Chapter 752: Kill! Kill

When those words fell, the surrounding Extinction Aura surged severalfold in an instant, the black tide of annihilation, like raging sea waves, slammed hard toward the Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements; many cultivators of slightly weaker level were shaken by the aura, spitting blood, their souls shattering. Had it not been for senior comrades intervening in time, they would have died on the spot and vanished.

The Corrosion Demon Ancestor beside him let out a shrill cold laugh upon hearing that; his voice carried extreme corrosiveness, and with each syllable the surrounding void was corroded into massive black holes, even the Chaos Qi was turned into filthy black water.

"Just a swarm of barely surviving ants—did you really think gathering together could block the steps of my Dark Clan?"

His gaze swept over the Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements below, filled with blood‑thirsty killing intent, as if he already envisioned those lives being completely melted into blood by his corrosive demon mist.

"No need to trouble anyone else; I alone, with my subordinates, can slaughter you lot of lowly dogs to extinction... hehe..."

The Illusion World Demon Lord's illusory form quivered slightly in the void; his voice seemed to come from a phantom dream, from countless past and future eras, and you could not pinpoint its source.

Within that voice lay a demonic power that could drown anyone; even beings of Supreme rank, upon hearing it, would involuntarily become dazed and fall into illusion.

"Struggle is nothing but futility."

"This ultimate battle is destined to be the eternal nightmare of the Zhutian Wanjie; marching into darkness is also the predetermined end of the Zhutian ages, with no surprises..."

As his words fell, the surrounding spacetime began to turn illusory; many cultivators of the Zhutian Wanjie, even those of Heavenly Dao Supreme rank, started slipping into visions, seeing their homelands destroyed, clans slaughtered, epochs collapsing. Their Dao Hearts wavered instantly; had it not been for senior elders nearby who used great power to awaken them, their Dao Hearts would have shattered on the spot and they would have died and vanished.

"What does it matter if all these ancient monsters of the Zhutian Wanjie, who have stored countless epochs, have arrived?"

The Illusion World Demon Lord's voice sounded again, this time laced with unmistakable arrogance and confidence.

"Our Primordial Supreme is about to awaken; once the Supreme Lord rises, the entire Zhutian Huanyu will fall into eternal darkness. What fear can you ants possibly have?"

"Moreover, with the current situation, the nine of us can handle it with ease, wiping them out with a flick of the hand!"

When the words "Primordial Supreme" fell, the Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences radiated an even more terrifying aura, and the darkness of the Dark Main Path seemed to boil.

All the strong ones of the Zhutian Wanjie paled instantly, and the last sliver of hope in their hearts was completely shattered.

The Primordial Supreme is the source of the Dark Clan, the origin of all darkness in the world, a being countless times more terrifying than the Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences.

Since the ages of eternity, it has awakened only once during a cataclysmic extinction; that time it nearly annihilated an entire epoch. Then all the supreme cultivators of the Zhutian Wanjie paid a grievously painful price, barely sealing it and forcing it back into slumber.

Now, the Primordial Supreme is about to awaken, meaning that in this battle they must not only hold back the endless Dark Army before them, but also finish the fight before the Primordial Supreme awakens.

Otherwise, once the Primordial Supreme awakens, the entire Zhutian Wanjie will truly have no chance of victory.

A breath of despair spread wildly again among the Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements.

At that moment, the Wanhun Laozu's grim voice rang out again; his gaze, from start to finish, was fixed tightly on Ye Wuque, filled with unabashed greed and bloodlust.

"You old things have the Demon Ancestor and fellow Daoists to deal with you."

"I am, however, quite interested in this little thing."

He extended a withered finger, pointing far toward Ye Wuque, a grim grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The heir of the Chaos Dragon Lord... hehe... the only variable of the ages... the fated son of this epoch's Zhutian Wanjie, the son of the epoch..."

"All his secrets, his inheritance, his Dao body, everything—his true self—I will gladly take!"

The moment his words ended, a terrifying soul‑storm erupted around him, a black tide that surged wildly toward Ye Wuque.

Within that storm were countless wailing wronged souls, capable of ripping a being's soul apart; even a Supreme Ultimate Great Perfection‑ranked entity, if struck by this soul‑storm, would suffer soul damage and have its Dao Rule shattered.

All the strong ones of the Zhutian Wanjie, seeing this scene, couldn't help but turn pale and exclaim in shock.

Yet, facing the incoming terrifying soul‑storm, Ye Wuque stood steadily in the void, showing no hint of fear on his face.

Around him, his Soul Exalted Great Perfection cultivation instantly erupted, forming a Golden Shield that firmly protected him.

"Boom—!"

The terrifying soul‑storm slammed hard against the Golden Shield, producing a earth‑shaking roar.

Immediately, the soul‑storm and the Golden Shield shattered simultaneously.

But Ye Wuque was still wounded in his Primordial soul by that casual strike.

His body quivered slightly, and his soul felt a terrifying sting.

Ye Wuque's expression remained unchanged, though his heart grew a little cold.

He knew that the previous strike, even the Wanhun Laozu barely considered a casual move.

It was already that terrifying.

If he truly struck seriously, what cataclysmic devastation would follow?

It seems his strength far surpasses that of the previous Dark Flying Ancestor!

The Annihilation Demon Ancestor stared indifferently at everything below, his mocking grin widening.

He slowly lifted his head, his eyes—like the Dark Great Sun—sweeping the entire Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements, finally fixing on Tai Shi.

The next second, he let out a universe‑shaking screech, filled with endless Dark Will, like the roar of an ancient feral beast, echoing through the entire Dark No Return Path, piercing past, present, and future across Infinite Void!

"Attack!"

"Let my great Dark Clan launch this epoch's ultimate campaign!"

"Kill!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill!!!"

At the Annihilation Demon Ancestor's command, like a spark igniting a powder keg, countless frenzied, blood‑thirsty roars erupted wildly from the Dark Army!

Those roars converged, forming a terrifying Extinction Sound Wave that slammed toward the Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements!

Where the sound wave passed, the void crumbled inch by inch, the Great Dao was utterly erased, and the weaker Supreme beings were shaken, spitting blood, their souls shattering, nearly dying on the spot.

The next second, the overwhelming Dark Army moved!

Countless Dark Great Powers surged like black tides, charging madly at the Zhutian Wanjie reinforcements!

The scene was grand to the extreme, and terrifying to the extreme!