Chapter 1059: Bloodstained Southern Region

The battle was magnificent and intense.

Ye Fan was driven to a frenzy of hatred, his gaze terrifying, his hair bristling with rage. At this critical moment, his efforts were in vain. The Northern Emperor, acting recklessly, charged in, completely disrupting the battle.

Though also human, Wang Teng did not come to assist but for revenge. He drove his war chariot directly into the Black Emperor's formation, aiding the Eight Legions' Divine Generals and turning the tide, making Dongfang Ye and others wish they could tear him to pieces.

Ye Fan swung his arm, wielding his dark-gold spear, sweeping through thousands of soldiers. A flurry of ancient race heads flew into the air before him. The sharp spear tip, like a dazzling, bright blade, cut across numerous throats.

Countless heads, trailing blood, soared, their gore dyeing the sky red. Ye Fan fought fiercely, raging in all directions, confronting the Eight Legions' Divine Generals. Wherever he went, fierce winds howled and blood rained down.

At this moment, everything had changed. The three ancient princes began to obstruct him, rather than him obstructing them to prevent them from rushing to aid.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan's eyes were bloodshot with killing intent. He roared out the sound of "Om" as a Daoist chant, which transformed into a violent, widespread wave, sweeping across the sky like a flood. This was a devastating killing art, launching indiscriminate attacks on everyone. It swept across heaven and earth, its Dao patterns spreading, sending bodies flying one after another.

Ye Fan roared to the sky, his Daoist chants escalating to a terrifying new peak. The surging army of Eight Legions' Divine Generals fell densely, then exploded, turning into plumes of blood mist. In all directions, bodies of the Eight Legions' Divine Generals lay everywhere. They fell in swathes as if being harvested, then disintegrated, filling the sky with severed limbs, broken bones, and blood.

This was a blood-soaked world, a scene of extreme carnage. Ye Fan fought like a madman, using every means to charge forward, as the Monkey's situation in the distance was precarious.

The Saint Prince had fought to this point; his vitality was nearly depleted, and he was in grave danger. He was surrounded by the Celestial Emperor's son and several half-saints, with Wang Teng charging in his golden ancient war chariot, risking defeat at any moment. The Saint Prince had just been engaged in a life-or-death battle, unlike Ye Fan's confrontation with Huang Xudao and the other two. Having fought to this extent, his combat power was largely exhausted, almost dry. The Eight Legions' Divine Generals, several half-saints, Wang Teng, and the invincible Celestial Emperor's son, with his peerless talent, together besieged him. Even a true divine offspring would find it hard to endure.

In another part of the battlefield, the Black Emperor and his companions were also in critical danger, caught in a perilous situation. This was because several half-saints among the observers had finally lost their patience and joined the fight.

"Let the Goddess Furnace suppress and kill them!"

Flames swept horizontally, soaring skyward; their glow reddened half the sky. This caused many ancient race members to perish with regret. The Goddess Furnace was a rare treasure among sacred artifacts, a weapon forged by Emperor Hengyu for the Great Saint, the founder of the Human Desire Dao, possessing immense destructive power.

The astonishing lid slammed shut with a clang, nearly engulfing a half-saint directly. He was covered in flames, almost turning into charcoal.

"Argh..."

The battle was fierce; shouts of killing echoed everywhere. Many powerful figures from the ancient race had entered the fray.

"Boom!"

Dongfang Ye made his move, his spiked club sweeping across the sky, shattering the void. Unfortunately, another half-saint also brought a damaged sacred artifact to counter him, making the situation even more brutal.

Ye Fan's heart burned with rage, wishing he could immediately rush over. However, the three ancient princes used various means to entangle him, and though he had killed many ancient race powerhouses, he simply could not break through quickly.

Finally, he let out a clear roar, unleashing his vision, soaring across the Nine Heavens! This was a complex vision, intertwined and hard to discern. But its power was enough to rend the sky, causing countless casualties among the Eight Legions' Divine Generals; anyone swept by it was reduced to bone fragments and blood.

Even the three ancient princes were forced back, unable to stop him. Ye Fan broke free from their pursuit, his dark-gold spear hovering above his head, a black arrow in his left hand, and his right hand forming the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. He moved freely between heaven and earth, heading towards the fiercest part of the battle.

