Chapter 374: Space Shows Its Might

Inside the channel, the giant hand covering the sky, condensed purely from space laws, swept across the void barbarically, carrying an unparalleled overbearingness.

The violent cyan wind blades and the raging void turbulence had no power to resist before this giant hand.

Where the giant hand passed, the shattered space barriers calmed instantly, the silver-white light flow re-intertwining, forcibly reconnecting the broken channel.

The giant hand opened its five fingers, transforming into a gentle silver light, holding Su Chen and Sun Wukong steadily.

Su Chen's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The flesh and blood on his left arm had been shaved off by the wind blades, revealing bones intertwined with dark gold and gray-white, the chaotic glazed-colored skin covered in cracks, blood continuously seeping out. But his eyes remained bright, staring fixedly at the rear of the channel.

"Saved." Su Chen spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Sun Wukong supported the swaying Su Chen, his golden fur soaked with blood.

He looked at the healed space behind him with lingering fear, grinning to reveal his sharp teeth: "That old bird's strike was truly vicious! Little brother, is this hand a divine ability of the Wu Clan Ancestral Wu?"

"This is the method of Ancestral Wu Di Jiang. In the Primordial World, his application of space laws can be said to be the strongest. When I came, he left a space mark on me. This must be him sensing that our situation was not good and taking action to help," Su Chen finally managed to catch his breath, recovering slightly.

The silver light wrapped around the two, traveling toward Mount Wuzhou at a speed beyond cognition.

Just as the two were talking, Di Jiang's low and cold voice came from the end of the channel.

"You want to let it go after hurting the person my Wu Clan wants to protect?"

The voice penetrated the endless void, carrying the monstrous killing intent of the head of the Twelve Ancestral Wu.

The silver giant hand protecting the two shook violently, splitting off an overbearing space law.

This law did not return to Mount Wuzhou along the channel, but transformed into a blinding silver torrent, changing direction, flowing against the current along the channel, and heading straight for the Southern Tianmen of the thirty-three heavens!

Outside the Southern Tianmen, Yingzhao stood in mid-air, his massive Demon Sage true form with a human face, tiger markings, and broad bird wings covering the sky. His eyes were blood-red, staring fixedly at the space crack ahead that was about to heal.

The cooked duck had flown, and the supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure had slipped away right before his eyes.

This feeling made this one of the ten great Demon Sages of the Demon Court nearly go mad.

"Open for me!" Yingzhao roared, gripping the Wind God Spear tightly with both hands.

The demonic power of a late-stage Semi-Sage poured into the spear body without reservation, the spear tip condensing a cyan hurricane capable of shredding stars, preparing to forcibly blast open the space channel and pursue to the end.

The moment he threw the Wind God Spear.

The space crack that was about to close suddenly expanded violently.

"Boom!"

A silver pillar of light, dazzling to the extreme, erupted from the crack like a volcano that had been accumulating for ten million years.

Where the silver light passed, the cyan hurricane condensed at the tip of the Wind God Spear thrown by Yingzhao instantly disintegrated, and the long spear was directly shaken away by an irresistible force, transforming into a stream of light and returning to Yingzhao's hand.

"What?!" Yingzhao's pupils contracted sharply.

He had no time to react before the silver pillar of light had already rushed out of the crack and exploded outside the Southern Tianmen.

Billions of transparent space blades poured out from the silver light.

Each blade contained Di Jiang's ultimate realization of the space Dao.

The space blades transformed into a massive silver meat grinder, instantly sweeping Yingzhao's massive Demon Sage true form into it.

"Extreme Wind Domain!"

At the critical moment, Yingzhao erupted with all his strength.

His wings flapped frantically behind him, and the cyan wind laws condensed into hundreds of thick wind shields around him, attempting to resist this absolute kill that had come across the realm.

But Di Jiang was the Ancestral Wu of space and speed; his laws ignored all conventional defenses.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

The scalp-numbing cutting sound rang out densely outside the Southern Tianmen.

The cyan wind shields did not even hold for a breath before the space blades, being cut into pieces.

The transparent blades slashed onto Yingzhao's body without obstruction.

Yingzhao's late-stage Semi-Sage physical body, which he took pride in, instantly tore open.

"Ah!"

Yingzhao let out a shrill scream.

The indestructible dark battle armor on his body was covered in cracks under the cutting of the space laws, and then shattered with a roar.

The blades cut open his flesh and blood, severing his tendons and bones.

Large amounts of demon blood fell from mid-air like a waterfall, dyeing the white jade stairs outside the Southern Tianmen a shocking dark red.

Half of the broad bird wings on his back were shaved off, feathers mixed with blood flying across the sky.

"Di Jiang!" Yingzhao gritted his teeth, frantically driving his demonic power to repair his injuries.

But the space laws attached to the wounds, preventing the flesh and blood from healing.

Every breath he held on, dozens of wounds deep to the bone would appear on his body.

This was a one-sided crushing.

The head of the Twelve Ancestral Wu, even if only taking action from afar, was not something a Demon Sage could contend with.

Outside the Southern Tianmen, the remaining space blades splashed everywhere.

On the ten-thousand-foot-tall white jade pillars, the defensive formations that the Demon Court had spent countless resources to set up lit up one after another, and then shattered one after another.

"Crack!"

The left pillar emitted a loud sound, being cut in half by a thick space blade.

The massive jade pillar collapsed with a roar, smashing into the cloud sea and raising a monstrous air wave.

The thousands of demon soldiers below, under this Ancestral Wu might, did not even have a chance to run.

They were affected by the overbearing space laws, their bodies slashed by the space turbulence that escaped, falling in patches.

The early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal venomous python demon general lay in the ruins, his face bloodless, trembling, not even daring to breathe loudly.

This was the wrath of an Ancestral Wu.

They had not expected an Ancestral Wu to directly shatter the portal of the Demon Court for the sake of a human!

Yingzhao struggled in the space storm; at this moment, he was no longer thinking about how to get Su Chen's Nine Demon Pagoda, but was focused on how to get rid of Di Jiang's terrifying space laws.

Because he felt the threat of death.

Di Jiang truly dared to kill him, and truly could kill him!

The dignity of a Demon Sage was worthless in the face of life and death.

Yingzhao put down the greed and dignity in his heart, raised his head, and let out a desperate roar toward the depths of the Demon Court.

"Di Jiang! You dare to come to my Demon Court to act wildly!"

This angry shout sounded like a reprimand, but it was actually a plea for help in his desperate situation.

The voice was mixed with Great Luo demonic power, penetrated layers of palaces, and was transmitted directly into the Demon Emperor Hall.

Yingzhao's roar echoed over the Demon Court.

The space storm outside the Southern Tianmen contracted again, the silver space blades gathering into a heavenly blade a thousand zhang long, aiming at Yingzhao's head, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Just at the moment the heavenly blade was about to fall.

In the deepest part of the Demon Court, above the thirty-three heavens.

A bell chime with the might to suppress all things in the Primordial Chaos rang out leisurely.

"Clang—" ===== CHAPTER 375 =====