reached them, it was tantamount to forcing them to take a public stance and act. Not to come would be to be unworthy descendants — if word spread, their clan’s name would suffer without doubt.

“Kill! Forty-ninth generation Founding Ancestor, please wait — we are coming to bring you home, to be buried in the family grounds!”

“Kill! Avenge the ancestors! Slaughter these executioners and butchers, wash away this humiliation, and bring back the Founding Master’s bones!”

The battle cries shook the heavens. The nine thousand zhang of mortal dust and the eighteen layers of Hell were falling, collapsing — how could they resist such a great army?

All the land trembled. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers charged through the sky like ten hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Celestial Generals descending to earth.

Whether out of genuine heart or out of helpless obligation to save face, the sacred grounds of the Eastern Desolation all dispatched their forces. This was a combat strength that could not be ignored. Some brought holy weapons and fought without mercy this night!

A cold smile played at the corner of Ye Fan’s lips. He walked alone across the cold, barren Northern Region, where nothing grew, and single-handedly destroyed a fifth small world.

The bright moon hung high, bathing everything in cold desolation. He stood on a cliff’s edge and gazed into the distance — the roots of the mortal world and Hell in the Northern Region had been completely erased by him.

Hum!

The void trembled. He stepped through the domain gate beneath the moonlight, converging with the others in the Central Region to begin the final campaign.

It was a tranquil place. Deep in the night, from somewhere in the distance came the occasional barking of a wild dog, and the cry of a night owl, making this place feel all the more desolate and cold.

A mass burial ground. No one would pay it any mind — and indeed, there were still several corpses left lying in the wild, being gnawed at by a few stray dogs.

No one would ever have suspected that this was the entrance to the Hell Divine Dynasty’s ancient hall — that its most impregnable ancestral foundation was right here.

Filthy and chaotic, situated near a backward little town, utterly inconspicuous. Dead people, rotting animal carcasses, and the like were thrown here. Who could have imagined that Hell would tolerate this — that they would turn a blind eye to it, and set their base amid this filthy burial ground?

For ten million years or more, this divine spirit realm had never been discovered by anyone. Order was stable; the world knew nothing.

The Great Black Dog had already circled this place dozens of times. The Killing Saint, Ji Zi, and the Holy Emperor’s Son stood motionless, and in the darkness there might have been Saints present as well, holding the line.

They intended to destroy it realm by realm. First they had come to Hell’s undying demon land, while a Saint of the Ji Family and Wei Yi had already gone to the mortal world’s divine spirit realm to stand watch — guarding and sealing it off against any alert.

Everyone carried sky-deceiving formation inscriptions on their bodies to suppress any leaking aura. No one would give themselves away. Everyone was extremely cautious as they prepared to begin the final assault.

“Tell all the great sacred grounds’ people to come here.”

The domain gate opened and word was sent out. Before long, group after group of troops poured in — a dense, dark mass of them, some bearing holy weapons.

Yao Guang Sacred Ground, the Jiang Family, Jade Pool Sacred Ground, the Ji Family, and others — battle carriages rumbling, great banners snapping in the wind — each had their own methods of suppressing their auras.

But now secrecy was no longer necessary. The final decisive battle had arrived. The Great Black Dog was the first to charge in and crack the formation arrays, followed by Qi Luo, Ye Fan, Ji Zi, the Holy Emperor’s Son, Long Ma — and then the armies from every region.

The great battle erupted without warning!

Passing through the illusory formation entrance led to an open, expansive area. Grass and trees grew lush, stone cliffs rose on all sides, purple mist curled through the air, and the mountainscape was magnificent and strange.

“Enemy attack!”

A piercing shriek rang out. A Great Accomplishment King was actually guarding the mountain gate — he sounded the alarm at the earliest possible moment. But it was futile.

Ye Fan charged at the very front, surging forward like a true dragon crossing the sky, his fists fierce and heavy, crushing the void with every kick, speed reaching its absolute limit.

