Chapter 944: The Final Battle

Huang Lao, the Yin‑Yang Great Emperor, the First‑generation Universe Lord, the Undying War God and the like led tens of millions of Heavenly Court soldiers, stationed on the second line of defense.

The Sword Ancestor, Kun Ancestor, Ziyang Shen, Geshu Wenyue, Ao Huanggu, Jian Guchen and the other Heavenly Pride each commanded a contingent of troops, spread across the defense line.

Everyone performed their duties, forming a strict formation and awaiting the enemy.

Soon, several powerful auras burst through the void.

They were the few supreme beings who had just broken through to the Transcendent Realm.

Ye Zhetian, Ye Beichen, Xuan Tian Di, the Divine Demon Immortal, and the Dust Emperor all descended together to the front line.

"Dragon Lord, we have come to aid the battle!"

Ye Zhetian, brandishing the Imperial Sword, spoke with a voice like a great bell.

The Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ gave a slight nod, a flash of delight crossing his eyes.

Each additional Transcendent adds another share of power.

He quickly took a simple headcount.

The veteran Transcendents, eight in total: the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, Ning Wujiu, the Supreme Sword Emperor, the Star River Sword Ancestor, the Sky‑Swallowing Bull Lord, the Fecal Sea Maggot Emperor, the Supreme Horse Emperor, and the White Tiger Empress.

The newly‑ascended Transcendents, five: Ye Zhetian, Ye Beichen, Xuan Tian Di, the Divine Demon Immortal, and the Dust Emperor.

Adding the three Transcendents from the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Array—Xiaosa Ge, Jian Fengzi, and Di Xiangsi.

In total, sixteen Transcendents!

These are the current top combat forces of Zhutian Wanjie; the overwhelming majority of the highest‑level masters have all arrived!

All present, none missing, they fight solely to protect Zhutian Wanjie, stationed at the front‑line sector of the Wugui Space‑Time Sea!

Sixteen Transcendents may seem many, yet they already constitute virtually all the top foundations of Zhutian Wanjie in the current Dangjin Jiyuan.

No one dares to be even slightly careless.

Because they know just how terrifying the No Return Realm truly is.

These sixteen Transcendents, before the foundation of the No Return Realm, are probably still insufficient to be impressive.

"They're coming."

Suddenly, Ning Wujiu spoke, his voice heavy.

Everyone simultaneously looked up, gazing toward the entrance of the No Return Realm.

The darkness there grew ever denser.

The sound of the apocalypse horn became increasingly bleak, desperate, and terrifying.

"Boom—boom—boom—!!!"

In the next instant, in the direction of the No Return Realm, a terrifying shockwave erupted, shaking heaven and earth!

The entire Wugui Space‑Time Sea quivered violently!

Endless Bane Creatures, with no end in sight, surged out of the No Return Realm entrance like a tide!

A black, oppressive mass filled and obscured the whole world and universe!

The lowest tier were all Immortal King level, clad in black Ominous battle armor, wielding sharp blades, with killing aura soaring to the heavens.

The Dao Realm tier comprised mid‑strength forces, moving in groups, their aura steady.

Those in the Supreme Realm were squad leaders and Commanders, surrounded by dense Ominous Power, their gazes icy.

As for the Ultimate Leap and half‑step Transcendents, they were true Titans, commanding endless Bane Creatures, standing proudly before the massive army formation.

Their numbers were endless!

At a glance, there were at least dozens of great legions!

Each great legion contained several hundred small legions!

And each small legion comprised at least tens of millions of Ominous Warriors!

Every Ominous Warrior rode a pure‑blood demonic beast tainted by Ominous corruption, brandishing weapons that glowed with a cold sheen and limitless sharpness, their battle spirit raging, murderous intent overwhelming, exuding an indescribable iron‑blooded ferocity and blood‑thirsty madness.

As the army advanced, the ground trembled and space‑time quivered.

That iron‑blooded, murderous aura could be felt clearly even across billions of miles.

