Chapter 787: Mantis Trying to Stop a Chariot

Large swathes of buildings turned to fly ash under the erosion of Ominous Qi!

Countless clansmen were buried beneath the ruins before they could escape!

Those Ye Clan experts with cultivation, although barely able to resist the Ominous Qi for a time, could only do so for a time!

Their internal magic power, Dao rules, and vitality were dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye under the erosion of the Ominous Qi!

Despair spread through the Ye Clan like a plague!

A young disciple slumped to the ground, looking at the three Annihilation Sequences pressing down from the void like demonic mountains, his eyes filled with fear and despair:

"How could... it be like this... my Ye Clan... is going to be wiped out today..."

A Supreme Elder of very high seniority, with white hair and trembling all over, wept bitterly.

He had lived for endless years and witnessed the Ye Clan's most glorious era, but now he had to watch the Ye Clan be destroyed in an instant. The sorrow and despair in his heart could not be described in words: "Heavens... what sin has my Ye Clan committed... to suffer this calamity of extinction..."

Young Ye Clan children did not yet understand what had happened, only knowing that the sky had suddenly darkened, the ground had suddenly shaken, and the relatives beside them had suddenly fallen.

They cried out helplessly, their wails heart-wrenching, enough to make anyone who heard them weep.

Clan Leader Ye Jinghong stood at the very front of the ruins of the Undying Peak, his face as pale as paper, a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the three grey-white figures in the void that covered the sky and sun, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

As the Ye Clan Leader, with his Dao Ancestor Realm Peak cultivation, he was infinitely close to a Quasi-Supreme and was considered a powerhouse in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

But in front of those three Annihilation Sequences, he was not even as good as an ant!

"How is this possible... how could it be like this..." Ye Jinghong said with a trembling voice, filled with disbelief. "The Road of No Return has actually fallen... the Ominous Clan has actually slaughtered their way into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths... the other clans of the Road of No Return have also slaughtered their way in... this is the true Epoch Calamity..."

"The true Epoch Calamity... has it descended already..."

"I wonder how Wuque and Zhengrong are doing on the Road of No Return..." Ye Jinghong muttered, a trace of concern and worry flashing in his eyes.

No one answered him.

All the Ye Clan members present, including those high-ranking Elders, respected Clan Elders, and deep-cultivation Ancestors, were all silent.

In their eyes, there was the same despair and powerlessness.

They knew that today, the Ye Clan would likely be unable to escape this disaster.

In the center of the crowd, a beautiful woman in a white dress stood gracefully.

Her figure was slender, her skin like congealed fat, her long hair like a waterfall; even in this apocalyptic scene, she remained beautiful and ethereal.

It was Ye Wuque's wife—Yu Jiaoxue.

At this moment, in those clear, water-like eyes, there was no fear, no despair, only deep worry and longing.

She looked toward the distant void, as if searching for someone's figure.

Her hand gently stroked her slightly protruding lower abdomen, where the flesh and blood of her and Ye Wuque resided.

"Wuque..." she whispered softly, her voice filled with tenderness and concern, "You must be safe..."

The Ye Founding Ancestor stood at the very front, his figure majestic and towering, still standing straight like a pine.

His white robe was stained with blood—left behind when he fought to the death to repel an Ominous Clan Supreme Boundless Great Perfection that had ambushed the Ye Clan not long ago.

He looked at the three Annihilation Sequences in the void, his expression grave to the extreme.

But his voice remained steady and powerful, carrying a demeanor that would not change even if Mount Tai collapsed before him: "Wuque and Zhengrong should be fine, we need not worry. That child Wuque has a very tough fate; he doesn't know how many great and small calamities he has survived. This time, he will definitely return safely."

He paused, swept a glance at the clansmen around him who were trapped in despair, and his voice suddenly rose: "My Ye Clan, since the founding by the first Ancestor Ye Zhetian, has experienced endless ages, not knowing how many calamities we have survived, not knowing how many difficulties we have overcome! Today, although we encounter a calamity never seen before, as long as there is one person left in my Ye Clan, as long as the bloodline of my Ye Clan is still flowing, the Ye Clan will not perish! The soul of the Ye Clan will never die!"

The Ye Founding Ancestor's words exploded in the ears of the Ye Clan members like a great bell.

Some clansmen who had already been numb with despair felt a faint light reignite in their eyes.

But the next moment, the Ye Founding Ancestor's voice suddenly dropped, and a trace of resolution and tragedy flashed in his eyes: "However, in the current situation..."

He did not continue, but everyone knew what he meant.

In the current situation, the Ye Clan would likely not be able to hold on.

Three Annihilation Sequences at the Ultimate Leap level—let alone the Ye Clan, even if ten Ye Clans were tied together, they would not be a match.

Not to mention the Ominous Lord, who was watching like a tiger, and could strike at any time.

In this situation, any bold words, any words to boost morale, seemed pale and powerless, merely—deceiving oneself.

But the Ye Founding Ancestor was already prepared.

Even if he died, he would die before all the clansmen.

If they wanted to destroy the Ye Clan, they would have to step over his corpse first!

The three Ominous Clan Annihilation Sequences standing proudly in the void had remained absolutely silent from beginning to end.

Like three eternal stone statues, they looked down coldly at everything in the Ye Clan territory below.

In their eyes, there was no pity, no fluctuation, not even any killing intent—because in their eyes, these beings of the Ye Clan were simply not worth them having any emotions.

Just as humans looking down at an ant nest would not have any emotions toward the ants.

Finally, the Annihilation Sequence on the left, who was the largest in stature, spoke.

His voice was low, hoarse, like two ancient tombstones rubbing against each other, every syllable containing suffocating dead silence and ominousness:

"The Ye Clan. This seat has some impression."

He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling some ancient past:

"This clan, endless ages ago, also produced a few little dragons. One called something like... Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen, who also stirred up some waves in these All Heavens and Myriad Realms."

"However—" his tone shifted, filled with indifference and contempt, "that is all in the past. The current Ye Clan is nothing more than a nest of ants."

The Annihilation Sequence in the middle also spoke faintly, his voice carrying a trace of mockery: "Hehe. In front of our true Great Calamity, these so-called Supreme Clans, Immortal Aristocratic Families, and those so-called top powerhouses of the past cannot stir up any waves..."

"Even if that Ye Zhetian of the past could descend now, he is destined to be unable to stop this calamity..." the Annihilation Sequence on the right took over, his tone filled with sarcasm. "Not to mention... whether that Ye Zhetian is alive or dead, and where he is now... is also an unknown..."

The Annihilation Sequence on the left seemed to have lost interest in continuing the discussion; he slowly raised a grey-white palm and said indifferently:

"Do it. Any glorious force, any so-called eternal Immortal force, under the iron hooves of our Ominous Clan, will turn into insignificant dust. This is... the end of the Epoch."

His tone was very flat, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

As if destroying the Ye Clan, to him, was like stepping on a nest of ants, not worth investing any extra emotion.

Then, he struck! ===== CHAPTER 788 =====