Chapter 202: Annihilation

At the instant the two supreme treasures collided, the entire Honghuang continent shuddered three times.

Zhou Yi's figure surged upward, secret sigils swirling around him; under the boost of the time law, he flashed to Taiyi Shen's side in the blink of an eye.

This demon emperor, as if having foreseen it, calmly stepped half a pace forward, and brazenly thrust out a surge of golden flame from his palm that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

The blazing true fire of the sun tore a rift in space, turning the whole sky into a scarlet‑gold hue.

The three‑legged Black‑Void Shadow that burst from the sea of fire with outstretched wings let out a long, tearing cry; people always say that the demon master Great Peng Bird is the symbol of speed, yet they forget that the three‑legged Black‑blood lineage that holds the Sun Star's primal source also possesses the mighty power to rend space‑time.

Two figures wrapped in the time law intersected in the air, exploding a deafening roar.

"Break!" Zhou Yi's fist blade stirred the power of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, directly confronting the three‑legged Black‑flame formation forged from the raging fire.

The Nine Secrets True Method churned wildly in his sea of consciousness; his twin fists transformed into a sun‑piercing long rainbow, striking straight for the opponent's vital point.

At this level, the clash had already transcended the constraints of techniques; every movement was a lethal strike capable of shattering a galaxy.

Taiyi Shen, who had lived through countless Wu‑zombie blood wars and even suppressed the first Quasi Saint, met Zhou Yi's assault not by retreating but by advancing; his right arm's golden sigils surged violently, brazenly counter‑striking.

The instant the two world‑ending energies clashed, the space within tens of thousands of miles fractured like glass, and the turbulent laws ground the starlight into dust.

Retreating violently, Zhou Yi's shoulder spewed a blood arrow, while the void beneath Taiyi Shen's foot was also torn into a spider‑web‑like fissure.

Before the aftershocks could dissipate, vitality surged at Zhou Yi's wound, and in an instant he launched again with a universe‑piercing fist.

"How audacious!" Taiyi Shen erupted twelve rotating scorching sun phantoms around his body; the supreme Yang power drawn from the Sun Star's primal source evaporated a million‑mile sea of clouds.

When this ancient demon emperor fully unleashed his primal might, the whole world seemed to plunge into a stellar core, and the laws twisted and warped under the terrifying heat.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted sharply, and Six Realms of Reincarnation phenomena interwove behind him into an imperial crown. At the moment the two world‑ending forces were about to collide, the stars beyond the thirty‑three heavens flickered and trembled in unison.

Zhou Yi's body radiated a rosy glow, the five internal phenomena fully merging with his flesh. The fist shadow he swung bore imperial pressure, as if the ruler of the nine heavens descended to the mortal realm.

At the instant the fist power erupted, the secret technique activated, boosting his combat strength tenfold, and the entire star region was illuminated by the radiant fist.

"Boom!"

Where the fist power passed, billions of miles of space‑time collapsed. The two mighty figures shuddered violently, and blood spewed simultaneously from Zhou Yi and Taiyi Shen.

Zhou Yi wiped the blood from his mouth corner, then suddenly manifested four tangible clones; the five figures formed a mysterious formation, trapping the opponent firmly within the array's eye.

Taiyi Shen, unwilling to be outdone, let the embodiments of Good and Evil break forth, and three figures formed a Heaven‑Earth‑Human Three‑Talents formation. The energy released when the two arrays collided tore countless spatial rifts in the void.

"Cough!" Zhou Yi was blasted hundreds of miles away, his chest garment soaked in fresh blood. Yet he formed seals with both hands, and his wounds healed at a visibly rapid pace. By contrast, Taiyi Shen also invoked a secret healing method, but its effect was markedly inferior.

"It's time to finish this," Taiyi Shen sneered, raising his hand to summon the bronze ancient bell that once shook Honghuang. When the bell hovered above his head, the battlefield's air pressure suddenly became a hundred times heavier.

"Clang!"

The Chaos Bell emitted a thunderous roar, its divine might sweeping the eight realms like a tsunami.

Zhou Yi had nowhere to dodge; his protective golden aura shattered instantly, and his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

Yet when the bell's echo faded, the body that should have fallen was reconstituted in the radiance; it turned out that what had just been shattered was merely a Dao residual shadow clone.

