Chapter 644: The Old Ancestor Returns, Utter Destruction of Body and soul!

Although the Three Pure Ancestors intercepted the Yan Clan Pseudo-Saints, they were equally unable to kill them.

The Yan Clan leader raised his four arms and shouted angrily, "Children of the Yan Clan! Transfer the Great Dao Luck to me!"

His voice not only resounded across the battlefield but could be heard throughout the entire Immortal Realm, deafening to the ears.

Hundreds of millions of Yan Clan beings sacrificed their own Luck one after another. Beams of rainbow light flew out from their bodies, all rushing toward the Yan Clan leader. The scene was magnificent, illuminating the dark space.

Because the Yan Clan leader retreated outside the Immortal Realm, the Three Pure Ancestors were unable to harm him.

The Three Pure Ancestors frowned.

The Immortal Realm Pseudo-Saints, who had just rested for a moment, attacked once more, unable to let the Yan Clan leader grow stronger… The strength of the Three Pure Ancestors quickly spread throughout the Immortal Realm, letting all beings breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Immortal Realm still had such powerful experts.

Han Jue had been watching the battle, which delayed his cultivation.

This couldn't go on.

Han Jue silently took out the book of misfortune and sighed. "The Dark Forbidden Master has to save the world again. All the fame and fortune are taken by you Saints, while I carry all the blame. Sigh."

How could there be such a low-profile savior like me in the world!

Han Jue began to curse Dao Does Not Perish.

Five days later.

Han Jue's lifespan began to drop. In just five short days, the battle at the edge of the Immortal Realm saw countless deaths and injuries, and Karma soared to the skies.

The Yan Clan Pseudo-Saints began to split up and lead separate teams to attack, making it impossible for the Three Pure Ancestors to look after every enemy. One team of Yan Clan beings had already charged into the Immortal Realm, led by a Pseudo-Saints with as many as fifty Golden Immortals under his command.

The Immortal Realm was in Chaos!

The Saints were troubled by this. The morale of the Yan Clan was simply too strong, even stronger than that of the beings of the Immortal Realm. Each one charged like they were mad; as long as a single breath remained, they would never lose heart through a hundred battles!

Han Jue paid no attention to the Immortal Realm, his eyes fixed firmly on his Attribute Panel and mail.

One trillion years of lifespan!

Ten trillion years!

One hundred trillion years!

Five hundred trillion years!

[Your enemy Dao Does Not Perish has had his Dao Heart damaged due to your curse.]

Continue!

Since he was going to curse, he would take him out in one go, preferably to intimidate the Guixu Divine Realm!

Han Jue's eyes turned fierce as he cursed with all his might.

Eight hundred trillion years!

One quadrillion years!

Two quadrillion years!

[Your enemy Dao Does Not Perish has had his Luck thrown into disorder and his soul damaged due to your curse.]

[Your enemy Dao Does Not Perish was attacked by your friend Ancestor Xitian and was heavily injured.]

Hmm?

Ancestor Xitian is back?

Han Jue stopped immediately. Since Ancestor Xitian had taken action, there was no need for him to waste his lifespan for nothing.

He looked up. Beyond the Heavenly Dao, the space where Dao Does Not Perish was located had shattered, and endless Chaos lightning intertwined. The Aura of Dao Does Not Perish was rapidly fading, and he felt another vast and boundless Aura.

Ancestor Xitian!

The Old Ancestor had fought his way back at the critical moment for the Heavenly Dao!

Venerable Xuandu also discovered this. He directly waved his sleeve, instantly obliterating the Yan Clan's main camp stationed outside the Heavenly Dao.

Tens of millions of Yan Clan beings were turned to ashes one after another, completely powerless to resist.

Those beings who perished a moment later fell into despair as they watched the ashes before them.

The despair did not last long. In less than three breaths, all tens of millions of Yan Clan beings were dead, without even a trace of a remnant soul left behind. It was clear that Venerable Xuandu had struck out in anger, having endured for a long time.

Inside the Immortal Realm.

The Yan Clan leader, who was still in the midst of battle, felt something and snapped his head back, his eyes instantly turning blood-red.

"No—"

The Yan Clan leader roared with all his might, rapidly brandishing his four spears. Rolling waves of flame submerged countless Immortal Realm cultivators.

Not just him, other Yan Clan experts also noticed the situation behind them.

