Chapter 419: Sweeping All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, Annihilating Every Enemy!

Dead Silence.

The Dead Silence that freezes souls envelops this starry sky that has just endured a cataclysmic collision.

The gray‑black specks drifting across the heavens, like funeral papers scattered for a fallen king, silently recount the horror and finality of that just‑delivered punch.

All spectators, near or far, regardless of their thoughts, at this moment turned into lifeless statues; only the heavy, almost suffocating breaths and the uncontrollable, instinctive tremor of fear attest that they are still alive.

Ye Wuque slowly withdrew his fist, standing amid the shattered Void.

The terrifying Five Heads Ten Arms form had already receded, restoring the calm black robe.

His complexion remained unchanged, yet in his deep eyes lingered a hint of Jiemie of Chaos returning to ruin, as if that punch capable of shattering stars and erasing laws was merely a casual swing for him.

He looked toward where Shi Litian had been, where only void and drifting stardust remained.

However, at the instant when all was dead silent and everyone believed the Young Master of the Corpse Clan had been utterly annihilated—

A mutation, silent, arose.

Those gray‑black specks that had been drifting slowly, about to dissolve completely into the Void, suddenly… ceased moving.

As if held down by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately thereafter, under countless horrified gazes, the specks began to flow backward!

Like time running backward, they no longer dispersed but instead rushed toward a central point, collapsing wildly!

Buzz—!!!

A faint yet extremely tenacious Dead Silence wave rippled outward from that converging center.

Within that wave swirled resentment, poisonous hatred, and a bone‑deep… will to survive!

Click… crack… click…

The nauseating, bizarre clatter that sounded as if bones and flesh were being forced together rang especially harshly in the silent starry sky.

At the core of those converging gray‑black specks, a clump of viscous, continuously writhing dark‑red flesh and blood was rapidly taking shape!

The flesh emitted an overpowering, unbreakable corpse stench and rot, its surface riddled with twisted vessels and bizarre corpse markings, laboriously reshaping into a form—head, torso, limbs…

A full ten breaths passed.

A completely naked body, its skin a dead‑gray hue, scarred with old and new wounds and strange sutures, barely coalesced, wobbling as it hovered in the Void.

It was… Shi Litian!

【5】 He… still hasn't died!

They... are still not dead!

His current appearance, compared to the former Corpse Qi‑raging, emperor‑like bearing, was worlds apart.

His complexion was as pale as a corpse, without a hint of blood, the once handsome yet dead‑silent visage now twisted slightly by pain and weakness.

At his chest, a massive transparent cavity gaped, its edges blurred with flesh and blood, bearing lingering erosion marks from Chaos Qi, slowly writhing as it repaired.

The dark‑golden bone scales that once covered him had long vanished; even basic Corpse Qi struggled to coalesce, his aura withered to the extreme, like a dying candle in the wind.

Most strikingly, the nine great corpse spirits that once swirled around him, granting endless power, were now nowhere to be seen!

Only nine extremely dim, nearly extinguished gray‑black flames flickered faintly around him, emitting a weak lament, as if sunk into the deepest Dead Silence and slumber.

Clearly, under Ye Wuque's devastating Chaos Heavenly Emperor Fist strike, those nine corpse spirits suffered unprecedented damage, their Primordial nearly shattered, making it impossible to summon them again in the short term!

This move effectively crippled Shi Litian's once‑unrestrained left arm and right shoulder!

"Ho… ho…"

Shi Litian gasped laboriously, each breath seeming to tear at his wounds, delivering excruciating, heart‑rending pain.

He slowly lifted his head, those eyes once as black as a abyss, later turned into a crimson pool of blood, now only a dim gray‑white, the pupils reflecting an unmistakable… awe and… incredulous horror!

His nine corpse spirits… had merged the Primordial of the Corpse Qi world, the nearly Undying Immortal nine corpse spirits…

They actually… were directly… blown apart?!

And even his own Undying Immortal corpse body was shattered, nearly falling to ruin!

This is the first time in his life he has suffered such a crushing defeat!

The first time he was utterly crushed by absolute power, from flesh to divine abilities!

Even though his will is as steadfast as ancient black ice, now an unprecedented… solemnity surfaces on his face, along with a deeply hidden… palpitations.

After a brief Dead Silence, the distant crowd of onlookers finally erupted with uncontrollable shouts and clamor!

"What?! Shi Litian… not dead?! He… he reconstituted his flesh?!"

"My god! Surviving after being hit like that?! The Corpse Clan's survival ability is absurdly perverse!"

"Didn't you see his condition? All nine corpse spirits are gone! His aura is weakened to the extreme! This is definitely an unprecedented heavy blow!"

"Ye Demon God… Ye Demon God really blew Shi Litian to pieces! My goodness! This is the Young Master of the Corpse Clan! A monster atop the Other Shore Heavenly Ladder ranking!"

"Unbelievable! This is definitely Shi Litian's first failure since stepping onto the Star Sky Ancient Road! The first time being directly crushed by someone!"

"Is it too early to say that now?" another being interjected, voice tinged with deep apprehension, "Don't forget who Shi Litian is. He is the Corpse Clan's First Heaven's Pride since antiquity! Legend says he once swept across a glorious era as an invincible being! Later, the Ancestor of the Corpse Clan sealed him with Undying Heavenly Essence, only to awaken in this era! Such a figure would surely have a true trump card hidden away. Those nine corpse spirits earlier were probably not all of his!"

With those words spoken, many excited onlookers cooled like doused with cold water, their gazes toward Shi Litian regaining reverence and curiosity.

Indeed, this Ancient Freak sealed since a glorious era possesses depths beyond ordinary comprehension.

In the Void, Shi Litian, struggling to steady his form, slowly raised his hand and wiped away the dark‑golden corpse blood constantly spilling from his mouth.

His gray‑white eyes fixed on the calm Ye Wuque in the distance; the pain and horror on his face gradually subsided, ultimately turning into a bottomless pool of… dead water.

So calm… it's almost frightening.

"Very well…"

He spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like two rusted metal plates grinding, yet carrying a strange… excitement?

"Great…"

Shi Litian actually… laughed.

The smile was stiff and eerie, matching his pale, dead‑silent face, sending chills down the spine.

"Kill you… devour all of you… refine you into my tenth corpse spirit…"

His voice gradually rose, carrying an almost pathological fervor.

"I will completely make up for the flaw, break the ultimate number of nine! When that time comes… Ultimate Main Road, who can stand in the way?! I will… be the sole sovereign of this path! Sweep away all enemies across Zhutian Wanjie! Hahaha!"

Manic laughter echoed through the starry sky, filled with boundless ambition and a lust for killing.