With the black arrow in his hand, he swept it forward, piercing a half-saint in the sky. With a "Pffft," the half-saint turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The battle had reached such a stage that lives were cheaper than grass; corpses and blood were everywhere. Ye Fan fought wildly, fearing for the Saint Prince's safety.

"Wang Teng, come here and face your death!"

He swept through everything in his path; anyone who tried to stop him along the way was reduced to bloody paste. The surge of energy in his heart transformed into a heavenly blade, bursting from his mouth, its dazzling blade light sweeping through thousands of soldiers. Had Wang Teng not arrived and used a sacred artifact to break through the Black Emperor's formation, the situation would not have reversed this way. The Celestial Emperor's son would most likely have already fallen.

Now, the battle had been completely turned around. The Eight Legions' Divine Generals surged forth like a breaking dam, and several half-saints were freed, instantly plunging the previously dominant Saint Prince into despair. Ye Fan's killing intent surged, rage simmering in his heart; he wished he could immediately cut down Wang Teng, the instigator. As a human, Wang Teng had defected at this critical moment, assisting the ancient race and changing everything on the battlefield, which filled Ye Fan with immense hatred.

Precisely because of this, the observing ancient race members became restless. Several half-saints had intervened, making the situation extremely grim. Countless bodies lay beneath Ye Fan's feet. Charging through thousands of soldiers and horses, he had no idea how many he had killed; wherever he passed, blood spurted and countless corpses lay.

"Even the three ancient princes couldn't stop me, who among you dares to make a move? After this battle, anyone who intervenes, even if they escape beyond the Nine Heavens, I will personally kill them!"

The Monkey was in danger; Ye Fan roared like thunder shaking the world, terrifying and intimidating the ancient race. Yet, his heart was calm. His vision manifested, with gods and demons standing tall, sweeping across all directions. The sky was filled with blood and shattered bones, but his enemies were inexhaustible.

His roar indeed startled many. At least few of the observing ancient race members entered the fray, all of them extremely wary. Seeing him as invincible as a young devil king, leaving a trail of blood and gore wherever he went, unstoppable, they were deeply terrified.

Suddenly, he felt a prickling sensation on his back, and an unparalleled killing intent manifested as a sharp edge aimed at the back of Ye Fan's head. If it were to pierce through his Divine Platform, even the Human Saint Body would perish in sorrow.

Ye Fan sharply turned, his black arrow sweeping out, making a crisp "ding" sound that echoed through the Nine Heavens. In this bloody battle of thousands of soldiers, someone wielding a secret treasure had clashed with him. They blocked his path just as he was about to reach his destination, severing his connection with the Saint Prince.

"You are also human!" Ye Fan's heart turned cold. Though this person had an ancient race appearance, the offensive Dao power displayed when operating their profound art bore the imprint and characteristics of a human. Moreover, this was a powerful human, not much weaker than the ancient princes, and one or two levels stronger than Wang Teng. Being obstructed by this person made Ye Fan's gaze colder and his battle aura surge, launching his strongest attack.

"Boom!"

This person was sent flying, blood oozing from their mouth, their expression strange, yet not in mortal danger. The killing light in the depths of their eyes receded, and they retreated sideways.

Ye Fan paid no heed to pursuit, heading directly towards the Saint Prince. He launched a thunderous assault, carving out a clear path, surrounded by blood and bone, stepping over the corpses of numerous ancient race members, finally reaching the location.

His earlier words had also enraged the Fire Qilin Prince. From a distance, the Fire Qilin Prince coldly said, "You said the three ancient princes couldn't stop you? Today, I will personally face you alone!"

On this side, the Saint Prince had fought desperately until now, sustaining severe injuries. Several half-saints, Wang Teng in his golden ancient war chariot, and the Celestial Emperor's son, possessing the world's strongest bloodline, together besieged him. He was engaging in a life-or-death struggle, and his physical condition was far from optimistic.

The Saint Prince looked at Ye Fan and said, "Perhaps we should leave."

"You all go first, I can kill the Celestial Emperor's son!" Ye Fan said grimly.

