Chapter 755: The Annihilation of Ghost Street

The yao creatures drifting through Ghost Street now seemed to catch Li Yi's scent—they all turned toward him at once, their eyes brimming with beastlike malice; to them, humans were enemies, especially powerful ones.

"It's a human evolver—kill him. This land is ours now; no humans should remain."

"Attack together. Don't let him escape."

In a single glance, the yao creatures roared and surged toward Li Yi, desperate to tear him into pieces immediately.

But their strength meant nothing to Li Yi—all were Earth YAO, not a single Heaven YAO among them, and they couldn't even gauge his true power, or they wouldn't have been so reckless.

"Mere pests." Li Yi swept his gaze over them; he had no interest in these minor yao—he cared only for the great yao lurking on Ghost Street.

He stirred his intent.

The ancient divine bloodline within his body erupted—instantly, silver lightning coalesced around him, each bolt terrifying in power; within mere breaths, a storm of silver thunder erupted overhead, spreading outward from his center in all directions.

Wherever it passed, everything turned to ash—a yao struck by lightning vanished without even time to react.

Sensing the terrifying surge of lightning bearing down, the once-fierce yao creatures jolted awake, their eyes clearing, then instinctively turned and fled.

But how could they outrun lightning?

The silver thunderstorm obliterated every last yao—and with them, an entire stretch of Ghost Street vanished.

Since this place had already been invaded by yao from the Demon God Realm, Li Yi decided to

Cleanse it thoroughly, eliminating any lingering threats; after all, even a common Earth YAO, if it breached the Four Seas and Eight Provinces, could unleash a catastrophic disaster.

He would not allow such a thing to happen.

Yet his reckless actions undoubtedly enraged the great yao entrenched here.

Instantly.

A torrent of demonic power surged from a subterranean palace, vast and relentless as a tidal wave; Ghost Street trembled, and surrounding buildings collapsed rapidly under the sheer pressure.

A great yao, wreathed in ancient Dao marks and crackling with demonic energy, charged toward him at blinding speed.

"Who dares cause trouble on Silver Fang YAO KING's territory? Seeking death?" A roar echoed—and the great yao revealed his true form: a muscular, horned bull-man.

"Silver Fang YAO KING?" Li Yi's gaze flickered slightly.

He recalled that the last force to attack Earth had been under Heaven Moon YAO KING's command—a Heaven YAO—yet this invading yao belonged to a different yao king's faction.

Hu Fei was right.

Several yao kings had indeed joined forces to invade Earth.

"Who are you? Why invade this place?" The great yao had intended to kill the intruder instantly, but sensing the immense aura radiating from Li Yi, he hesitated.

Any yao who reached the Great YAO level was no fool—they knew how to avoid danger.

"Your territory?"

Li Yi sneered: "How long have you been on Earth, you great yao of the Demon God Realm, and already you claim this as yours? Order your Heaven YAO and Earth YAO to leave immediately and return to the Demon God Realm—I might spare your life. Otherwise, I'll cut off your bull's head and hang it on Ghost Street, so your Demon God Realm yao know the cost of invading Earth."

"Arrogant!" The great yao's eyes blazed, his nostrils spewing twin jets of flame; he gripped a spiked club, his muscles swelling violently.

The already surging demonic power now reached its peak.

He knew this human was extraordinarily powerful and clearly hostile; under these circumstances, even as a great yao, he dared not underestimate him—he had to give everything to drive him off.

Otherwise, the hard-won territory would be lost—and that he could not allow.

Otherwise, the territory he had worked so hard to seize would be lost, and that he would not allow.

The great yao's towering form vanished from its spot—then a spiked club, wrapped in countless Dao marks and demonic energy, slammed down toward Li Yi's skull.

A simple, unadorned strike—yet rendered terrifying by the great yao's overwhelming power.

Even the residual shockwave turned everything nearby to dust; nothing remained—not even Ghost Street itself was holding together, crumbling as if all reality here would be erased.

Only the residual power spread, turning everything nearby into dust, nothing remaining—not even this ghost street world, which now crumbled and collapsed, as if all would be destroyed because of it.

Facing the blow, Li Yi did not dodge or retreat—he simply threw a punch, unleashing the divine power of Eight Dragons and Eight Tigers; the roars of dragons and tigers shook the soul.

Seeing this human dare fight him barehanded, the great yao felt a flicker of delight.

This evolver clearly didn't understand the might of a great yao.

But the next instant, his delight turned to deep terror.

The punch struck—and the great yao felt an unstoppable, monstrous force. The fist looked like flesh and bone, yet was as unbreakable as a divine weapon.

How could a human possess such power and such an astonishing physique?

How could a human possess such immense power and astonishing physicality?

The collision of power triggered a violent explosion; the shockwave swept outward, erasing everything here—some minor yao died instantly from the ripple.

