Because this was Chaos Fire! The most fundamental source of fire between heaven and the universe!
It burned Zhenqi, it burned flesh, it burned souls, it burned the very land, and it even burned… the air itself!
It required no medium to ignite, and similarly, no medium could interfere with its burning, not even the essence of this world—which too could be consumed by the Chaos Fire!
Let alone the relatively fragile human body?
All struggle was utterly futile!
Even the formidable physique of a Saint Emperor expert, under the relentless blaze of the Chaos Fire, would prove no more resilient than a mere piece of tofu!
A combined force of over fifteen thousand alien warriors writhed on the ground in agony, howling loudly, their bodies contorted, seized by spasms. Some, with swift decisiveness, drew their swords and hacked off the parts that were burning, only to discover that these desperate acts of "severing a wrist to save the arm" were completely useless.
The severed limbs continued to blaze, and where the flesh had been cut, black flames still danced!
Even their longswords ignited upon contact with the flames, instantly coalescing into a single, continuous sheet of fire!
Some, unable to bear the torment, attempted self-detonation to end their suffering, but they discovered that ever since the bizarre flames clung to them, they could no longer command any power in their bodies! Even self-destruction was now impossible!
Even their souls were immobilized!
The only thing left for them to do was watch helplessly as they were burned away into nothingness!
As for the less than four thousand uninjured alien Saint Emperors who had fortunately escaped, faced with such an unimaginably drastic turn of events, their charge, which moments before had been ferocious and imposing, snapped into sudden stillness! Their eyes were wide, staring at the seamless expanse of black flame before them, their gazes filled with genuine, profound horror!
Nothing remained in their hearts now but endless dread!
They were not afraid of death! When accepting their mission, they knew this was a suicide run, a certainty of death! But they feared this bizarre manner of dying! This event clearly surpassed the limits of their imagination!
Surely, even in their wildest dreams, they could not have conceived that such a strange entity existed in this world—one capable of silently and utterly devouring over sixteen thousand Saint Emperor masters in a single stroke!
These were Saint Emperors! Over sixteen thousand actual, verified Saint Emperor powerhouses!
Even if they were merely Saint Emperors forcefully elevated by temporary use of a forbidden secret elixir, for the duration of the drug's effect, they were genuine Saint Emperor-level experts!
Yet now, they lay screaming here!
Never mind sixteen thousand Saint Emperors; even eradicating sixteen thousand pigs would require a considerable expenditure of time, wouldn't it? Even beheading them one by one would leave a Saint Emperor exhausted enough to vomit blood!
And now… this unbelievable event unfolded right before their eyes!
These men were all the most devout warriors of the Sun-God Clan!
The nature of a desperado meant that disregarding death was a basic requirement!
Even if their bones were crushed piece by piece, they would not cry out!
Much less these ragged, undignified shrieks and wails!
But the dark, elegant, mysterious flames before them caused them to instantly abandon their warrior's spirit, lose their courage, forfeit their dignity, and moan like pitiful worms nearing death!
The sheer intensity of their screams was enough, one imagined, to frighten away a million wolves roaming the great plains!
Why was this happening!
The remaining fewer than four thousand stood frozen on the spot, seemingly transformed into countless statues in that instant!
Nearly four thousand actual Saint Emperor powerhouses, at this moment, dared not even move a muscle!
The black, mysterious fire continued to burn gracefully, gradually connecting until it formed a colossal fan shape! Stretching dozens of li long and several li wide, it completely severed the forces on both sides!
The warriors on both sides possessed the will to fight to the death, and none valued their lives cheaply, but now, even if they ground their teeth into dust and tore their hearts apart, they could only gaze across at each other!
Impassable!
And terrifying to cross!
It seemed as if this stretch of black flame was the Netherworld River separating two different worlds!
The Holy Land side was less perturbed, because regardless, this was a decisive victory, and most importantly, they had previously witnessed the terrifying might of these flames!
But the Sun-God Clan on the opposite side was entirely different.
The grand mobilization orchestrated by Chuang Shangbeidao—full of spitting and leaping, so generous, so spirited, so resolutely fierce—all of it had turned into a complete and utter joke before this wall of black flame!
Over sixteen thousand Saint Emperor experts still cried out in pain, convulsing within the black fire, their bodies gradually dissolving into nothingness!
Body and spirit annihilated, beyond redemption for ten thousand ages!
And the remaining fewer than four thousand could only stand stock-still and watch, every single one trembling with fear!
Compared to the mobilization and suicidal charge of moments ago, this was a perfect, biting irony!
Witnessing this turn of events, Chuang Shangbeidao’s face burned with shame, and half of his heart felt as if it had exploded instantly. A feeling of intense, unbearable disgrace echoed in his mind!