Judging by the condensation level of these Bane Creatures' aura and their realms, they are undoubtedly the elite of the elite within the Endless Legion of Doom.

They are the true main force of the apocalypse!

And this is only the vanguard!

The real horror lies in the higher‑up ranks of the Inauspicious Clan standing aloft.

Half‑step Transcendents, and even the true Transcendents, are the decisive forces.

They stand proudly in the Void, like cold, merciless Ancient Divine Mountains, their gazes indifferently fixed on the direction of the Wugui Space‑Time Sea, as if watching a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.

Among them, the seven foremost figures exuded especially terrifying auras.

Each one radiated the true pressure of a Transcendent!

They are the seven renowned Saint Ancestors of the Inauspicious Clan!

Dark Two Heavenly Evil! Dark Three Heavenly Evil! Dark Four Heavenly Evil! Dark Seven Heavenly Evil! Dark Eight Heavenly Evil! Dark Nine Heavenly Evil! Dark Ten Heavenly Evil!

These seven Ominous Saint Ancestors are closely linked, their lineage stemming from the same supreme faction, and behind them seemingly stands an unimaginable, world‑defying Ominous ultimate super‑big boss!

Yet these seven Saint‑Ancestor‑level beings are only a small fraction of the Ominous Transcendent camp!

The seven of them should bear the role of the vanguard!

At this moment, the seven stood together, their gazes sweeping back and forth toward the Wugui Space‑Time Sea, expressions relaxed, as if they were there to hunt rather than to fight.

Dark Nine Heavenly Evil stood at the far right, his gaze sweeping over the sixteen Transcendent auras above the defense line, then let out a cold laugh:

"Hehe, it's truly dazzlingly shocking, yet Zhutian Wanjie still has several mere ants that have broken through to the Transcendent realm..."

The words appear complimentary, but the sarcasm and mockery within are unmistakable.

In his eyes, even those who break through to Transcendence remain nothing but ants.

Dark Eight Heaven Evil crossed his arms, his tone indifferent, laced with deep contempt:

"A laughable, pathetic struggle... destined to be futile..."

"No matter how much transcendence, it is merely a piling of numbers; the gap in quality cannot be compensated by sheer numbers."

Dark Seven Heaven Evil was surrounded by a thick aura of death, his voice hoarse like a specter:

"Our world‑ending horn has already sounded; there will be no chance for any struggle..."

"This Epoch is destined to be refined."

Dark Four Heaven Evil's cold voice rang out, tinged with a hint of spite:

"Heh heh heh, what good is it to have ruined our Wasteland Immortal Era plan?"

"It still cannot change the destined outcome..."

"When we flatten the Zhutian Wanjie, capture those few kids who sabotaged the plan, we will make them unable to live nor die!"

The several of them replied to each other, their tone relaxed, as if the victory were already secured.

They never even considered the Zhutian Wanjie defenses.

At this moment, Dark Two Heaven Evil, standing at the very center, finally spoke.

He was the highest‑ranking, most senior, and most terrifying of the seven, having already reached the pinnacle of ordinary transcendence.

His voice was low, yet carried an undeniable murderous intent:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Flatten the Zhutian Wanjie! Annihilate everything!"

"Leave none!"

The three words rang like three bolts of thunder, exploding across the entire battlefield!

"Boom—!!!"

With Dark Two Heaven Evil's single command, the endless Ominous Army surged like a breached black flood toward the Zhutian Wanjie defenses!

The earth trembled, and space‑time cracked.

The world‑ending tide finally swept over completely!

Upon the defenses, Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ raised the Imperial Dragon Halberd, and golden Dragon Might shot straight into the heavens!

"All Heavens Ten Thousand Races, hear my command!"

"Engage!!"

"Kill—!!!"

Countless soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth, bearing a resolve to die.

Golden, violet, white, and myriad colored spelllights ignited together, confronting the black tide.

The final battle was thus sounded!