Chapter 877: You are to be the God General of All Ages, how can you survive for but a single lifetime?!

The next moment.

His expression grew increasingly ferocious, and blood-red light erupted from his eyes.

"Chen Yan!!!"

His roar was heard by no one.

Time passed slowly.

One hour, two hours.

Chen Yan waited for a long time.

Above the entire Sea of Malice, the power of the great tide was growing smaller and smaller.

The great tide was about to end.

Wait a little longer.

Chen Yan closed his eyes; once he devoured and extinguished those thirty-plus Ancient God auras, that supreme Ancient God Beast would certainly sense it.

Moreover, Chen Yan could not simply pluck the Ancient God auras and flee.

These Ancient God auras were the nodes of the entire Sea of Malice and could not be plucked.

This was also the reason why the supreme Ancient God Beast could never obtain them.

Chen Yan was not plucking the Ancient God auras either, but devouring and extinguishing them directly.

Chen Yan had to ensure that while he was devouring and extinguishing the Ancient God auras, that supreme Ancient God Beast would not have time to stop him.

Wait!

Whoosh, whoosh...

The tide of the Sea of Malice grew smaller and smaller.

The supreme Ancient God Beast was moving further and further away from Chen Yan.

The outside world.

Black fog spread like a tide from Qilong River in Qi Province, swallowing green mountains and clear waters.

Hundreds of thousands of the human race were captured by Ancient God Beasts, led by chains, walking forward like walking corpses.

Large swathes of mountains and rivers were swallowed by malice.

The roars of Ancient God Beasts rang out incessantly, and the human world was in a state of chaos.

The dense black fog of malice was boundless, and the phantom image of the Three-Headed Black Dragon was like a nightmare, suppressing the hearts of everyone.

The one-hundred-thousand-strong Evil-Subjugation Army kept retreating, and blood-fire burned in the eyes of every soldier.

Li Zhiyi sat cross-legged atop the Golden Dragon of Will, watching as large swathes of land behind him were enveloped in pitch black.

"Are you still not going to act?"

"Didn't you say you would only wait for half a day?"

The old master of the Yin family, Yin Xue, stood beside Li Zhiyi, staring at Li Zhiyi with a predatory gaze.

His eyes were filled with disappointment.

"If you are afraid, I will go, I will go!"

He gritted his teeth; the old man had the aura of twilight, while the young had the spirit of the morning.

But every time Yin Xue saw those hundreds of thousands of human captives, seeing those faces full of despair and devoid of life, the anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

He glared fiercely at Li Zhiyi.

He had already reached this point.

Why did Li Zhiyi still have to concede?

Just then, as Yin Xue was about to say something more, the King of Longevity placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head at him.

Yin Xue opened his mouth, lowered his head, and the fierce light in his eyes gradually intensified:

"Today we cede five cities, tomorrow we cede ten cities, and then we get one night of peaceful sleep."

The King of Longevity was silent, looking at Li Zhiyi and transmitting his voice:

"If not, perhaps we should let Xia Hanzhou come..."

He sighed in his heart, knowing that Li Zhiyi was in a helpless situation.

Li Zhiyi sat quietly, saying not a word.

The main body over there was about to act.

Beneath the Golden Dragon, the one-hundred-thousand-strong army continued to withdraw.

Some looked frequently toward the high sky, toward Li Zhiyi, their eyes filled with confusion, anxiety, and sorrow.

"Three cities have already been conceded!"

"How can there be talk of conceding or not conceding between our human race and the Ancient God Beasts? There is only talk of life and death!"

"If the Heavenly God General were here, if the Patrol Sun God General were here..."

"I will not retreat!!!"

Someone roared out, eyes blood-red, looking up at the horizon:

"Today, our homeland has fallen, when shall I spill my hot blood?

It is this very morning, at this very moment!"

Someone roared with blood-red eyes:

"Great General of Evil-Subjugation, you dare not die, but I dare!

Our compatriots are right there, right there!"

"Our compatriots are suffering, yet we retreat again and again; I have human blood in my body, it is human blood!"

Some risked death to rebuke, and some were no longer willing to retreat.

The great army was in an uproar.

Some could no longer bear such a stifling atmosphere, willing to use their own flesh and blood to break through the heart of Li Zhiyi, who dared not attack.

Yet, in the very next moment.