"Truly worthy of a primordial treasure," Zhou Yi brushed the fresh blood spilling from his mouth corner, his gaze growing even sharper: "But with such a killing move, how many more times can you execute it?"

Zhou Yi's body swirled with golden light, and his shattered flesh instantly restored to its original state.

Taiyi Shen's pupils suddenly contracted, and the knuckles gripping the Chaos Bell turned white.

In those years, when they failed to execute this person within Human Race territory, the only obstacle being the Tai Chi Diagram, the opponent's terrifying regenerative ability had been a constant thorn in his throat.

The Chaos Bell trembled, unleashing world‑ending pressure that even shook the heavens beyond the thirty‑three layers.

This kind of killing move, which can make a Saint retreat three houses, still failed to completely crush the ants before him? Taiyi Shen let out a cold snort, cold sweat beading on his palm.

"In the end, it's that half‑step short," Zhou Yi wiped the golden‑tinged blood from his mouth, his battle spirit burning brighter.

A body that is not a Saint ultimately cannot bear the true intent of a supreme treasure; the bell's sound that seemed to shatter heaven and earth only manifested seventy percent of the Chaos Bell's might.

Taiyi Shen's forehead veins bulged, and the Chaos Bell in his hand buzzed incessantly.

As the opponent said, if a Saint were to wield this artifact, not only could they reignite earth, fire, water, and wind, even shattering and reconstituting Honghuang would be a mere snap of the fingers.

At this moment, he could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yi's flesh and blood regenerated, like facing a nine‑headed beast that cannot be cut down.

"I'll see how many times you can reshape!" Taiyi Shen roared, and the Chaos Bell morphed into myriad phantom images.

He only now realized that exterminating such a monster required painstaking effort, which for the Heavenly Court on the brink of a decisive battle was undoubtedly a fatal delay.

Zhou Yi suddenly closed his eyes and gathered his spirit; Dao resonance flowed around him like a reversed galaxy: "Do you know why the Three Pure Ones always give me three‑fold deference?" Before he finished speaking, the void suddenly manifested myriad Dao archive phantoms, countless scriptures slithering like dragons and snakes, and under the Chaos Bell's pressure they formed a world of their own.

Taiyi Shen's expression changed dramatically, and for the first time the Chaos Bell emitted an uneasy hum.

At the same time, the battlefield of Mount Buzhou experienced a sudden turn; the Demon Race's grand array that had been holding against the Twelve Ancestral Witches collapsed as a crucial array eye ruptured, and Mi Xi's position was instantly engulfed by the Wu Clan's blood curse.

The moment Taiyi Shen was intercepted by Zhou Yi, the entire battle took a pivotal turn; the five Ancestral Witches that had been besieging Taiyi Shen sprang into action, immediately shifting to other critical zones.

The Demon Race leader Diqun, though evenly matched with Taiyi Shen, could not escape suppression when faced with the combined assault of multiple Ancestral Witches.

At this moment Mi Xi's situation was the most perilous. This quasi‑saintly demon saint, whose peak had not yet been reached, began to show signs of decline amid the encirclement by several Ancestral Witches.

As the battle intensified, Mi Xi's fleshly defenses were finally breached; on the brink of total annihilation, the heavens suddenly surged with a Saintly aura.

This force did not join the battlefield slaughter; it merely compelled Mi Xi's remaining primordial spirit to flee into the void, for Nüwa could not bear to see her brother fall completely.

Sensing the Saintly presence, Taiyi Shen's complexion turned iron‑blue. He and Diqun had repeatedly tried to persuade Nüwa to join the fight; had a Saint's aid arrived, the Wu Clan would have been eradicated long ago.

Yet this Saint, born of the Demon Race, always remained aloof; even now his intervention only saved Mi Xi's life, and such restraint made Taiyi Shen silently resentful, for he had assumed that once Mi Xi was gravely wounded, Nüwa would punish the Wu Clan.

Zhou Yi, however, had foreseen this. Within the torrent of the Great Calamity that sweeps heaven and earth, even a Saint of the Heavenly Dao must follow the great flow.

Seizing Mi Xi's primordial spirit was already no easy feat; the will of Hongyuan Dao Ancestor was like an unseen shackle, and even a Saint could not cross the thunderous barrier by half a step.