Then, his gaze swept towards Wang Teng and the other person who was not much weaker than an ancient prince. His terrifying gaze showed that his anger towards these two surpassed his hatred for the Celestial Emperor's son. Humans! At this critical moment, it was human powerhouses who interfered. Two great masters appeared at once, rarely seen in ordinary times, yet arriving at this very moment.

Ye Fan's gaze swept towards the many observers in the distance; not a single notable human sect or great power from the Southern Region had entered the fray. Seeing his gaze sweep over them, many lowered their heads. As for Daoist Li and his ilk, their whereabouts were long unknown. In stark contrast, members of the ancient race occasionally joined the battle. Li Heishui and Li Tian in the distance couldn't help but feel a chill and curse, as only two humans had made a move, and they were attacking them.

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze, acknowledging that it was hard to entirely blame the prominent human sects of the Southern Region. Anyone less than a half-saint joining the fight would be seeking death; they indeed faced difficulties, and in such a grand era, everyone was in peril, seeking only to protect themselves.

"Even if I am the only one left, I will surely kill you!" Ye Fan stared at the Celestial Emperor's son, his gaze burning with intimidating power, transforming into tangible light that shot forth, causing several half-saints to involuntarily retreat a few steps.

Prince Mie was already heavily wounded; facing such powerful will and killing intent, his heart trembled, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "The one who can kill me has not yet been born, nor can they come into this world. Today, it is you who will all die!" Like a tiger, his prestige endured even in defeat; his status was undeniable, so even if fear stirred in his heart, his words remained firm and powerful.

Among the ancient races, one-fifth were friendly towards humans, deeply moved by humanity's development over the years. Another one-fifth maintained a neutral stance, while the remaining three-fifths were very hostile. Now, Ye Fan had intimidated some of the observers, but there were still others who wished to join the battle against them.

"Boom!"

The Fire Qilin Prince arrived, holding a Fangtian ji with both hands, chopping it down vertically. This was a sacred artifact; its dazzling blade was as massive as a door panel, radiating countless Dao marks as it sought to suppress Ye Fan.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan, holding the black arrow in his left hand, met the blinding halberd blade. His right hand formed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, and he punched towards the Fire Qilin Prince's forehead.

"Kill them all, wipe them out!" the Celestial Emperor's son coldly commanded.

The Eight Legions' Divine Generals roared in unison, their cries shattering countless main peaks. The entire Great Wilderness was on the verge of collapse, becoming a wasteland.

From the Ji family, a seemingly ordinary man frowned upon hearing the news, stood up, and walked out.

"You... are you going to intervene?" asked a living fossil.

"Yes," the man replied, his words concise and powerful.

The several living fossils did not object, nor could they say much. The outside world might not know this person's identity, but they knew deeply that no one could sway his will. The usually silent and ordinary young man suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "The Void Emperor was never weaker than anyone in his life. He quelled the dark turmoil, suppressed Mount Buzhou, and battled the gods from beyond the realms, never retreating. My Ji family fears no one, neither in the past nor in the present. For some matters... you can rest assured."

In the Great Wilderness battlefield, "Do you see? They don't dare to intervene at all, while my forces are growing!" The Celestial Emperor's son laughed coldly, sweeping his gaze across the human observers, then scoffing at Ye Fan. Many human observers in the Southern Region all lowered their heads.

"Even if there are thousands of soldiers and horses, today I will take your head!" Ye Fan's gaze was sharp as he swept it towards the Celestial Emperor's son. He even moved to break apart the Fire Qilin Prince's Fangtian ji.

"Ah...!"

Suddenly, a tragic scream rang out; an ancient race half-saint was blasted into pieces by a single palm strike, their blood splattering across the sky.

"Who's there?!" The Eight Legions' Divine Generals were instantly thrown into disarray.

A man who appeared utterly ordinary, one who would definitely go unnoticed in a crowd, emerged, killing a half-saint with his bare hands. He then charged directly to the Celestial Emperor's son's side. His Void Art was masterful and impossible to guard against. With a "smack," he exchanged a palm strike with the Celestial Emperor's son, who then reeled back, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.