Someone opened their mouth wide, looking at a great city behind them that had been completely engulfed by malicious black fog, and roared in grief:

"Li Yang Cheng is gone!"

This voice was incomparably shrill, carrying boundless rage.

High above in the sky, the experts of the Origin Realm looked on one by one, some finding it difficult even to breathe.

Less than a day.

Tuizhou has lost four cities!

Four whole cities!

Even the Five Clans had never been able to capture four great cities so easily.

Outside Li Yang Cheng.

Buses drove along the road, and flying warships were filled with the citizens of Li Yang Cheng, moving away from the Malicious World.

On the buses, on the flying warships.

The living people of Li Yang Cheng watched as their homeland was wrapped in malice and vanished completely before their eyes, tears streaming down.

"Mom, our home is gone."

A child poked their head out from the bus window, looked at the Malicious World behind them, and burst into tears.

"It's alright, home is wherever our family is."

The woman hugged the child, and though she said this, tears fell from her eyes.

Ssh!

A bus came to a stop.

An old man dressed in black stepped off; someone got off the bus, wanting to stop the old man, but was stared back by the old man's gaze.

"I am old."

The old man watched as the malice swallowed his home, his weathered eyes calm.

"I don't want to leave anymore..."

The old man waved at the bus, and tears finally fell from his clouded eyes:

"The children's mother is buried in Li Yang Cheng; I am not leaving, I am not leaving.

So many children are being used as human shields by the Ancient Divine Beasts; just watching it makes my heart ache."

The old man clutched his chest abruptly, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Tears like broken strings of beads rolled down his wrinkled cheeks.

He tilted his head to look at the firmament:

"I understood when I came, and I must understand when I go...

I am already old and cannot go to the battlefield.

But I can lead by example and tell you all.

Tell the Five Clans, tell the Ancient Divine Beasts.

Even when facing the oppression of the Malicious World, the people of Great Xia are not afraid of death."

As the old man spoke, he knelt on the road and lowered his head.

Someone got off the bus, already sobbing uncontrollably, their whole body trembling.

"Dad, let's go, it's time to go.

The bus cannot just wait for us."

A woman arrived, crying until she was a mess, and pulled at the old man's arm.

The next moment, the woman's body went limp, she collapsed to the ground, and let out a shrill cry:

"Dad!

I don't have a father anymore..."

Yet, it was seen that the old man kneeling on the road, with his head hanging low, had already lost his breath.

A young man saw this scene, clenched his fists, and looked up at the firmament:

"Patrol Yang Divine General, Heavenly Divine General!

Are you there?!"

His tears mixed with sweat as they slid from the corners of his eyes; his whole body trembled, and his roar was filled with irrepressible despair:

"Heavenly Divine General, you once said, if the heart has no dead end, the world has no dead end.

The dead end has arrived, where are you?!"

He wandered about, roaring excitedly:

"You said you wanted to be the Divine General of ten thousand generations, how could you live for only one?!"

He punched his own chest with force.

"Heavenly Divine General!!!"

He was merely a mortal, yet he harbored the delusion that his voice could traverse reincarnation and be heard by that existence who had already died.

Someone heard his cry, and the hot tears in their eyes grew even more intense.

Someone felt even more despair.

Since the world will eventually be an eternal night, why show us a glimmer of light before this darkness arrives?

And why, at the moment this light was most brilliant, make him go far away?

To make us unable to see, to make us fear the darkness even more, to make us miserable day and night?

Within the entire Great Xia.

Countless people were focused on the events in Li Yang Cheng, and some thought of him.

Some were chanting Lu Xunyang, chanting his name.

Some knelt on the ground, their blood boiling, willing to trade their own lives for a momentary appearance of that person.

Some looked at his tall statue, silent and shedding tears.

When he was present, people looked forward to the profoundness of the Lord of Will, were excited by the power of Lu Xunyang, and feared the rigidity of the Five Clans.

But after he left.

People did not know the Lord of Will; they only knew him.

Above the Golden Dragon of Will, Li Zhiyi, dressed in red, opened his blood-red eyes and watched this scene, his gaze shifting.

Jin Province.

Temple of the Xia Lord.

Boom!!!

Golden light overflowed, and a terrifying pressure radiated from the temple as its center, constantly vibrating.

The Great Diviner, dressed in black robes, flew into the Temple of the Xia Lord.

He stood before a pool of water.

The ink-colored pool water shimmered with dark light, and dragon shadows twisted and flickered beneath the surface from time to time.

