Woxi and Kanbei led nearly a thousand martial artists, the majority of whom were in the Initial God realm, a portion in the Immortal realm, and some only in the Void God realm.
These people were not all members of the Soul Clan or Ancient Demon Clan; on the contrary, most were merely martial artists from second-rate races who had submitted to the Soul Clan and Ancient Demon Clan. While Woxi and Kanbei felt the pain of their deaths, it wasn't something they couldn't accept.
It was only when Shi Yan’s eyes suddenly flashed and he vanished from the spot that Kanbei and Woxi’s expressions drastically changed.
The martial artists standing guard on the outer layer of the seaweed, preventing any accidents, were the true powerhouses from Kanbei and Woxi’s clans!
Shi Yan’s sudden disappearance sent a jolt through the two of them, immediately signaling that something was terribly wrong.
They had placed their hopes on their core clansmen outside, praying they would immediately contact Napton, Ferrell, and other powerful clan members, urging them to rush over quickly.
Woxi and Kanbei were both profoundly powerful, especially Woxi, who had already reached the peak of the Immortal realm, just one step away from the Domain Ancestor level.
In his estimation, with his full strength, he could contend with the Sea Shark Emperor for a while, buying time for the clansmen outside, enough time to wait for Napton’s arrival.
The moment Shi Yan vanished, he noticed his clansmen outside dying in succession; his expression truly altered.
What plunged him into deeper despair was the appearance of Meiji, who had also reached the Domain Ancestor realm, making Meiji even more formidable in the eyes of Woxi and Kanbei!
Meiji’s ruthless attacks signified the participation of the Phantom Tribe, meaning the Phantom Tribe had no fear of becoming their enemy. Furthermore, besides cultivating the Ice Cold Profound Truth, Meiji was also a master of Bewitching Arts, which, in some respects, were even more terrifying than the Sea Shark Emperor.
Indeed!
After a series of swift attacks, Meiji suddenly broke into a charming smile, displaying the seductive allure of a bewitching and gorgeous demoness. Her red lips moved, spitting out a few soft, sweet exclamations.
Kanbei and Woxi’s subordinates instantly became charged up as if injected with stimulants. Like puppets on strings, they suddenly turned violently upon their masters and attacked them ferociously.
Woxi had anticipated this and defended himself promptly, avoiding injury.
Kanbei, momentarily careless, was struck by one subordinate with a blast of scorching flame directly into his chest. The dense chest hair of the Ancient Demon Clan member burned, leaving his chest blackened and his face utterly grim.
“Kill! Do not hold back! Slaughter to your heart’s content…”
Meiji chuckled playfully, her voice soft and sweet, penetrating their minds like honey, driving them into a frenzy of brutal mutual slaughter.
The Sea Clan members, like Hu Jiao and Na Du, watched Meiji smile calmly as Woxi and Kanbei’s men lost all reason, tearing at each other like savage beasts, splattering blood and scattering flesh. Their faces turned pale as they looked at Meiji, filled with underlying dread.
Meiji alone inflicted far more devastating damage than the Sea Shark Emperor. Disintegration from within was the most terrifying offensive.
“Outside! Look outside!” Hu Jiao rasped.
The Sea Clan members looked through the transparent seaweed layer to the outside, and their eyes immediately brightened.
Outside the seaweed layer, the true experts of the Ancient Demon Clan and Soul Clan were gathered. At this moment, Shi Yan moved among them as if a fierce god had descended.
Sometimes darkness like thick clouds enveloped those people, sometimes destructive fluctuations surged heavenward, sometimes the aura of death was like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, and sometimes corrosive power dissolved flesh and blood…
All eight wicked powers were unleashed simultaneously!
A faint, spectral black hole, like a demon opening its world-swallowing maw, suddenly inhaled, chewing and swallowing soul altars one by one!
The experts of the Ancient Demon Clan and Soul Clan perished in succession, being ruthlessly slaughtered on the outer layer!
Na Du, who had initially held reservations about Shi Yan, watched him bloody his hands, exterminating the enemies, tearing the experts of the Ancient Demon Clan and Soul Clan to shreds, and devouring their soul altars. His perception of Shi Yan finally improved slightly.
With Shi Yan, Meiji, and the Sea Shark Emperor all attacking mercilessly, Woxi and Kanbei’s path to survival was utterly sealed. Before long, Shi Yan finished annihilating the direct clansmen of the two races in the outer layer. As floating corpses materialized one after another, he re-entered the seaweed interior, releasing the Devouring Black Hole to continuously suck in the altars of the dead.
Woxi and Kanbei were dealt with personally by the Sea Shark Emperor and Meiji. The ferocious bombardment from the Domain Ancestor warriors finally shattered their divine power defenses.
“Crack! Splurt!”
Woxi and Kanbei’s divine bodies burst open, and their physical forms exploded. Seeing the situation was dire, they frantically tried to escape using their soul altars.
Shi Yan’s hovering Devouring Black Hole suddenly spun, generating an intense suction force. The two soul altars were drawn in like twin beams of light and swallowed instantly.
Hu Jiao and Na Du commanded the Sea Clan members to erupt in vengeance. After Woxi and Kanbei perished, they launched a bloody retaliation against their subordinate lesser martial artists.
