After the destruction of the Battle Demon Hall, the turmoil on the entire Netherworld Continent did not dissipate. This was because a small number of cultivators from the Battle Demon Hall had managed to escape. And the experts from the three great sects were in hot pursuit, encircling and intercepting them. All the cultivators on the Netherworld Continent knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the Battle Demon Hall was doomed to be annihilated. That small group of cultivators simply could not escape the encirclement of the three great sects. And the facts were indeed as everyone had predicted. That small group of cultivators from the Battle Demon Hall was surrounded from all sides, forced to the vicinity of the Dead Sea. The Dead Sea was the most famously dangerous place on the Netherworld Continent. It was impossible to fly over the Dead Sea, and if one fell into it, no matter how powerful their cultivation was, they would sink completely, never to float again. Therefore, the Dead Sea could be considered a land of certain death on the Netherworld Continent. The cultivators of the three great sects were very clever, deliberately blocking all escape routes, forcing the Battle Demon Hall cultivators to flee only in the direction of the Dead Sea, ultimately trapping them in a dead end.
The Dead Sea, as far as the eye could see, was an ocean as black as ink. The water within was as deep and rich as ink. Not far away, a group of battered and bruised cultivators had fled to this place. Looking at the pitch-black ocean before them, despair filled their eyes. "It's over, it's really completely over..." "Those dogs from the three great sects are truly cunning, forcing us to the Dead Sea!" "Is our Battle Demon Hall really going to be annihilated just like this?" This group of Battle Demon Hall cultivators all had looks of grief on their faces. As the once strongest faction on the Netherworld Continent, wherever they went, weren't they imposing and revered by all? But now, they were like a group of dejected, homeless dogs, forced into a dead end. Among this group of cultivators was a slender blind girl in a black gauze dress, with her eyes covered by a black silk ribbon. She was Yan Fei's younger sister, Yan Qingying. Logically speaking, with her own brother having fallen, Yan Qingying should have been extremely sad. But she wasn't. On her snow-white, jade-like cheeks, not a trace of weakness or sorrow could be seen. There was only extreme coldness and hatred. A deep, cold killing intent emanated from Yan Qingying's body, making even the several elders beside her somewhat surprised. Yan Qingying knew that crying and grieving were useless. Right now, she had only one thought in her mind: annihilate the three great sects and kill the Fallen God Scion! "Sigh, Qingying, my condolences," the several elders shook their heads helplessly. "As long as there is a sliver of possibility, as long as Qingying has a chance to survive, I will kill the Fallen God Scion!" Yan Qingying radiated an extreme killing intent. This dark killing intent made even the several Void God Realm elders get goosebumps. The dark temperament on Yan Qingying's body was even richer than her brother Yan Fei's had been. However, when talking about revenge, the several elders all shook their heads bitterly. Right now, even they were on the brink of death. What chance did they have for revenge? At this moment, in the distant world, the dense sound of rushing wind was heard. Densely packed figures, like a swarm of locusts, swept over. It was precisely the allied army led by the three great sects. And besides the allied army of the sects, there were also some onlookers from other factions in the surroundings, as well as some prodigies from the Immortal Domain acting as spectators. "Sigh, it seems this Fallen God Scion is determined to obtain the God-Swallowing Demonic Art," a prodigy from the Immortal Domain said, shaking his head. "Who wouldn't want to obtain it? Unfortunately, the Fallen God Scion's order came first. If we dared to snatch the prize halfway, we'd probably lose our lives," another Immortal Domain prodigy said helplessly. "That's right, the Fallen God Scion is no saint. Anyone who dares to provoke him will be killed without a second thought. With the Fallen God Palace backing him, the Fallen God Scion acts without fear." These prodigies who had descended from the Immortal Domain had also originally wanted to find the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art and get a piece of the pie. Unfortunately, the Fallen God Scion had issued an order: whoever dared to interfere or obstruct him would bear the consequences. The Fallen God Scion had a great reputation in the Immortal Domain, and these prodigies did not dare to provoke him. "This Fallen God Scion is too arrogant and domineering. I really hope someone can teach him a lesson." "You're thinking too much. In this Lower Realm, how many people are qualified to teach the Fallen God Scion a lesson?"
While these Immortal Domain prodigies were watching the show, the atmosphere by the Dead Sea had also become somewhat heavy and tragic. Looking at the overwhelming crowd approaching, the cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall all clenched their fists. A tall figure exuding the aura of the Saint realm strode out. His battle armor was somewhat broken and stained with blood, his face appearing majestic and upright. He was precisely the current Hall Master of the Battle Demon Hall, an expert at the mid-stage of the Saint realm. His gaze swept over the people of the three great sects, and he said in a cold tone, "You three great sects, must you really be so ruthless?" A pale-faced old man from the Yellow Springs Valley walked out. His name was Old Man Yellow Springs, and he was the Valley Master of the Yellow Springs Valley. "Our three great sects are also helpless; we can only obey the orders of Lord Fallen God Scion." "Obey the orders of the Fallen God Scion? In your hearts, don't you have even a little desire to annihilate my Battle Demon Hall?" the Battle Demon Hall Master sneered. These words made the eyes of Old Man Yellow Springs and the others flash darkly. To say they had no such intention at all would be impossible. The Battle Demon Hall had dominated the Netherworld Continent for a long time. The Yellow Springs Valley and the other two great sects naturally felt resentful and wanted to overthrow the Battle Demon Hall's hegemony. But because of the Battle Demon Hall's strength, they had never made up their minds. And now, the Fallen God Scion forcing them to deal with the Battle Demon Hall had, in a sense, made up their minds for them. After eradicating the Battle Demon Hall, the three great sects would naturally be able to become the new hegemons of the Netherworld Continent. If they satisfied the Fallen God Scion, perhaps he would even give them some rewards. A casual reward from an Immortal Domain prodigy would be enough to take the strength of the three great sects to the next level. This was what the three great sects were thinking right now. "Enough idle talk. Surrender and be executed. Hand over Yan Fei's sister," Old Man Yellow Springs did not want to say more. The outcome was already set, so why waste more words? "Hmph, the people of my Battle Demon Hall would rather die than submit! We will fight to the death!" the Battle Demon Hall Master shouted coldly and directly attacked. Rather than waiting obediently for death, it was better to rise up and resist. Killing one isn't a loss; killing two is a profit. Next, the great battle erupted once more. However, this was destined to be a battle without any suspense. One by one, the cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall, outnumbered, fought until they finally self-detonated. Watching this scene, the onlookers from the other factions felt somewhat emotional. The Battle Demon Hall, ranked number one on the Netherworld Continent, was ending in such a way. The prodigies from the Immortal Domain, however, had calm expressions. The battles between Lower Realm factions, in their eyes, were like two groups of ants fighting. "You must be Yan Fei's sister. Surrender obediently," some cultivators from the three great sects had found Yan Qingying. A dark and cold aura emanated from Yan Qingying's slender, delicate body. Just then, a Saint-realm power suddenly erupted from the distant sky. A terrifying blade light, a thousand zhang long, split down from the heavens. One slash to sunder the firmament!
(End of Chapter)