Chapter 957

Even the eleven Ominous Eternal Transcendents standing at the very peak of the battlefield cast their gazes toward this side.

An Yixie spoke indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness:

"The Ye Clan, quite interesting; they have produced a few decent juniors."

"Especially that Ye Wuque; it is fortunate he was already thoroughly strangled in the cradle, otherwise he would surely have been a big trouble."

"Now another Ye Zhengrong has appeared... hehehe..."

The Ominous Lord interjected from the side:

"Shall we strike?"

Crushing these two ants to death would be nothing more than a flick of the hand.

An Yixie waved his hand, smiling faintly:

"No need."

"The good show has only just begun..."

"Playing slowly is what makes it interesting."

He enjoyed watching these ants of the heavens go from hope to despair, and enjoyed watching them struggle with all their might yet remain unable to turn the tide.

This was the perverse pleasure of a victor.

In the center of the battlefield, Ye Zhengrong fought with increasing bravery.

The Spacetime Mirror in his hands was unpredictable, at times turning into a sharp blade to slash, at times into a shield to defend, at times distorting space-time, and at times slowing down the years.

Various space-time methods were used with ease, and in coordination with Ye Zhetian's Heaven-Covering Sword Art, they beat Xie Bajun and the other two into a steady retreat.

"Puff—"

Finally, during one coordinated attack, Ye Zhengrong used a Space-Time Immobilization Technique to freeze Xie Qijun for half a breath.

Ye Zhetian seized the opportunity and pierced Xie Qijun's shoulder with a single sword strike.

Black Ominous Blood gushed out.

"Ah—!"

Xie Qijun let out a painful cry, the venomous look in his eyes growing even more intense.

"Damn it!"

Xie Bajun and Xie Liujun hurriedly stepped forward to protect Xie Qijun and pull him back.

Ye Zhengrong's eyes turned cold, and he was about to press the attack to thoroughly cripple one of them.

But just at this moment!

A sudden change occurred!

The void behind those three Ominous Transcendents was suddenly torn apart!

"Chila—"

A sound like cloth being torn rang out.

From within the pitch-black space crack, five more world-dominating figures wreathed in Ominous aura walked out all at once!

Five more Ominous Transcendents!

The five had deep, condensed auras and sinister eyes; they stood with Xie Bajun and the other two, forming a pincer formation.

Seeing this scene, some living beings could not help but shout out in despair:

"The Ominous Clan actually still has hidden reserves?"

"How is this possible! Just how many Transcendents do they have?!"

Just when they were about to defeat one Transcendent with great difficulty, five more had suddenly arrived!

The Wugui Realm is truly toying with all the heavens and myriad realms!

Toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse!

The situation had always been under their control; they had only been appreciating the desperate struggles of the living beings of the heavens and myriad realms!

Giving a little bit of hope, only to thoroughly crush that hope!

This kind of heart-piercing method was even more painful than killing them directly.

Moreover, these five figures were clearly connected in aura to Xie Bajun, Xie Qijun, and Xie Liujun; they were clearly from the same lineage!

Xie Yijun, Xie Erjun, Xie Sanjun, Xie Sijun, and Xie Wujun!

They were the very same original team that had besieged Ye Wuque back then!

Only Xie Jiujun, who had already died, was missing.

The remaining eight Transcendents had all come!

Eight!

A full eight Transcendents!

This was not only preventing Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian from taking revenge, but also having the very same team that killed Ye Wuque come to kill them!

Killing and heart-piercing!

The Ominous Clan was nakedly trying to kill and pierce their hearts!

They wanted to tell the people of the Ye Clan—

The person who killed your son is right here; what can you do about it?

Not only can you not take revenge, but you will also die at the hands of the same group of people.

How cruel, how overbearing!

The expressions of Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian turned ugly to the extreme.

At the same time, an even more terrifying killing intent and baleful aura erupted frantically in their chests!

The culprits who participated in the siege of Ye Wuque were all standing before their eyes.

Eight Transcendents, all present and accounted for.

Enemies meeting, their eyes were especially red.

But the disparity in numbers was right there.

The eleven Eternal Transcendents standing at the very peak continued to watch all of this coldly, as if watching a play.

Appreciating the helpless struggles of the ants of the heavens and myriad realms was indeed one of their greatest pleasures.

"Zhengrong..."

Ye Zhetian's hand holding the Imperial Sword trembled slightly—not from fear, but from hatred.

Hatred for his own insufficient strength, hatred for not even being able to avenge Wuque.

Ye Zhengrong took a deep breath, suppressing the surging killing intent and grief in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Ye Zhetian, his eyes firm.

"Ancestor, today, even if we die in battle, we must drag a few down with us."

"If we can kill one, we earn one."

"As for Wuque's revenge, we will take as much as we can."

Ye Zhetian nodded heavily, a flash of resolve in his eyes.

"Good!"

"Today, this old man will fight them to the death!"

Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian looked at each other, both revealing expressions of resolve and madness.

As long as there was a chance, even if it meant death, they had to avenge Ye Wuque.

Afterward, even though the opponent was a full eight Transcendents, they charged forward without looking back!

"Overestimating one's capabilities."

Xie Yijun, the leader of the eight, spat out the four words coldly.

"Attack together, finish this quickly."

"Yes!"

The eight Transcendents struck simultaneously.

In an instant, the sky was filled with black claw shadows, blade lights, and fist imprints, completely submerging Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian.

"Spacetime Mirror: Protection!"

Ye Zhengrong held the bronze ancient mirror before him, and a massive space-time barrier rose from the ground.

"Crack—!!!"

In just an instant, the space-time barrier was covered in cracks.

How could a joint strike from eight Transcendents be so easily received?

Ye Zhengrong let out a muffled groan, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Heaven-Covering Sword Art: Ten Thousand Daos Return to One!"

Ye Zhetian burned his origin and slashed out with his sword, splitting a few attacks, but was also shaken back repeatedly by the aftershocks, his injuries worsening.

The absolute disparity in numbers caused the battle situation to reverse instantly!

In just a moment, both Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian were thoroughly heavily wounded!

Covered in blood, their auras withered.

Their gazes were already thoroughly despairing...

"Hahaha, how is it?"

Xie Bajun let out a cold laugh, walking forward step by step.

"Back then, Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen were in this same miserable state..."

"Seeing the ants of the heavens and myriad realms like this is really quite nice..."

"Die..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

Boundless Ominous power gathered, condensing into a pitch-black giant hand imprint that covered the sky and sun.

On the hand imprint, evil energy churned, emitting a terrifying aura that destroyed everything.

He was preparing to thoroughly exterminate Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian!

At this moment, Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian were thoroughly heavily wounded and dying from the previous battle, unable to fight again.

They lay paralyzed in the void, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

They could only watch helplessly as that black hand imprint fell toward them with a roar.

If Xie Bajun's palm landed, they would undoubtedly die!

"No! Zhetian! Zhengrong!"

Ye Beichen let out a roar toward the sky, his eyes splitting, wanting to rush over like a madman.

But he was tightly entangled by two Ominous Transcendents, unable to take a single step, and could only watch this scene happen.

Below, countless living beings of the heavens and myriad realms could no longer bear to watch, despairing to the point of numbness...

Was another pillar of the Ye Clan about to fall?

Xie Bajun's palm was getting closer and closer.

The shadow of death thoroughly enveloped Ye Zhengrong and Ye Zhetian!