A hellish, bloody scene unfolded within the not-so-spacious world inside the seaweed. Meanwhile, Shi Yan closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully absorb the dispersing power.
Now, he no longer needed to hide or worry about being discovered practicing the Devouring Profound Truth of the Devourers. He displayed it unreservedly, using the power of consumption to assimilate all energy remnants and souls.
The massacre proceeded. Every Sea Clan member who had lost loved ones and endured oppression vented the rage and hatred simmering in their hearts through this act.
The Sea Shark Emperor and Meiji voluntarily halted their actions, leaving the mopping-up operation to those filled with immense hatred. They understood that these people needed slaughter to release the evil and pressure locked deep within their souls; only this way could their spirits find peace and lessen the agony of their loved ones’ deaths.
“Hoo, hoo!”
Na Du gasped, his eyes crimson, his body reeking of blood. After smashing the last man into pulp, he knelt down, weeping as if all strength had left him, venting the sorrow trapped in his heart.
Shi Yan kept his eyes closed, fully absorbing all the scattered energy. Threads invisible to the naked eye quietly converged towards him, infiltrating every acupoint on his body and sinking into his Devouring Black Hole.
After a long, long while, he opened his eyes, glanced at Meiji, and said, “Come with me.”
Meiji, who had been whispering with the Sea Shark Emperor—the seaweed mass was still speeding towards the Domain Gate—was first stunned by his words. Then, a sudden realization dawned, and her face flushed a deep red, as if blood might seep out. She gently bit her lip, her beautiful eyes swirling with astonishing light, and nodded slightly.
“I need to speak with him privately…”
Meiji informed the Sea Shark Emperor. Under his surprised and puzzled gaze, she fled like a streak of light towards Shi Yan, disappearing with him into the dense depths of the seaweed.
Among the clumps of seaweed, Shi Yan condensed a barrier that isolated sight and soul probing. Meiji, blushing deeply and biting her lower lip, remained silent, yet she tacitly joined him in casting a series of ice-blue streamers around the perimeter to prevent anyone from seeing what was transpiring inside.
As she did this, her full, bulging breasts trembled slightly, and even her cherry-like nipples had hardened imperceptibly. She involuntarily tightened her perfectly straight, shapely legs, feeling as if the space between them was already dampening.
She hung her head, sneaking a glance at Shi Yan’s lower body. The sight of his arousal sent a tremor through her heart, melting her slightly, nearly causing her to moan aloud.
“That’s enough,” Shi Yan grinned, his gaze meaningfully fixed on her, admiring the peerless seductive charm that would drive any man mad, and the emotionally charged beauty in her eyes that seemed to hold a hidden spring pool. “You enchantress…” he growled, and the buttons on Meiji’s close-fitting dress suddenly burst open one by one.
Her alabaster body, like fine mutton-fat jade, was perfectly revealed—a masterpiece of exquisite and magnificent art, breathtakingly beautiful.
Shi Yan smoothly pressed down upon her.
Meiji coiled around him like a beautiful serpent, clinging tightly, wishing to merge into Shi Yan’s body, entwined with him until the point of mutual annihilation.
She cultivated the power of ice, yet now she was like a fiercely burning flame, igniting Shi Yan’s surging desires, leading him into the most soul-stirring, exquisite fairyland, granting him unparalleled enjoyment.
Every woman of the Phantom Tribe was a man’s most precious treasure, an absolute beauty. Meiji was the cream of the crop, skilled in Bewitching Arts and versed in intimate techniques. Under her devoted service, the comfort and delight Shi Yan experienced were wonders other men could only dream of.
After the passionate interlude.
The two remained inextricably stuck together, Meiji’s fair jade skin glowing with an underlying crimson hue, mesmerizingly beautiful.
Waves of strange streams of light, like lightning, flashed and shot across her crystalline skin. Her body trembled softly, as if a halo was slowly radiating from her divine body.
Since reaching the Domain Ancestor realm, Meiji’s accumulation of divine power had become extremely slow. To reach the breakthrough bottleneck, she would normally require at least several thousand years, perhaps longer!
Yet, at this moment, Meiji, perfectly attuned with Shi Yan, clearly sensed faint streams of warmth permeating her dantian sea of energy below her abdomen.
Her divine power was consolidating at an astonishing rate!
Though she had expected some beautiful physical reward, experiencing it firsthand made Meiji ecstatic. She still felt that being able to walk this path with Shi Yan was the greatest fortune of her life.
“So beautiful…”
She murmured softly in a dreamlike state, her snow-white arms tightly wrapped around Shi Yan’s neck, her breath fragrant and intoxicating.
“You are even more beautiful,” Shi Yan smiled brightly, his large hand lingering wantonly on her full hips. “All those negative emotions have been vented, it’s quite marvelous. Huh? That Profound Truth Talisman Tower! Huh?”
His voice changed mid-sentence, a look of pleasant surprise emerging in his eyes.
“What is it?” Meiji startled, quickly separating slightly from him, gazing into his eyes.
“The Profound Truth Talisman Tower is changing!” Shi Yan’s eyes shone with joy. He sat up straight, allowing Meiji to sit intimately on his lap, slightly narrowing his eyes. He focused his spirit, releasing his soul consciousness to perceive the mystery of the Profound Truth Talisman Tower, to understand what this change implied.
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