The atmosphere among the crowd gradually grew strange. Especially when Di Shitian and the others observed the expressions on the faces of the veteran God-level powerhouses, their astonishment only deepened; they truly had no idea what that entity was to cause such a lapse in composure among these figures.

"Brother Shenlong fights it alone; I fear..." Liu Mu murmured, knitting his brow.

He Yiming felt a slight jolt internally. Although he knew most present held a low opinion of Shenlong's chances, only he truly understood the formidable power Shenlong possessed. Even in a fair confrontation, Shenlong's might might not be inferior to that terrifying thing.

The voice of the Twin-Winged White Tiger rumbled thunderously, "Five hundred years. That entity has finally reappeared."

He Yiming's eyebrows lifted slightly. He stated solemnly, "Lord White Tiger, isn't that thing supposed to appear every hundred years?"

Numerous gazes fixed upon him. Liu Mu cleared his throat lightly. "Yiming, we only witnessed this entity the first time we arrived here. Since then, it hasn't shown itself again."

He Yiming moved his lips a couple of times, finally falling silent. Yet, his heart was in turmoil. He had heard Shenlong explicitly state that such an entity descended every century, and he had witnessed it himself. The massive, countless death creatures had swarmed down from that very thing.

This indicated that beyond possessing formidable inherent strength, this entity served as a specialized troop transport for the death creatures.

But why did Liu Mu and the others' accounts differ so much from Shenlong's?

He vaguely felt there must be an underlying reason, though he couldn't grasp it yet.

Di Shitian frowned slightly and whispered, "Yiming, what are you talking about?"

He Yiming did not conceal anything, describing the shape and size of the entity. Upon hearing its dimensions, the expressions of those newly arrived shifted drastically. The sheer volume of the colossal creature far exceeded their wildest imaginations. Even without seeing it firsthand, the mere contemplation in their minds was enough to exert immense pressure.

He Yiming lowered his voice slightly. "According to Lord Shenlong, the first time they encountered this thing, more than ten seniors of the Divine Path sacrificed themselves to strike it down, so..."

Only then did Di Shitian and the others understand why Ao Minxing and the others had reacted with such shock upon hearing mention of the entity.

In the distance, strange sounds slowly drifted closer.

The group was familiar with these sounds—they belonged to those detestable death creatures. Now that He Yiming had moved from his original spot, they were finally beginning to converge.

Looking up, the first arrivals were not the endless low-level grunts on the ground, but the winged monsters descending from the sky. As the distance closed, the observers could see the entire expanse of the sky choked with these flying death creatures. Their numbers were immense; from afar, they appeared like countless tiny black specks stretching as far as the eye could see.

Ao Minxing snorted coldly. "Things that can never be killed."

He Yiming felt the same way. When he burned the monster lair, He Yiming had displayed overwhelming might, using the inexhaustible fire element energy to slay countless death creatures. By his estimation, those he killed represented at least half of the total throng. But now, he realized what he had slain was merely the visible half; the true quantity of death creatures was incalculable.

"Old rules," Liu Mu suddenly laughed.

"Agreed." Almost in unison, all the veteran God-level powerhouses and Divine Beasts voiced their assent.

He Yiming paused, stunned. Before he could ask what this meant, he felt it. Around the entrance of the passage, five potent fields of energy instantly erupted. The elemental properties of these fields were bizarre, seemingly encompassing everything without repetition. However, their single commonality was overwhelming strength—it was the sheer, crushing aura that defined these fields.

He silently sensed the energy and immediately knew these were the Divine Path Domains unleashed by the five Pseudo-God realm experts.

Glancing towards Wei Jinshun, He Yiming understood clearly that this Elder from the Five Elements Sect had not advanced to the Pseudo-God realm for long, and thus had not yet condensed the coveted Divine Path Domain that so many aspired to.

His expression shifted slightly as He Yiming sensed that the nine domains were clearly delineated, each responsible for a specific territory. But they had deliberately abandoned the area directly in front of Wei Jinshun. There was no Divine Path Domain positioned there capable of maximizing efficacy against the approaching monsters.

He Yiming's heart stirred. He refused to believe these veterans would make such a critical oversight. A swift glance over the assembled divine figures made him realize this was deliberate—Ao Minxing and the others had arranged it this way.

