Upon ascending to the Divine Dao realm, He Yiming's true energy underwent a heaven-and-earth upheaval, and even his spiritual sense and inherent speed became impossibly fast. If not for that sense which surpassed his former standards by far, he would never have detected the slight fluctuation of Heaven and Earth energy in the distant reaches.

Similarly, without a speed much greater than before, he could not have arrived at this location in such a short time. He did not approach the fighting directly; instead, upon nearing the area, he gradually closed in at a slow pace.

The aura surrounding him was utterly concealed, not even a sliver leaked out. Before advancing to the Divine Dao, he could never have achieved this, as flying in the sky required the use of the Divine Weapon's light.

Once that light was employed, his presence could never be hidden. But now, having ascended to the Divine Dao, he could control Heaven and Earth energy to fly.

Although his unfamiliarity made it far less agile and versatile than the Divine Weapon's light, when speed was not the primary concern, it was the best method for concealing his tracks. Around him now, swirling sand and dust permeated the air, subtly enveloping his form.

In such harsh environmental conditions, truly discerning him required intentional focus. Beside him, the Divine Dao coagulated blood-man possessed no discernible aura, concealing himself even more thoroughly than He Yiming.

After all, in a sense, this being was already a dead man; if his stealth capabilities were inferior to those of He Yiming, a living person, he would be utterly useless. Where his gaze landed, three Human Dao peak experts fought in concert, suspended in the air in a triangular formation.

Each held a divine weapon that blazed with magnificent light, wielding their sharp implements with practiced skill. Their opponents were equally formidable: an endless expanse of black monsters piled upon the ground, relentlessly surging upward toward the sky.

Though the three Human Dao peak powerhouses constantly shifted their positions, the monsters persisted with unwavering dedication, seemingly intending to continue the assault forever. If the ground-based horde posed only a temporary threat to their safety, the creatures in the air were considerably more menacing.

Here, two monsters shimmering with silver light had encircled the three of them, supported by thousands of winged fiends. Among the throng of flying monsters, He Yiming saw many common flying types, as well as those clad in red armor—equivalent in strength to human experts at the Celestial Apex—and a few rare, powerfully built monsters of various distinct colors.

These creatures exhibited savage combat prowess, especially the two silver death-beings, whose strength was exceptional; they held their own completely against the three Human Dao peak experts in direct confrontation. Below them, among their subordinates, were monsters marked with blue dots, whose displayed strength surpassed even that of the red-armored ones.

Even when struck directly by the three Human Dao peak powerhouses, they merely staggered, not falling instantly, proving immune to a single-blow kill. It was precisely due to the presence of these formidable entities that the three Human Dao peak experts, despite fighting with everything they possessed, held no realistic hope of achieving victory.

He Yiming was not unfamiliar with these three; they were Di Shitian, Bing Xiaotian, and Zi Luli. Glancing around, He Yiming immediately understood that the great dragon must have teleported all three of them here simultaneously, leading to this fierce clash with the death-beings.

A look at the hierarchy of these creatures made it clear that the resistance they faced was far more intense than what He Yiming had encountered. He touched the bridge of his nose, a wry smile playing on his lips.

No wonder the monsters sent to deal with him were mere minnows; the real catch must have been tied up here. At that moment, Di Shitian roared, his hand whipping out repeatedly.

A stream of white light, sharp as a spear yet fluid as a whip, lashed out hard against one of the silvery-white monsters. The creature shrieked and plummeted straight down from the sky, smashing violently into the lowest-tier death-beings on the ground.

The force of that impact was immense, instantly crushing over a dozen monsters beneath it. However, what surprised He Yiming was that the white monster, having sustained the blow, merely bounded off the corpses of its fallen comrades and leaped back up.

A deep bruise had appeared on its form. Although the strike hadn't killed it outright, it clearly hadn't been pleasant.

This white monster abruptly reached out, grabbed a companion from the ground, and rapidly extended its oral apparatus, piercing the head of the seized creature. The captured ground monster remained motionless; though it trembled from extreme agony, it made no attempt to struggle.

