C450 Cruel Slaughter!(1)

Whoosh!

Mo Yan's Devil Blade burst forth with a dazzling devilish light, cleaving through the trembling, resplendent pearl.

The sea itself parted in the wake of the Devil Blade's path.

A deep, dark green radiance, akin to lightning summoned by a Demon God from the celestial depths, emerged.

Intricate Demonic Marks, embodying the profound truths of the Great Dao and the endless permutations of the Devil Dao, were imbued within the lightning.

"Crack!"

The Rosy Jenny, clutched by Lu Baichan, finally succumbed to the Devil Blade's lightning and shattered.

A dark green blade of light penetrated her form.

The valiant young maiden of the Profound Sky Sect, desperately clinging to life, was cleaved in twain.

Lu Baichan, who had wielded the Rosy Jenny to beckon souls like Hou Tianzhao and Chi Nandou with a heart set on salvation, met her demise, slain in an instant.

The Bone Devouring Shuttle arrived silently, its malevolent power enveloping Lu Baichan.

Her severed body, devoid of any bloodshed, was drawn by the sinister artifact and whisked away.

"Ah!"

Simultaneously, Luo Yiyi, long tormented by Lin Yue, let out a scream of terror at the death of Lu Baichan.

"Save me! Please, save us! I realize my mistake!"

Her eyes, wide with desperation, sought the Fallen Star Eyes, now distant from Lim Zhuyun, as she transmitted her plea using the Cloud Water Sect's secret method.

The Water Song Technique's sound waves, unaffected by the sea, traveled hundreds of feet in an instant.

Within the Fallen Star Eyes, everyone could distinctly hear her desperate cries for help, her wails piercing the air.

Disciples from the Ancient Desolate Sect and the Sword Sect showed expressions of pity, unable to bear the sight, while others silently lamented.

Yu Yuan remained stoically detached, his gaze unswayed by Luo Yiyi's pleas, simply watching Lim Zhuyun drift further away and giving a faint shake of his head.

From several hundred meters across the water, Lin Yue of the Blood God Cult offered Yu Yuan a knowing smile and uttered, "Birds of a feather."

With those words, streams of blood-red light, like writhing serpents, darted within Luo Yiyi's body.

Her once robust figure withered away before their very eyes.

In the blink of an eye, her skin had withered to the texture of ancient tree bark, parched and on the verge of splitting, devoid of any moisture or vitality.

Following that, the Bone Devouring Shuttle, having consumed Lu Baichan, swiftly came for Luo Yiyi, feasting on her flesh, blood essence, and departed soul to fuel its malevolent power.

"I'm not finished yet!"

Lin Yue's demeanor turned icy, a flash of crimson igniting within the depths of his blood-red eyes.

Chi Nandou, discreetly weaving spells within the glass bottle, inclined her head with a hint of regret, her voice a blend of charm and apology, "Young Master Lin, let's not forget we need to conserve our strength to shatter the deep blue veil. What significant aid could the extraction of blood essence from a mere Cloud Water Sect girl provide us?"

"Enough." Lin Yue huffed dismissively, choosing not to dwell on the matter.

He was aware that employing the Blood God Cult's secret arts to fully assimilate what remained of Luo Yiyi's lifeblood would deprive the Bone Devouring Shuttle of that vital essence.

Perhaps it would diminish the Shuttle's potency, potentially obstructing their critical escape strategy.

"Time's almost up, isn't it?"

Mo Yan, the Devil Palace youth, murmured, scanning his surroundings. He noted that following the destruction of the Rosy Jenny and the successive deaths of Lu Baichan and Luo Yiyi, only Tang Can and Lim Zhuyun remained.

The last of the Profound Sky Sect and Cloud Water Sect had been decimated.

Tang Can and Lim Zhuyun's survival was owed to Yan Lu's restraint and the fact that Hou Tianzhao and Chi Yin hadn't unleashed their full might, sparing Tang Can an immediate and gruesome end.

"It should be about time," Chi Nandou agreed with a nod, observing the still-active Bone Devouring Shuttle with a low chuckle. Turning to Mo Yan, his expression softened with camaraderie, "Tang Can is not yet dead, and that girl... she's still alive too."

Tang Can managed a wry smile, gazing across the water at the desolate and despairing figure of Lim Zhuyun.

Lim Zhuyun floated listlessly, as if her soul had departed.

Lau Ying's Fallen Star Eyes had been distanced by Yu Yuan's curt command to "stay away from her," her rejection now painfully clear.

Yu Yuan's cold words and ruthless actions had snuffed out the fragile flame of hope she had kindled.

The deaths of Lu Baichan and Luo Yiyi only further revealed the depths of cruelty and brutality in Mo Yan and his companions.

If Lu Baichan could meet his end, what chance did she stand?

Yu Yuan turned a deaf ear to Tang Can's cries for help, signaling that no one was coming to her rescue.

She was no match for the speed of the glass bottle or the Devil Blade. What choice did she have but to resign herself to her fate?

"Hou Tianzhao!"

Mo Yan called out sharply.

"Right here, right here!" Hou Tianzhao, with his chubby cheeks and large ears, responded boisterously. Casting a glance at Mo Yan from a distance, he inquired, "What's the issue?"

"Let's not waste everyone's time," Mo Yan pressed.

"Oh."

With that, the trembling treasure fan transformed into a raging inferno, hurtling toward Tang Can.

Chi Nandou's lips curled into a smirk, and she let out a soft, mocking laugh. The Bone Devouring Shuttle, like a streak of white ghostly lightning, also made its way toward Tang Can.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The five vessels, covertly manipulated by Chi Yin, burst apart.

Brilliant dust and crystalline particles, carrying the corrosive thoughts of malevolent forces, shrouded any possible escape for Tang Can.

Lin Yue remained silent, drawing nearer.

Tang Zheng's own grandson, a favored son of the Primordial Yang Sect, was swiftly submerged by an array of artifacts and the power of the Devil Spell, unable to even cast a glance at Lim Zhuyun.

Crack! Snap! Crack!

The resplendent devilish light and malevolent energy clashed wildly in the waters where Tang Can struggled.

Tang Can's pleas for help were silenced; he could only muster his remaining strength to fight for a sliver of survival.

"Sigh."

Above the Fallen Star Eyes, Kong Banbi of the Sword Sect let out a profound sigh.

Yu Yuan remarked impassively, "The relentless strife and conflict among the sects and factions at the base of the Boundless Land have always been thus."

Having lived two lifetimes, he was well aware that cultivators from the Heavenly Source Continent and the Quietus Continent frequently engaged in such bloody carnage in the secret realms and perilous lands.

This time, the victory belonged to the sects of the Quietus Continent, leaving the participants from the Profound Sky Sect, Primordial Yang Sect, and Cloud Water Sect to meet a tragic end.

Perhaps elsewhere, in other secret realms, it would be the Heavenly Source Continent's sects silently vanquishing those from the Quietus Continent.

For those below the Yang God Stage from both continents, death was a common end.

The most exalted beings at the pinnacle of the hierarchy—the Primordial Spirit Stage cultivators and Demon Gods—had long since accepted these occurrences.

All to foster the ascension of Yang Gods, the Free, and Primordial Spirit Stage cultivators, enabling them to break free to the stars beyond and alleviate the pressure by confronting the alien races of the Outland Star River.