Soon, the myriad death creatures arrived. Initially, it was the monsters mottled in red and blue. Their individual strength was not great; the only thing that gave the group pause was their sheer, seemingly endless numbers. Based on individual power alone, anyone present could easily tear hundreds of these creatures to shreds. But when the quantity reached this overwhelming density, it became a headache for everyone.

The monsters swarmed from all directions, clearly intending to surround and annihilate everyone, leaving not a single one alive. He Yiming knew these creatures had all advanced from a single direction, yet they only launched their assault once they saturated the entire sky. This indicated a commander with powerful intelligence was hidden behind them, lurking somewhere unseen and difficult to locate.

"Whoosh... whoosh..."

The sound of beating wings grew louder. The monsters bared their hideous faces, extending their limbs, their grotesque mouthparts stabbing straight down, dragging a chilling, foul wind with them.

However, just as they neared the seemingly scattered defensive circle, five different streams of powerful, distinct elemental forces shot skyward. Drawn by these five forces, an incomparably potent Heaven and Earth energy instantly condensed, forming a massive, peculiar force field in that spot.

He Yiming's eyes flickered, silently monitoring the changes within. This was a Domain, the unique power of Pseudo-God realm experts. Although the might of these domains was far less than the Scorching Domain He Yiming had briefly commanded a few days prior, He Yiming knew that his temporary possession of that power was a stroke of fortune, an opportunity unlikely to ever repeat. Unless another monster nest was set ablaze, that incredible domain power—capable of instantly slaying any enemy—would remain forever out of reach.

The domain energies emanating from Ao Minxing and the other four human Divine Path experts, however, were their true, inherent power. As long as they lived, they possessed this strength permanently. A glimmer of envy and longing flashed in He Yiming's eyes as he yearned fiercely for this power accessible only at a higher tier.

Innumerable monsters slammed headlong into the domain. Their bodies immediately underwent various strange metamorphoses, as if their surrounding reality had been violently inverted. Worse yet, their strength was severely suppressed, their bodies burdened by immense pressure, and their speed decreased. As they pressed forward, this alteration became more pronounced. Within mere seconds, the power they could exert had dropped by more than half.

Finally, when they reached within a hundred zhang of the group, Ao Minxing and the others simultaneously swung their Divine Weapons. In an instant, the entire world was enveloped in countless rays of multicolored light. Every monster that entered the hundred zhang radius dissolved into a cloud of bloody rain, falling instantly.

It was a slaughter, an undeniable massacre. Yet, the slain showed no fear, continuing their attacks as if oblivious. The executioners, impassive, acted as if performing a trivial chore, casually dispensing their Divine Power, harnessing vast Heaven and Earth energy to unleash true world-shaking might, utterly annihilating all attackers at that moment.

The monsters attacked suicidally, never relaxing their pressure, maintaining maximum assault at all times. But Ao Minxing and the others were clearly battle-hardened, maintaining a steady rate of attack throughout. However, the Heaven and Earth might released with each strike was focused entirely on the massive waves of monsters; those stragglers who managed to slip through were ignored.

At this juncture, Mou Zilong and the other four Void God realm experts began acting frequently, ensuring every straggler was instantly dispatched under their interception. He Yiming glanced at the four Divine Beasts; an hour had passed, yet they showed no inclination to join the fray. But He Yiming did not believe they were truly relaxed.

After an hour of relentless assault by various monsters, the greatest offensive force was finally directed toward Wei Jinshun's side, the weakest point in the defensive circle. Although Wei Jinshun was also a Pseudo-God realm expert, he had yet to condense his own domain power. While the Heaven and Earth might he projected was extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary Void God realm experts, against the tide of monsters flooding the sky, no one could maintain defense for long without domain power.

Fortunately, all the newly advanced Divine Path experts behind Wei Jinshun were exerting their utmost effort. It was through their united exertion that all intruders were kept firmly at bay.

However, what surprised He Yiming was the subtle, strange energy slowly fluctuating around Wei Jinshun. Though this power hadn't fully solidified, it was already showing nascent form. At this realization, He Yiming understood. Everyone was using this method to stimulate Wei Jinshun's potential, helping him condense his own domain power at the fastest possible rate.

Observing everyone working in concert, He Yiming felt a faint, indescribable melancholy rise in his heart. Because he knew that once they returned to their homeland, a scene like this would be gone forever, never to reappear.