Chapter 87: All Out

At this critical moment, Di Chun stepped forward, the magical artifact behind him materialized, transmitting power to him.

The two brothers combined their efforts, only just managing to hold back the overwhelming force.

Breathing heavily, the two felt their inner spiritual energy nearly exhausted; even their treasures were damaged to varying degrees, their light no longer as it once was.

And this was only Nüwa's first strike.

Mi Xi, trapped within the barrier, wore a solemn expression, fully aware that that palm was only a small showcase of his sister's ability, and the upcoming attacks would be far harsher.

"The second palm is coming!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Immediately, Nüwa swung another palm; this time the hand grew colossal, pressing down on the Heavenly Court like a sky‑covering veil, triggering a massive earthquake that shook the Heavenly Court violently.

The Heavenly Court's Fate Golden Crow emitted a sharp cry, then flew into Taiyi Shen's body; although the Fate Golden Crow shared part of the power, Taiyi Shen's complexion remained very grim.

He leapt into the air, the Dong Huang Bell spun rapidly, and under the effect of the Fate Golden Crow it radiated a mysterious light.

Di Chun stood behind Taiyi Shen, hand on his back, pouring all his power into him. That palm seemed poised to destroy the entire Heavenly Court; even the thirty‑three heavens appeared insignificant before it.

The surrounding strongmen retreated one after another.

Only Zhou Yi remained as steady as a rock, unmoving.

Lin Dong, behind him, was almost paralyzed with fear.

Had Zhou Yi not maintained the shield, the mere leaking aura would have been fatal.

As that palm struck, the Dong Huang Bell's brilliance faded swiftly.

Taiyi Shen and Di Chun both spurted blood, one of the thirty‑three heavens was destroyed, turned to ruins, and the Fate Golden Crow nearly flew away.

At this moment, the Demon Race's fate seemed shrouded in gloom, dim and lightless.

This power had pushed the two to their limits; they were exhausted, unable to continue fighting.

The members of the Wu Clan watched silently, their hearts full of joy, secretly hoping the third palm would completely end the two.

At this point, the distance between them had widened considerably; even Zhou Yi retreated a hundred meters away.

Because the third palm's power would surpass the first two, staying too close might endanger themselves.

Taiyi Shen and Di Chun struggled to rise; since taking the reins of the Demon Race they had never been so disheveled, yet both smiled, as if two gamblers going all‑in.

Having endured two palms, only the final one remains; if they can hold out, the great task can be achieved, everything worth it.

Mi Xi fell directly inside the barrier; that terrifying power could be felt even through the barrier, and for this third palm, how will they resist?

Soon after, shouts erupted among the Demon Race; the soldiers displayed astonishing power, streams of spirit light surged from their bodies, converging in the sky and covering the two like a magnificent meteor shower.

Nüwa raised an eyebrow slightly, looking quite surprised, "Didn't expect you to have such means."

"This formation is indeed formidable, but whether you can withstand the third palm depends on your fate."

Nüwa's voice was cold and merciless, echoing in the air, plunging the Heavenly Court into dead silence.

Then a powerful force shook the Vast Wilderness World, the earth began to tremble.

Nüwa's chilling might was fully unleashed; a gigantic hand from the depths of Chaos, bearing endless Chaotic qi, slowly pressed forward.

Above the Heavenly Court, everyone witnessed a heart‑stopping sight.

Once that palm force is fully released, the whole world will be destroyed, even the legendary thirty‑three heavens may vanish.

However, at this moment, the most pressing issue for Taiyi Shen and Di Chun is how to survive this lethal strike.

Suffocating pressure enveloped them, leaving the two almost immobile, even the power within seemed frozen.

The once invincible great array now appeared so fragile before this force.

Then the massive hand slowly descended, a "Boom" resounding, the Heavenly Court was covered by its shadow.

Strangely, the hand did not continue forward nor vanish immediately, but hovered in the air.

Everyone present involuntarily stretched their necks, held their breath, watching, both nervous and hopeful.

It is unknown whether Taiyi Shen and Di Chun can escape this calamity. For the Vast Wilderness World, their lives will be a pivotal turning point.

Nüwa sighed lightly, saying, "Consider yourselves lucky." As soon as the words fell, everyone's hearts had an answer.

The massive hand gradually dissipated, Taiyi Shen and Di Chun lay on the clouds, their fate uncertain.

As Nüwa lightly waved her sleeves, the surroundings returned to their former calm.

"Brother, I have fulfilled my promise," Nüwa said, and Mi Xi's figure appeared before everyone.

At this moment, Mi Xi was caught in a dilemma: one side the leader of the Demon Race, the other his own sister.

Whichever side he chooses, the other will be disappointed.

Nüwa saw his confusion, waved a hand and said, "I will keep my word, but I also hope the Demon Race understands the limits. If there is another time, the consequences will not be so simple."

Having said that, Nüwa drew a circle in the void and pushed it toward the new Human Race territory.

Then she slipped away. The twelve demon gods' eyes flashed with ferocious light, seemingly eager to act.

In their view, this was an opportunity not to be missed.

If they could take the chance to eliminate Taiyi Shen and Di Chun, perhaps they could end this protracted war early.

Thus, they advanced toward Mi Xi step by step, each step laden with murderous intent.

Bai Ze and his companions sensed a dangerous aura approaching and rushed to the scene.

They decisively surrounded Taiyi Shen and Di Chun; Bai Ze's face was stern, his gaze sweeping over the twelve figures.

"The time has not yet come; do you intend to violate the rules set by the Dao Ancestor?" Bai Ze asked, "Have you considered the punishment that will follow? It is far beyond what you can bear."

Zhou Yi, standing beside them, turned to Lin Dong, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "Had enough of the show this time?"

Lin Dong swallowed, his eyes still flashing with the shock from the Saint's display of power, and he nodded in response:

"Indeed spectacular, but the Saint's power far exceeded my expectations, so immense it's unimaginable. Moreover, I can feel that earlier he did not give his all; had he fully unleashed, the scene would have been even more terrifying."

Lin Dong continued, "The Saint's might is truly chilling; the realm I have reached is called Quasi Saint, yet compared with a true Saint, I feel like an ant, the gap so vast it's incomparable."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi smiled faintly, thinking to himself that his so‑called "Literary Saint" title meant nothing before a true Saint; it was merely a name.

Their conversation stood out in the silence, causing a ripple around them.

The Demon Commanders cast wary gazes at them, their eyes full of hostility.