The white monster moved with lightning speed, sucking deeply just once, causing the companion’s entire body to instantly deflate. It then tossed the husk aside and immediately seized another.

In moments, it had drained three companions dry. Simultaneously, the wound on its own body healed at a visible rate; by the time it discarded the third corpse, the area was smooth again, bearing no trace of injury.

It then hurled the corpses skyward and sped back toward Di Shitian and the others like a flash. Once the white monster departed, the remaining fiends immediately sprang into action, tearing apart the three desiccated remains, devouring them without waste.

Then, the bloated, deformed, towering pyramid surged toward Di Shitian's trio once more, following them with futile yet unwavering determination. Di Shitian and his companions were clearly veterans of a prolonged engagement.

While their auras had not yet descended into disarray, their movements betrayed considerable fatigue. Had it not been for the two silver entities capable of matching them, they could have managed the situation easily.

But with these two holding them back, their circumstances had become exceedingly difficult. He Yiming’s brow furrowed slightly; he had a subtle feeling that something was amiss.

Given the strength of Di Shitian’s trio, they should not have been reduced to such a state, yet the evidence before him was undeniable. With a subtle shift, He Yiming emerged from the thick shroud of dust and wind.

The density of the wind and sand here was the doing of He Yiming, utilizing the Cloud Mist Flower. However, this mist, lacking sufficient moisture, could only conceal movement and could not generate illusory duplicates.

He Yiming's current speed was naturally incomparable to that of the three experts; with a mere slight motion, he materialized before them. Bing Xiaotian and Zi Luli, without hesitation, struck simultaneously, unleashing a surge of frigid water-based energy and dense earth power that roared toward him.

He Yiming showed no intention of dodging or blocking, allowing both torrents of energy to smash into his body. The two immediately sensed that something was wrong, and a quick glance confirmed their shock: He Yiming had somehow slipped into the space between them.

Appearing so abruptly in this situation seemed like courting death. However, the next instant, their expressions shifted radically.

For they suddenly realized that He Yiming, having taken two full palm strikes, appeared entirely unbothered, showing no sign of injury whatsoever. The immense true energy they had projected simply dissipated against him, like waves breaking against an impenetrable sea, not even generating a splash.

Before the two could recover from their horror, He Yiming extended his sleeve and, with a motion as casual as shooing a fly, made a gentle sweep. A faint white radiance flowed from his cuff.

Instantly, before them, the vast Heaven and Earth energy began to churn at an unbelievable speed. That beam of white light acted as a vanguard, guiding the massive volume of Heaven and Earth Qi sweeping forward.

In that direction were arrayed at least a hundred various monsters, including two of the blue death-beings, second only to the white creature in might. But as the swath of white light released by He Yiming passed over them, the flying monsters paused momentarily in midair.

Then, their bodies began to tremble, their outer carapaces peeling away. It was as if their forms were sculpted from sand and dust, for in the passing of the wind, they dissolved into grains too fine to see, vanishing into the void.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling, multicolored brilliance—just a simple, placid wave of the hand, a single, unadorned flash of light. Then, within the visible area before them, nearly one-fifth of the flying monsters evaporated in that single moment, leaving behind not even a trace of a corpse.

Bing Xiaotian and Zi Luli stared, their eyes wide open. Even witnessing it firsthand, they doubted the veracity of their own sight.

What kind of battle technique was that? This brat was He Yiming?

Was he even human?... Di Shitian swung his whip, knocking aside an encroaching blue monster, but failed to notice the sudden stillness of his two comrades.

A chill ran down his spine, and sensing the brief, incredible surge of Heaven and Earth energy behind him, he looked back amidst the fray and shouted fiercely, "What happened—" His voice cut off abruptly. Though the white light had already dissipated, the area in that direction was now utterly vacant, not a single flying monster remaining.

Seeing this, Di Shitian instantly grasped the level of power required to create such a scene. He also understood why his two companions had ceased their actions: with this man present, they were no longer in any danger.

He Yiming turned, flashing a grin at the three of them. But his bared, stark white teeth appeared unsettlingly grim and spine-chilling in their eyes!

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