Chapter 1634: Who is the King of Hell

"Kill me?" Qianye Ying'er replied with a faint smile, her fingers lightly twirling, wrapped in countless tiny black lights. "You won't be able to do that in this lifetime."

Rumble!

Darkness once again filled the sky. Space suddenly collapsed. In the pitch-black, lightless world, everyone's pupils, and even their souls, clearly reflected a dancing black butterfly.

"This... this is..." Startled gasps echoed through the darkness.

"Eternal Butterfly Abyss," Yan Sanyou whispered slowly, his gaze piercing the darkness and fixed on the sky. "A Level Eight Divine Master, to be able to push her to this extent..."

Not far away, Fen Jieran's expression changed repeatedly. He had realized something and subconsciously murmured, "Could they be..."

Yan Sanyou turned his head. "Imperial Son Jieran, do you know who they are?"

"No, not them." Fen Jieran shook his head, unsure if he was answering Yan Sanyou or speaking to himself. "It can't be them."

Yan Sanyou frowned. "Who exactly are you referring to...?"

A very faint sound, yet it swallowed all other noises. Startled by the opponent's power and fueled by true anger, Witch Yaodie finally unleashed her full profound energy. The witch's domain, exclusive to the Fourth Witch of the Soul Stealing Realm and named "Eternal Butterfly Abyss," revealed its terrifying true form in the skies above the Heaven Realm.

In Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes, the lightly dancing butterfly shadow was reflected. She felt her five senses rapidly fading, and a sensation of being consumed arose within her soul, quickly spreading.

The presence of the Devil Emperor's blood allowed Qianye Ying'er to face Yaodie's power without defeat.However, being able to compensate for the disparity in profound energy did not mean she could compensate for the disparity in soul power!And the First Witch, Yaodie, her greatest strength lay in her dark soul power!

Under the Butterfly Abyss, the encroaching spiritual pressure even surpassed Qianye Ying'er's expectations. In the past, she could control the "Brahma Soul Death-Seeking Mark," so the strength of her soul power was undeniable. But facing Yaodie with her soul power fully unleashed, Qianye Ying'er knew instantly that she could not resist.She even felt that if she were completely consumed by the butterfly shadow, she might truly be trapped "eternally" with no escape.

However, she did not immediately try to escape with all her might, nor did she resist. Instead, all the dark profound light on her body gathered onto the Divine Oracle in her hand, heading straight for Yaodie.

"Hmph, foolish." Yaodie muttered, her hand gestures and gaze changing simultaneously...

Just as the Eternal Butterfly Abyss was about to fully expand and consume Qianye Ying'er, far behind Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che suddenly extended his hand and lightly grabbed at the empty air.

As if violently pulled by an invisible force, Yaodie's half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open. The profound energy and soul power she had released also spun out of control, revealing an extremely distorted Eternal Butterfly Abyss. The originally flawless witch's domain not only drastically lost its power but also developed dozens of flaws of varying sizes.

Yaodie had never experienced such a strange sensation, nor such a distorted witch's domain. At the same instant, Qianye Ying'er, who had been poised for action, unleashed her power. A golden silhouette, bearing a black glow, pierced into the Butterfly Abyss domain, almost effortlessly puncturing and then violently tearing apart the originally terrifying witch's domain.

Butterfly wings shattered, and the domain vibrated. The sudden backlash caused Yaodie's entire body to tremble violently. She was inexplicably horrified, but her witch's will kept her from panicking. Her hand gestures abruptly changed, forcibly recalling the domain's power. Instead of retreating, she advanced, suddenly grabbing at the Divine Oracle that had just torn open her domain.

With a muffled thud, the Divine Oracle was firmly gripped in Yaodie's hand. Its divine light instantly dimmed, like a golden snake whose vital point had been seized.

In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently tugged at the empty air once more.

The incredibly strange tearing force from earlier struck again. The power she had gathered in her hands suddenly slipped from her control, nearly thirty percent of it dissipating... it was as if it had become uncontrollable and vanished into thin air, as if silently gnawed away by an invisible, eerie entity.

The mysterious loss of control over her power prevented Yaodie from restraining the Divine Oracle any longer. It slipped from her fingers and shot directly towards her face.

