Chapter 749: World‑Shattering Battle

The Dark Clan's nine great Extinction Sequences stand proudly above the Nine Heavens.

They are not in a hurry to strike.

Nine Dao shadows, like nine ancient everlasting Extinction Heavenly Dao, indifferently lower their gaze, overlooking the reinforcements continuously descending from the myriad heavens and realms below.

Their surroundings emit no deliberately earth-shaking aura, yet a world-destroying presence emanates from deep within their souls, spreading slowly like a tide in all directions; wherever it passes, the void collapses spontaneously, the Tiandao is completely Jiemie, and even time seems to have stopped flowing.

The leading Annihilation Demon Ancestor towers like an ancient demon mountain; his jet‑black demon robe is embroidered with countless totems of epochal destructions, each totem representing an era he personally ended.

His visage is blurred within the endless Darkness, and only a pair of eyes, like two Dark Great Suns, show no trace of emotional fluctuation, only eternal Dead Silence and world‑destroying indifference.

He stands there as if he were the source of all Darkness; a mere thought of his can plunge the entire Zhutian Huanyu into eternal Darkness.

The Corrosion Demon Ancestor beside him is enveloped by an impenetrably dense dark green demon fog; wherever that fog passes, even the void is corroded with a sizzle, leaving bottomless black holes, and the chaotic qi is completely melted into murky black water.

His body has long been transformed within the endless Corrosion Dao Principle into a half‑illusory, half‑real form; only a pair of eyes flashing with venomous resentment and bloodthirsty light stare rigidly at the reinforcements of the myriad heavens and realms below, as if watching prey about to be completely melted by him.

The Illusion World Demon Lord beside them has no fixed form, resembling an illusory shadow merged into the surrounding time folds; you cannot pinpoint his true body, only countless illusory Guangying swirling around him, each Guangying a world‑destroying illusion capable of sinking even a being that gazes upon the millennial level.

His existence itself is an eternal illusionary dream; for countless epochs, innumerable supreme beings of the heavens have never seen his true form, yet have wholly sunk into his illusion, their Dao hearts shattered, their spirit souls drowned, ultimately becoming nourishment within his illusion.

The Ten Thousand Souls Ancestor hovers at the fringe; around him swirl endless spirit soul shadows, the remnants of countless heavenly strongmen he has devoured over millennia, each remnant once a supreme being that illuminated an era, now only able to emit a mournful wail around him, never to be reborn.

His body is formed from countless spirit souls, and a pair of grim eyes, like a venomous snake, sweep over the heavenly reinforcements below; finally, they lock rigidly onto the Black Robe Figure, the eyes flashing with greed and bloodthirsty light, as if having seen the world's most perfect prey.

The Blood Prison Demon Emperor radiates blood light to the heavens, countless blood‑colored chains sprout from his body like crimson divine dragons coiling in the void; each chain bears countless skeletal remains of heavenly strongmen, still echoing endless pain and resentment.

He is the pinnacle of the Dark Clan's Blood Path and Prison Path; his cultivation has long reached the summit. For countless ages, innumerable heavenly strongmen have had their spirit souls ripped away and cast into the Blood Prison, eternally enduring blood‑fire torment, unable to live nor die.

Besides these five, the remaining four Extinction Sequences likewise exude suffocating terrifying pressure; each is a dreadful entity that once single‑handedly annihilated countless lives.

These nine are the Dark Clan's nine great Extinction Sequences, the topmost combat power of the Dark Clan aside from the Primordial Supreme, and the ultimate terror that has brought endless despair to the myriad heavens and realms for countless epochs.

The nine of them stand proudly here, the surrounding world‑destroying aura has become so dense it has turned into a visible black tide, slowly pressing down on the heavenly reinforcements below.

Where the black tide passes, even the protective Dao light emitted by heavenly strongmen continuously dims and dissolves; countless cultivators of slightly weaker cultivation, even if merely brushed by the aftershocks, feel their spirit souls trembling, their Dao hearts wavering, as if they could shatter completely at any moment.

Below them, within the endless void of the Dark Main Road, countless Dark Great Powers stand proudly together.

It is the deep foundation from the innermost Dark Clan, a terrifying combat power accumulated over countless epochs.

At the forefront stand nine supreme overlords of the Ultimate Leap rank; their silhouettes span past, present, and future, and the Dark Dao Principle surrounding them has already merged into the source of time and space, allowing them to survive even if epochs collapse.

Each of them has left endless legends across the myriad heavens and realms, terrifying beings that have caused countless epochs of life to tremble at their name.

At this moment, they all stand proudly in the void; their terrifying might sweeps across the Nine Heavens Ten Earths, piercing past, present, and future, causing the entire No Return Main Road to tremble slightly under their power.

Behind them stand dozens of Dark Great Powers of the SupremeUltimateGreatPerfectionRank.

Their cultivation has already reached the absolute pinnacle of the Supreme realm; the Dark Origin surrounding them can independently generate a complete Dark Universe, and with each breath countless Dark Worlds are born and die within them.

In their shadows hide countless enslaved Dark Creatures, each possessing terrifying combat power capable of annihilating an entire cosmos.

Further back are thousands upon hundreds of Dark Strongmen of the Heavenly Dao Supreme Rank.

Each of them has slaughtered more than one cosmos, their hands stained with the blood of heavenly beings, and their Dark cultivation has long reached the summit.

When their aura disperses, the surrounding time and space spontaneously collapses, and even the timelines become twisted and chaotic under their Dark Dao Principle.

This is the deep foundation of the Dark Clan, a terrifying power accumulated over countless epochs by incessantly slaughtering the myriad heavens and realms.

Looking out, endless Dark shadows blanket the entire No Return Main Road, covering Infinite Void and boundless universes; that world‑destroying murderous intent converges as if to utterly crush the entire myriad heavens and realms.