Worse still, the entire underground netherworld collapsed under the energy surge.

Countless rocks and soil rained down, burying everything beneath.

"Impossible!" The great yao let out a furious, desperate roar—then his spiked club, riddled with cracks, was blasted away; his hands shattered from the impact, blood spurting from his arms.

"This is impossible." Yet the great demon's furious roar echoed, and then a wolf tooth club, riddled with cracks, was violently blasted away; his hands shattered from the punch, blood spurting from his arms.

He had just lost a power contest to a human evolver.

Yet he didn't realize—he wasn't facing an ordinary human evolver, but a warrior with a divine bloodline; in terms of bloodline power, Li Yi had long surpassed him by an incalculable margin.

The residual punchlight exploded outward—the great yao's eyes widened in terror.

He tried to dodge—but it was too late.

The punchlight pierced straight through his neck, blasting his head clean off.

The great yao's face froze in shock and disbelief.

But it no longer mattered.

A single strike—Li Yi had slain the great yao outright, drenching the ground in his blood.

"I said I'd take your head. You wouldn't listen." Li Yi reached out, seized the massive bull's head, and said coldly.

The great yao's eyes dimmed slowly; his towering, muscular body spewed blood as it crashed heavily to the ground.

Everything around was collapsing.

The old Ghost Street was gone—this underground palace too would vanish, all reduced to history, buried beneath cascading earth.

Li Yi held the bull's head, glanced around, confirmed nothing remained, then leapt upward—beneath his feet, auspicious clouds surged, lifting him skyward.

With a single surge of magic power, he forcibly carved a path ahead.

He ascended along this path without pause.

He flew upward along this path.

Before him, the world opened wide—sunlight poured down in torrents.

Li Yi had now burst forth from a collapsed mountain range.

Ghost Street had been hidden deep underground, where yin energy gathered and ghosts lingered, forming its own realm—a peculiar place among the Four Seas and Eight Provinces, like a cultivator's sacred cave.

Originally, this ghost street was hidden deep underground, where yin energy condensed and ghosts lingered, forming its own realm—a peculiar place across the Four Seas and Eight Zones, like a cultivation immortal's sacred grotto or blessed land.

"A pity." His gaze flickered—he recalled his first time entering Ghost Street.

But this was no time for nostalgia.

A great yao stationed on Ghost Street meant the Four Seas and Eight Provinces had already been invaded. Though this land had thin spiritual energy and was far from ideal, the yao kings of the Demon God Realm seemed obsessed with territorial control.

Even this mediocre patch of land, they refused to abandon.

"To Sanyang City." Li Yi immediately summoned clouds and soared toward Sanyang City.

He was somewhat familiar with the Four Seas and Eight Provinces—he had crossed into this world many times.

He was somewhat familiar with the Four Seas and Eight Zones, having crossed over into this world many times.

He crossed an entire province, entering Qingzhou's territory.

In moments, Li Yi arrived at Sanyang City.

Seeing the familiar city, he exhaled slightly—this city had not been destroyed; everything remained unchanged from before.

He flew into the city and landed directly within the Zhao Clan Martial Hall.

Compared to before,

The Zhao Clan Martial Hall now teemed with hidden talents—martial experts emerged endlessly; Li Yi needed only one glance to spot many Qi-Opening martial artists, all young, their blood and qi robust, destined to break through to the Third Realm in time.

The Zhao Family Dojo today teemed with hidden talents; martial experts emerged endlessly. Li Yi glanced once and saw many qi-channeling martial artists, all young, their blood and qi abundant, destined to break through to the third realm in time.

The Qi-Opening martial artists' senses were sharp—they reacted instantly as Li Yi landed, surging toward him in unison—but before they could close in, every hair on their bodies stood on end.

A terrifying aura, like that of a true dragon, spilled forth.

This aura made the Qi-Opening martial artists tremble uncontrollably; some lost control of their blood and qi, their legs buckling, collapsing to the ground, their entire bodies shaking violently.

This aura made the qi-channeling martial artists tremble uncontrollably; some could not even hold their blood and qi, their legs buckling as they collapsed to the ground, their entire bodies shaking without pause.

They were brave warriors, willing to risk their lives—why was their body betraying them?

Several Qi-Opening martial artists stared at each other, unable to believe a mere aura could paralyze them.

The life-tier gap between Li Yi and these Qi-Opening martial artists was too vast.

Even if your mind held no fear, your body's primal terror could not be overcome.

Like a mouse seeing a cat—though the mouse could flee swiftly, before the cat it trembled helplessly, paralyzed, awaiting capture.

It was like a mouse seeing a cat—though the mouse was also fast and could flee quickly, before the cat it trembled helplessly, as if frozen with terror, allowing itself to be devoured.