Chapter 842

In the shattered void, Ye Wuque's clone hovered quietly.

Its gaze swept across the floating star remains around it, finally landing on a dead star not far away that had long been extinguished and uninhabited.

This star was pitch-black, with a trace of weak star origin power remaining in its core; although it was dead and silent, its texture was incomparably hard, making it the perfect material for refining a mask.

"For convenience, let's make a mask first."

Ye Wuque muttered softly, then stretched out his right hand casually and grabbed lightly toward that dead star.

"Hum——!"

An invisible great power instantly enveloped the dead star, which was billions of miles in size.

The originally dead star trembled violently, and countless rock fragments peeled off and scattered like a tide, revealing the star core at the very center, which was dark cyan and emitted a faint metallic luster.

This star core was the essence precipitated by a star over billions of years, incomparably hard, and even the full-power strike of ordinary experts would find it difficult to leave a mark.

But in front of Ye Wuque's power, it was like plasticine, easily kneaded and shaped.

Countless Dao rule runes flew from Ye Wuque's fingertips and merged into the star core.

The dark cyan core gradually melted and deformed, finally turning into a simple and unadorned bronze mask.

On the mask, there were no extra decorations, only a few simple lines outlining the contours of the eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose, yet it exuded an icy, mysterious, and repelling aura.

It could isolate all divine sense probing; even an Ultimate Leap expert could not see Ye Wuque's true face through the mask.

Ye Wuque picked up the bronze mask and put it gently on his face.

The icy touch came from his face, instantly isolating all prying from the outside world.

He moved his neck, felt the sense of secrecy brought by the mask, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Alright, time to set off."

As the words fell, Ye Wuque's figure disappeared instantly from where he was.

When he appeared again, he had already killed his way into that incomparably tragic battlefield below!

"Kill!! Kill all these dark bastards!!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers!!"

"Hold the defense line! Don't let them advance even a step!!"

The sounds of killing shook heaven and earth.

A cultivator in a green Dao robe, holding a long sword, had just killed a dark demon wolf that pounced on him, but before he could catch his breath, his chest was fiercely pierced by a giant bone claw reaching out from the void.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, used his last bit of strength to stab his long sword into the head of the bone claw's owner, and perished together with the enemy.

Not far away, an old cultivator with white hair, in order to cover the retreat of the young disciples behind him, resolutely burned his own Dao foundation, turned into a brilliant ball of light, rushed into the Dark Army, and perished together with dozens of dark creatures.

Tragic scenes could be seen everywhere.

The blood of the cultivators of the heavens dyed the earth red, dyed the starry sky red.

The number of the Dark Army was truly too large.

They surged out from the depths of the No Return Road like a tide, endless and inexhaustible.

Although the cultivators of the heavens resisted desperately, they still retreated steadily, and the defense line kept shrinking.

Despair spread among the cultivators of the heavens like a plague.

Just then, a golden stream of light, like a shooting star piercing the darkness, suddenly fell into the battlefield!

Ye Wuque had arrived!

He had no fancy moves, just waved his hand casually.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Hundreds and thousands of dark creatures were instantly crushed by invisible power, turning into blood mist across the sky.

He took a step forward and crossed a distance of tens of billions of miles.

Wherever he passed, dark creatures fell in droves, and no living being could block even one of his moves!

A dark giant bear, ten thousand feet tall and covered in black scales, roared and pounced toward Ye Wuque, its huge bear paw carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, enough to shatter a star.

Ye Wuque just raised his fist casually and threw a light punch.

"Boom!!!"

The golden fist print instantly pierced the head of the dark giant bear, and the huge bear body collapsed with a bang, making the earth tremble violently.

A transparent soul-eating ghost, specializing in devouring souls, emerged silently from behind Ye Wuque, opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to devour Ye Wuque's soul.

Ye Wuque didn't even look back, slapping out with his backhand.

"Bang!"

The soul-eating ghost couldn't even let out a scream before being slapped into nothingness, not even leaving a trace of a remnant soul.

A dark lord who had reached the Heavenly Dao Supreme realm, holding a huge magic axe, surrounded by dozens of dark generals at the early Supreme realm, besieged Ye Wuque.

"Courting death, brat! Dare to break into the position of my Dark Army! Die!!"

The dark lord roared, swung his magic axe, and a pitch-black axe light, carrying the momentum to split heaven and earth, slashed fiercely toward Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque's eyes were indifferent, neither dodging nor avoiding, and threw a punch as well.

"Crack!!"

The golden fist print collided with the pitch-black axe light, and the axe light shattered instantly!

The fist print continued unabated, smashing fiercely into the dark lord's body.

"Puff——!!"

The dark lord spat out a large mouthful of black demonic blood, his huge body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through dozens of floating meteorites before barely stabilizing his figure.

He looked at Ye Wuque, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror.

"You... who exactly are you?!"

Ye Wuque did not answer him.

His figure flashed, instantly appearing in front of the dark lord.

Before the dark lord could react, Ye Wuque grabbed his neck and applied a little force.

"Crack!"

The dark lord's neck snapped, his head rolled to the ground, his eyes still filled with extreme fear and unwillingness.

The remaining dozens of dark generals at the Supreme realm saw this scene and were scared out of their wits, turning and running.

"Want to run?"

Ye Wuque snorted coldly, his right hand waved, and countless golden sword qi appeared out of thin air, shooting toward the fleeing dark generals like a rainstorm.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Screams sounded one after another.

Dozens of dark generals at the Supreme realm were instantly pierced by the sword qi, their bodies and spirits annihilated.

In just a moment, Ye Wuque had cleared a vast vacuum zone.

The cultivators of the heavens who were fighting in blood in this area stared blankly at the tall figure wearing the bronze mask, their weapons stopping involuntarily.

On the battlefield, there was a brief deathly silence.

Everyone was completely shocked by Ye Wuque's terrifying combat power.