Rip!Space was violently torn apart. Yaodie twisted her waist, retreating with a strange movement technique, leaving only dozens of broken black hairs fluttering in the darkness.

Yaodie's figure reappeared ten miles away. The moment she stopped, a faint sound came, and an oblique crack appeared along the upper edge of her mask, accompanied by a slowly seeping line of blood.

The air completely solidified, and all hearts were tightly constricted, unable to beat.

They saw the witch's domain, which had just been cast, torn apart in an instant, and they saw the piercingly crimson witch's blood on her forehead.

Even Yaodie herself could not recall how many years it had been since she was last injured.

"Who exactly... who could it be?" Tian Muyi muttered, looking up at the sky. That he had witnessed Witch Yaodie being injured with his own eyes was an incredibly unbelievable and world-shattering sight.

Without touching her injury, Yaodie's gaze pierced through layers of darkness and fixed on Yun Che.

Compared to Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che was the one Yaodie was most concerned about. So even while fighting Qianye Ying'er, a significant part of her attention remained on Yun Che.

And when those two incredibly strange anomalies occurred, she had noticed the changes in Yun Che's hand gestures.

But, it was just a hand gesture!? There was no unusual aura whatsoever.

That feeling just now... what was it?

Qianye Ying'er gave her no chance to breathe; a golden silhouette had already torn through the air and arrived.

The two resumed their battle, and the dark calamity once again descended upon the Heaven Realm.

In their previous power clash, the two were evenly matched. But now, Yaodie was slightly flustered, and with the backlash from her witch's domain, she was gradually suppressed by Qianye Ying'er in the darkness.

Yun Che watched silently, his gaze emotionlessly fixed on Yaodie. At a certain moment, his left index finger subtly tilted downwards.

Yaodie's fingers, entwined with demonic light, touched Qianye Ying'er's Divine Oracle, and dozens of black dark domains instantly exploded around them. But this terrifying stalemate, characteristic only of late-stage Divine Masters, lasted less than half a breath. Yaodie's fingers suddenly trembled, and a void inexplicably appeared in the power she unleashed.

It was not a large void, yet it caused the flow of her power to instantly go out of control.

Such a sudden change was undoubtedly fatal in a fierce battle between evenly matched opponents at the Divine Master level. Before Yaodie's expression could even change, the Divine Oracle had violently torn through her power, arriving like a golden venomous serpent and precisely striking her heart.

Boom----As if a pitch-black star had exploded in Yaodie's heart, she floated away like a broken-winged butterfly in the dark storm, leaving a horrifying trail of blood streaking through the air.

This time, she clearly perceived that a slight movement of Yun Che's finger coincided with the anomaly.

Once... twice... thrice... could it still be a coincidence?

What exactly was that? Some kind of divine relic-level profound artifact with no aura?Or a demonic art!?

And he was not the only one who noticed all this; there was another person.

Amidst everyone's absolute horror, Yan Sanyou suddenly soared into the sky, heading directly for Qianye Ying'er, accompanied by an incredibly grim voice: "I'll help you."

Yaodie's figure stabilized high in the sky, her hand pressed against her heart, blood trickling between her fingers.

The "Divine Oracle," a divine relic artifact from the Brahma Monarch God Realm of the Eastern Divine Region. Yaodie had known its name for a long time, and now, she clearly saw its terrifying power.

However, despite being wounded by the Divine Oracle, she paid no heed to her injury. Instead, she fully turned back to attack Qianye Ying'er again. The butterfly shadow behind her solidified in an instant, and the re-expanded demonic might of the witch felt almost no weaker than before.

Yan Sanyou also approached at this moment. A Level Nine Divine Master and a Level Seven Divine Master, attacking Qianye Ying'er together!

Qianye Ying'er did not retreat even half a step, and not a hint of emotion could be seen on her snow-white face.

In terms of cultivation, Yan Sanyou was one minor realm weaker than Qianye Ying'er, but facing her in person, the oppressive feeling was so heavy it suffocated him. At the very least, it was certainly not the suppression one would expect from a single minor realm difference.

His brows twitched slightly, and he exchanged a quick glance with Yaodie. As he approached Qianye Ying'er, his posture suddenly changed, and he swept past her, heading directly for Yun Che.