Inside the pool, a suit of pitch-black armor lay submerged at the center, with mysterious light entwined between the gaps of the armor.

The tip of the pitch-black long spear slanted beside it condensed a cold glint, resonating with the dragon shadows.

At this moment, the Ash-Evil Spear and the Heavenly God Armor were trembling incessantly, constantly bursting with the sound of clashing metal.

The Great Diviner watched this scene, his aged face flashing with immense surprise.

"You... are you about to return?!"

At the same time.

Li Zhiyi sensed the Ash-Evil Spear and the Heavenly God Armor; the two divine artifacts were already prepared.

At the same time.

Chen Yan began to devour those thirty-four auras of the Ancient Gods.

In an instant.

Li Zhiyi's aura began to change.

It was not that the power of will had become stronger, but rather that the power of will was suddenly being suppressed, even giving a feeling of dissipating.

The Longevity King and the Blood Sword Saint noticed Li Zhiyi's condition at the same time.

"It is nothing."

Li Zhiyi waved his hand, closed his eyes, and began to wait.

To the side, Yin Xue glanced at Li Zhiyi and turned his head away.

And, within the Evil Realm.

The moment Chen Yan arrived at close range before these thirty-four auras of the Ancient Gods.

A strong sense of suppression struck him.

These thirty-four auras of the Ancient Gods grew on the seabed of the Sea of Malice like a pitch-black flower.

Vaguely, they had already linked together, forming a certain blurred outline.

It looked like an eyeball.

Chen Yan's gaze flashed, and eighteen strands of Destruction Will struck out in unison, piercing toward these thirty-four auras of the Ancient Gods.

In an instant.

Countless evil whispers exploded in Chen Yan's ears.

Countless images flashed through Chen Yan's mind in an instant, then disappeared.

Waves of a feeling of being stared at washed over him.

Chen Yan felt as if he were in a place of endless darkness, and the evil murderous intent of the entire Sea of Malice was locked onto him.

In an instant, the power of will within Chen Yan's body rapidly disappeared.

Chen Yan stood quietly, letting the whispers entwine his ears, remaining unmoved.

Suddenly, he felt the surrounding scene begin to change.

He saw Chen Yu and Chen Yuhu sitting at the table, with the stir-fried noodles Chen Yuhu had just made still sitting on the table.

The next moment, Chen Yan saw Chen Yu raise the small knife on the table and stab it toward her own eyes.

Blood flowed down from his younger sister's face, and Chen Yan closed his eyes.

"Fake."

He whispered.

Suddenly.

"Impossible!" Amidst the countless mixed whispers, such a shout was heard by Chen Yan.

Chen Yan kept his eyes closed, his brows furrowed.

He had actually heard a sentence spoken by a human from within the whispers of the Ancient God auras.

"You lied to me... impossible, hahaha, you lied to me..."

This faint whisper was quickly covered by the other whispers.

At this moment, even Chen Yan could not distinguish whether this was something he had said himself or a whisper he had heard.

His perception was blurred, and his senses began to fall into chaos.

He felt his physical tissues beginning to change, yet when he opened his eyes, he discovered no abnormalities.

Devouring thirty-four strands of Ancient God aura was a great challenge for Chen Yan.

Chen Yan further discovered that after these Ancient God auras formed the shape of a blurred eye, the malice they produced became more ferocious and more intense.

It was even harder to shake.

But Chen Yan did not give up, because he sensed that the Great Tide was about to end.

And these thirty-four strands of Ancient God aura would vanish along with it.

At the same time.

In a place infinitely far away.

Moo!

The colossal creature let out a shrill cry, suddenly turned around, and swam toward the direction from which it had come.

It opened its mouth and spat out the shattered internal organs from its belly, along with mucus, eyeballs, severed tentacles, fragments of malice, and other things.

And within this massive and filthy vomit, a broken corpse drifted and floated.

It was a monk wearing a tattered kasaya, with only half of his head remaining.

Bai Wuseng's eyes were blood-red; he watched the departing Zhu Ming without making a sound.

Beneath him, Buddha light bloomed, lifting him up to the surface of the Sea of Malice.

As he surfaced from the Sea of Malice, he took a boat-leaf from his own universe.

He lay upon it.

Bai Wuseng looked up at the pitch-black firmament, and an expression of extreme rage finally erupted on his half-face.

"Chen Yan!"