"The Yan Clan has no way to escape. Once we go out, we will be slaughtered by the Saints!"

"Children! We can only fight to the end!"

"The Yan Clan strives for self-improvement and is unafraid of death!"

"Kill—"

The Yan Clan leader roared, his Aura surging, shaking the entire Immortal Realm!

The boundless lands of the Immortal Realm shook violently, as if the end of the world was approaching!

The Three Pure Ancestors gave a cold snort and drew a circle with both hands. Three majestic divine shadows appeared before him, each holding a sword. They swung their swords, and blue, black, and white Sword Qi erupted, densely filling the space between heaven and earth, submerging the Yan Clan leader.

The experts of the Immortal Realm felt that the Yan Clan outside the Heavenly Dao had been eradicated by the Saint. They were all invigorated and once again exhausted their strength to fight the fierce battle.

Han Jue was paying attention to his mail.

What a pity!

Dao Does Not Perish was only heavily injured and had not been killed!

The Old Ancestor was still a bit lacking, actually unable to kill this fellow. Han Jue had already sacrificed two quadrillion years of lifespan!

The more Han Jue thought about it, the more depressed he became.

This won't do.

He had to take Dao Does Not Perish out in one go.

Although a two-star hatred degree wasn't that high, this fellow had been trying to destroy the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Dao was gone, Han Jue would be in danger.

Han Jue took out the book of misfortune and continued to curse.

Five days later.

His lifespan began to drop. At the same time, the Yan Clan was at its wit's end.

The surviving Yan Clan beings were at least Grand Unity Golden Immortals, numbering fewer than three hundred.

They had no way to escape and could only fight to the death.

In the northern part of the Immortal Realm, the earth was stained red with flesh and blood, and blood rain fell from the sky.

The Yan Clan leader stood upon the earth like a giant peak reaching into the clouds. Above the sea of clouds, he was surrounded by thousands of Immortal Realm experts; even those in the God Realm dared to come and surround him!

The Yan Clan leader was covered in blood, gasping for breath, his crimson eyes filled with rage.

"The Yan Clan… has lost…"

Desolation filled the Yan Clan leader's heart.

Knowing that victory was imminent, those on the Immortal Realm's side were incredibly excited, mockingly ridiculing the Yan Clan.

"You actually dared to invade the Immortal Realm with just this?"

"What Yan Clan? We've never even heard of it!"

"Hmph, where is the Saint protecting you? Ran away?"

"Pitiable. Did you really think your single race could destroy the Heavenly Dao?"

"Cut off his head and place it at the edge of the Immortal Realm to warn those hidden races in the Chaos!"

…Although this battle was short, the deaths and injuries in the Immortal Realm were no less than those of the Yan Clan. At least ten billion beings had died, and a towering rage filled the heart of every participant.

It would be useless even if the Yan Clan surrendered!

And the Yan Clan had no intention of surrendering!

In the distance, Great Dispersed Heaven spoke, "Saint Ancestor, why haven't you killed him yet?"

His words were echoed by the other Pseudo-Saints, who did not understand what the Three Pure Ancestors were waiting for.

The Three Pure Ancestors did not answer, staring calmly at the Yan Clan leader.

The Yan Clan leader laughed miserably, "That's right! Come and kill me! Let's see how many more of you pitiful Golden Immortals I can take down with me!"

After recognizing reality, the Yan Clan leader instead felt no more pressure.

The Yan Clan was going to be exterminated. Since that was the case, what else did he need to worry about?

The other Yan Clan experts also showed looks of determination.

There were no further accidents in this great battle.

In the end, every last member of the Yan Clan was dead!

The Yan Clan leader's corpse was sealed into a million-foot-high giant peak to serve as a warning to future generations.

On the other side.

Han Jue was still focused on cursing Dao Does Not Perish.

Another quadrillion years of his lifespan was quickly deducted!

[Your enemy Dao Does Not Perish has had his Dao Heart shattered and his Physical Body annihilated due to your curse.]

Continue!

He hasn't been utterly destroyed yet!

Han Jue gritted his teeth and persevered.

Another quadrillion years of lifespan was thrown in!

[Your enemy Dao Does Not Perish has had his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, his Dao Cultivation completely dissipated, and the Great Dao feels pity.]

The skies of the various heavens followed with rolling thunderclouds, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.