Yaodie's power also erupted fully at this moment, firmly suppressing and pinning down Qianye Ying'er, making it utterly impossible for her to withdraw power to stop him.

As a Level Seven Divine Master and the head of the Thirty-Six Yama Ghosts of the Yama Devil Realm, before today, Yan Sanyou would never have believed that he, with his status, would personally attack a Level Seven Divine Sovereign.

Today, he not only made a move, but he did so with extreme speed and ferocity.

Dozens of miles of space closed in an instant. Yun Che was within reach in his sight. Yan Sanyou lunged, his splayed fingers tearing a line of pitch-black fissures in the air.

The sound of tearing space was so sharp it seemed to rip everyone's eardrums into countless fragments. Yet, Yan Sanyou's expression froze for an instant, as his five fingers simply grasped empty air. Behind him, there was only a shredded afterimage.

After a moment of surprise too brief to be noticed, Yan Sanyou reacted like lightning from the heavens. His figure sharply turned, precisely grasping at the spot where Yun Che had just appeared.

Rip!The speed and the tearing sound were several times more terrifying than before, yet where Yan Sanyou's five fingers reached, there was still only a shattered afterimage.

His expression subtly changed. Within his pupils, a hint of ashen death energy flickered.

"A top-tier movement technique, perhaps even cultivated to the highest realm, truly admirable," Yan Sanyou said, looking forward. He slowly turned, his gaze falling on the spot where Yun Che had appeared. He raised his arm and gently pressed his five fingers downwards.

A series of wails, some shrill, some mournful, some despairing, suddenly came from an unknown space, like thousands of lonely spirits screaming and howling. Behind Yan Sanyou, a grayish-white skeletal shadow slowly appeared. At this moment, his skin also transformed into a terrifying dark gray, turning him into a living, desiccated corpse already beginning to weather. Only his eyes reflected an eerie light that should not belong to the living.

Those terrifying eyes, through the gaps between his fingers, locked onto Yun Che's location. His voice, hoarse and barely audible, rasped, "Come, let me see how you'll escape this time."

As his voice faded, he charged towards Yun Che. His speed, though still exceptionally swift and fierce, was noticeably slower than before.

However, the moment he moved, ten thousand ghosts wailed around him, and the entire world seemed to suddenly transform into a terrifying ghostly domain.

And at the center of this ghostly domain, Yun Che was utterly immobilized, as if ensnared by ten thousand ghosts.

With Yun Che's Level Seven Divine Sovereign cultivation, his ability to crush Tian Guhu was already astounding to the world, but he could in no way contend against a Level Seven Divine Master. Under the suppression of absolute power, even the most formidable movement technique would become a powerless joke.

Yan Sanyou trailed a long gray streak, his five fingers reaching directly for Yun Che's throat. Even when he was within several feet, Yun Che still hadn't escaped... naturally, he was unable to move.

Just as Yan Sanyou was certain that Yun Che would fall into his hands the next instant, Yun Che's image in his pupils suddenly enlarged.

The aura of a Level Seven Divine Sovereign erupted before him in an exaggerated, terrifying, and incomprehensible surge. Yet, before he could even register shock, an afterimage had already swept past him, leaving only a fleeting, yet lingering, vermilion mark deep within his pupils.

Yan Sanyou's figure froze, and all sounds in the world vanished.

He stood frozen, then slowly lowered his head... A massive sword, gleaming with a subdued vermilion light, had pierced his heart, exited through his back, and completely impaled his body.

His Divine Master body, tougher than even Heavenly Gang Divine Stone, and his Divine Master level protective profound energy, seemed to simply not exist.

"Idiot."

From behind Yan Sanyou came the coldest, most contemptuous whisper he had ever heard in his life.

Yun Che extended his hand, and the Heaven Smiting Devil Slayer Sword instantly passed through Yan Sanyou's body, flying back into his hand, its blade unstained by even a trace of blood.

Following that, the vermilion sword vanished from his hand. He stood with his back to Yan Sanyou, never once looking at him again from beginning to end.

Being impaled by a single sword strike was by no means a fatal injury, nor even a severe one, for someone whose cultivation had reached the Divine Master realm.

However, Yan Sanyou remained frozen there. No blood flowed from the wound in his body; only a faint vermilion light continued to silently glow, showing no sign of dissipating or fading.