What a disgrace, what shame…
The face of the Sun-God Clan had, in this instant, been shoved directly into their trousers—and not just any trousers, but ones soiled after a desperate evacuation, unwiped clean.
How could they possibly endure this…
“Who exactly are you?! Come out! If you have the guts, come out!” Chuang Shangbeidao had completely lost his reason, wildly shaking his fists toward the high heavens and cursing with a face flushed crimson.
It was because of this single person that the entire brave force of the Sun-God Clan had been reduced to a joke, an absolute farce!
Even if they succeeded in conquering the Profound Profound Continent, this very scene would become an indelible stain on the Sun-God Clan for ten thousand generations! A monumental humiliation!
Yet this person was an expert capable of slaying over sixteen thousand Saint Emperor masters with a single strike!
This terrifying reality caused Chuang Shangbeidao’s legs to tremble, and a murderous intent blazed within his heart!
If this person is not removed, there will never be peace!
These pseudo-Saint Emperor masters, serving as cannon fodder, had all employed the Sun-God Clan’s unique secret technique, forcibly boosting their life force to achieve their current terrifying strength. After this successful enhancement, while they possessed tangible Saint Emperor-level cultivation, speed, and energy, the duration was limited to a mere two days—literally two-day Saint Emperors.
And during those two days, because they were continuously squeezing every potential from their life force, their own power would continue to grow, rising until it reached its absolute peak, which pinnacle state could be maintained for two shichen (four hours)—two hours of maximum strength, enough time to accomplish vast deeds!
Those who utilized this secret art would die from the exhaustion of their life essence after those two days concluded, even if they didn't self-destruct. But during those two active days, they were undeniably true Saint Emperor experts, even peak-level ones!
This point was beyond question!
When these pseudo-Saint Emperors clashed with true Saint Emperors, the only thing they lacked was experience and understanding of true realm structure; in terms of sheer power, they were in no way inferior! In fact, they might even be fiercer, given that their strength maintained a terrifying state of continuous growth through the extreme draining of life force.
They were arguably the most frightening human super-weapons!
And that previous strike—a single blow that annihilated over eighty percent of so many human super-weapons, leaving the survivors completely demoralized—was, in Chuang Shangbeidao’s estimation, completely unimaginable!
Due to viewing angles and distance, both Jun Moxie and the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Hells were cloaked and hidden within the clouds of the void, each utilizing their own methods; Chuang Shangbeidao was unaware that this glorious result was achieved through the combined efforts of two individuals.
Furthermore, since Chuang Shangbeidao had never encountered the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Hells before, he naturally attributed the entirety of this colossal achievement to the “Peerless Master” who could injure him with a mere glance…
He was truly overestimating Young Master Jun!
Gazing helplessly at the black flames that had completely cut off both armies, Chuang Shangbeidao was utterly without recourse.
As for his tirade, the two figures above treated it as the ravings of a mad dog, paying him no heed whatsoever.
It wasn't just disdainful to ignore him; the primary reason was that it was simply not worth the effort!
For Jun Moxie to unleash such a massive amount of Chaos Fire, covering such a vast area, in a single instant, represented the absolute limit of his capabilities; without the aid of the Grandmist Pagoda’s power, it would have been impossible to complete.
And even with the Pagoda assisting, the cost exacted was incredibly severe. In the moment following that strike, almost instantly, all the Lingli (spiritual power) within his body was drained. While it wasn't enough to cause a violent backlash immediately, Young Master Jun was utterly depleted of power; simply maintaining his standing in the void was an achievement. He was currently speeding up his internal regulation to recover as quickly as possible, hardly in the mood to address the shrieking of that alien degenerate.
As for the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Hells, that single melody of Thousand Mile Soul Chasing had reduced him to an even emptier vessel, perhaps even worse off than Jun Moxie. He too was focused entirely on restoration now.
The two were simultaneously mobilizing their arts to recover, and the action was far from subtle: visible to the naked eye, the spiritual energy in the sky began to coalesce into swirling tempests, raging like countless giant serpents tearing through the heavens, dark clouds churning and rushing in from all directions.
Over the entire battlefield area, spanning thousands of li, there was not a single remnant of Lingli left!
Even the tiniest traces of free-floating energy could no longer be utilized.
Every single powerful expert present, at this juncture, felt a vague, ineffable sense of suffocation!
The spiritual energy in the sky formed countless massive tornadoes, pouring into the bodies of the two figures.
On Jun Moxie’s side, the phenomenon was accompanied by dazzling purple light, while on the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Hells’ side, it was a torrent of oppressive black, sinister and terrifying. But as they stood extremely close, it was as if one person represented an angel and the other a demon.
It was utterly bizarre!