He was circulating the Movement Word Secret Art, treating the formation arrays ahead as nothing. His golden blood energy surged like a great sea, boiling and rolling. With a single kick he shattered the Great Accomplishment King’s defenses and destroyed the barrier of light.

This man was profound in cultivation, originally concealed in the void — yet before Ye Fan, he had nowhere to hide. In terror, he struck out with a King’s Dao weapon.

Crack!

Beneath Ye Fan’s kick, the Great Accomplishment King — though formidable, profound in power, and bearing the title of Killing King — still could not withstand it. The Dao weapon shattered.

A flash of crimson light erupted. Ye Fan was overwhelmingly brutal. He drove one foot clean through the man’s chest; the knee bent an instant later, smashing apart his skull, destroying his primordial spirit. He killed him on the spot.

Flash!

This was quicker than flint striking sparks. Ye Fan had nearly not broken stride at all — a Great Accomplishment King exploded into fragments, blood spraying in all directions, and was dead.

Bang!

The instant Ye Fan landed, a punch shattered the purple mountain ahead — this was the true target of his attack. Every formation array at the mountain gate lost its effect, the array’s main banner-pillar utterly destroyed.

“Kill!”

“Kill—!”

“Destroy Hell! Bring back our ancestors’ divine bones! Wash away every humiliation and shame!”

The roars erupted. The great armies behind — whether truly invested or merely going through the motions — were all fired up by this surging tide of blood and battle spirit the moment they arrived. The battle cries shook the heavens.

Everyone charged forward together. Battle carriages rumbled and thundered. Savage beasts crushed the sky underfoot. Divine arrows shot forth, streaking toward those sealing formations.

Boom!

Sheets of divine light blazed upward. Sheets of Dao marks appeared. Devastating explosions occurred, energy surging to the heavens, dazzling and blinding.

This was a divine spirit realm — said to have been left behind by a divine being of primordial times, discovered by the people of Hell and taken as their ancestral foundation.

It was precisely for this reason that this realm was indestructible and could not easily be destroyed — a sacred land coveted by every great power.

“This is a treasure land. If our Celestial Court were to establish itself upon these ruins, we could flourish for ten thousand generations — this realm is impossible to break!” Killing Saint Qi Luo said.

“Who dares invade Hell? The divine spirits will be angered by this. Everyone will atone in blood — all shall fall!”

A tremendous bellow rang out, as if an ancient divine being were roaring. It sent many people’s blood and vital energy surging violently, and not a few people exploded outright on the spot, dying in an instant.

This was an overwhelming surge of Saint’s might!

Ahead, in a broad open area, a stone beast was roaring. The tremendous Saint’s might was being emitted from it. Its blood-colored eyes snapped open.

This was the mountain-guardian stone beast — a statue placed before the gates of Hell, shaped like a stone dragon. Yet it had awakened, as if some ancient form of life, having returned from the ancient past.

“This is a Saint-level puppet. To think Hell still had something like this preserved — truly precious. A pity its will and soul-inscription belong to them; it cannot be used by us.” Qi Luo shook his head.

“Then kill it — shatter it completely!”

Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Emperor’s Son acted together. They trod upon the heavens and crossed through the sky, each producing a holy weapon, and together they fought this stone dragon.

Everyone was stunned with shock. Their strength had already made a decisive advance — though they had not undergone tribulation and had not received the seal and endorsement of heaven and earth, their bodies and primordial spirits had already completed their transformation. They could fight Saints.

Clang!

The Void Rift Heaven Slash!

Ring!

The Holy Emperor’s Immortal Battle Transformation!

Boom!

The Sacred Physique Reverse-Strike Heaven Shattering Blow!

Three Emperor’s Son-tier figures acting in concert — each already individually capable of fighting a Saint — their combined power naturally reached the absolute pinnacle, deafening.

In the terrible torrent of light, the stone dragon roared, howled, thrashed, and struggled — then wailed, cracked, and its Saint-level body detonated!