Chapter 84: The Fall of the Ancestor

Chapter 84: Old Ancestor Falls

“Hmph, you only think of running now? Don’t you think it’s too late?”

Seeing Wu Yuemin flee, Mo Yuetian snorted coldly and took out a black bead.

“Freeze.”

As magic power was injected, the black bead instantly appeared above Wu Yuemin’s head.

A strange aura surged from the bead, freezing his form.

Wu Yuemin was greatly startled.

He flipped his wrist.

A small purple hammer appeared in his hand.

As magic power was injected, the hammer flew from his hand, smashing away the black bead above his head.

However, as soon as his form regained freedom, twelve Demon God Guards had already surrounded him from all sides, trapping him tightly.

“It’s over.”

Seeing this situation, Wu Yuemin couldn't help but sigh.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to escape today.

The opposing side had a total of thirteen Mahayana Cultivators.

Among them, two were at the Mahayana Late Stage, and five were at the Mahayana Middle Stage.

Additionally, there were six at the Mahayana Early Stage.

Facing so many Mahayana Demon Race Cultivators, he couldn't possibly break out again.

However, he wasn't feeling regret because he couldn't escape.

Instead, he was worried about the future of the Dao Saint Sect.

The Demon Race’s strength far exceeded their expectations, even stronger than the invasion from a hundred thousand years ago.

But the Dao Saint Sect’s current strength was far from comparable to a hundred thousand years ago.

A hundred thousand years ago, they still had five Mahayana Cultivators.

Moreover, the Sect Master of the Dao Saint Sect back then had a Mahayana Late Stage cultivation.

But now, the Dao Saint Sect only had two Mahayana Cultivators, and he was about to die.

That would leave only Feng Xiaotian as a single Mahayana Cultivator.

Such a disparity in strength made him see no hope of victory.

Wu Yuemin looked up at the sky.

“Can we still repel the Demon Race this time?”

“I hope the Ancestor’s contingency plans can preserve the Dao Saint Sect’s Dao lineage.”

He saw no hope for the future.

In Wu Yuemin’s view, the Dao Saint Sect could not possibly repel the invading Demon Race this time.

He could only place his hopes on the contingency plans the Ancestor had left behind.

He hoped that Feng Xiaotian, with the help of these contingency plans, could at least defend the Dao Saint Sect’s mountain gate; that would already be quite good.

“Since I can’t escape, I’ll fight to the death and take as many as I can.”

Wu Yuemin waved his right hand, and the small purple hammer rapidly expanded, smashing towards a Mahayana Early Stage Demon Race Cultivator.

He aimed for the weakest; killing one would break even, killing two would be a profit.

That was what he thought.

Unfortunately, the Demon Race on the other side wouldn't give him a chance.

Mo Yuetian waved his large hand, and a long blade cut through the sky, instantly cleaving the purple small hammer.

“Hmph, a trapped beast dares to be arrogant.”

The thirteen Demon Race Cultivators surrounded Wu Yuemin, and various Divine Abilities and magic artifacts fiercely attacked him.

He conjured a golden shield.

The shield transformed into a golden light barrier, firmly blocking all attacks.

In an instant, the surrounding Void Realm shattered, and the sea churned with towering waves.

Wu Yuemin, protected by the golden light barrier, continuously launched fierce attacks at one of the Mahayana Early Stage Demon Race Cultivators.

That Demon Race Cultivator did not retreat.

He knew that if he chose to retreat, this Mahayana Cultivator of the Dao Saint Sect might seize the opportunity to escape.

They didn’t know how many Mahayana Cultivators the Dao Saint Sect currently had.

But they naturally understood the principle that one less was one less if they killed one.

Now that they had finally caught Wu Yuemin alone, why wouldn’t they take the opportunity to kill him?

For a time, flames burned the sky, and Devilish Qi surged.

Suddenly, Mo Yuetian swung a black long spear.

The long spear transformed into a black Dragon phantom, instantly piercing the golden light barrier around Wu Yuemin.

The golden light barrier vibrated violently, then quickly shattered.

Before he could conjure a second Spirit Treasure for defense.

A blade light directly struck towards him.

Wu Yuemin had no time to react and could only strike out with a palm, a huge flaming palm print rapidly striking towards the black blade light.

However, the black blade light directly shattered the palm print, then immediately struck his body.

Boom…

The sharp blade light instantly split Wu Yuemin in half.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew out from the shattered Physical Body.

Mo Yuetian’s large hand reached for the sky, intending to capture the Nascent Soul.

A hundred thousand years had passed, and they did not understand the current situation of Yu Fan Heaven.

If they could capture Wu Yuemin’s Nascent Soul, they could obtain a lot of crucial information through Soul Searching.

However, at this moment.

The Nascent Soul rapidly expanded.

Boom…

An earth-shattering roar shook the heavens and earth.

Wu Yuemin, knowing there was no hope of escape, indeed chose to self-destruct his Nascent Soul.

Cough cough…

After a long while, the surrounding space returned to calm.

The thirteen Mahayana Demon Race Cultivators appeared.

Except for Mo Yuetian and the First Demon God Guard, who had Mahayana Late Stage cultivation.

They reacted quickly and avoided the impact of the Nascent Soul’s self-detonation.

The other eleven Demon Race Cultivators were more or less affected.

Even two Mahayana Early Stage Demon Race Cultivators were vomiting blood profusely.

Evidently, their injuries were not light.

The self-detonation of a Mahayana Middle Stage Cultivator’s Nascent Soul was extraordinary in power.

If not for their strong Physical Body, they might have taken one or two Demon Race Cultivators with them just now.

Mo Yuetian’s gaze swept over everyone, then he flipped his hand to take out a mirror and cast a spell.

“Immediately, the entire army descends and enters Yu Fan Heaven.”

As Mo Yuetian gave the order, countless Demon Race Cultivators surged out from the black hole.

For a time, demonic clouds covered the sky, and demonic might shook the entire Yu Fan Heaven.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew from afar.

“Zhao Mingyue, Sect Master of the Demon God Sect in Yu Fan Heaven, greets Palace Master.”

Before she even got close, Zhao Mingyue shouted loudly.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Mo Yuetian couldn't help but become interested.

“You are Zhao Mingyue? Were you the one cooperating with Black Demon before?”

“Yes, this humble one was unwilling to be oppressed by the Dao Saint Sect, so I established the Demon God Sect twenty thousand years ago and cooperated with Lord Black Demon, wholeheartedly dedicated to opening the passage and welcoming the Demon God Palace army’s descent.”

“Today, my wish is finally fulfilled. With the Palace Master’s arrival, the Dao Saint Sect can surely be swept away in one fell swoop.”

Facing the terrifying pressure emanating from the thirteen Mahayana Demon Race Cultivators around her, Zhao Mingyue spoke with fervor.

“Tell me, what do you know? How many Mahayana Cultivators does the Dao Saint Sect still have?”

Mo Yuetian’s interest in Zhao Mingyue was mainly about intelligence concerning the Dao Saint Sect.

They had just entered Yu Fan Heaven and knew nothing about the situation here.

Originally, Black Demon and others were left behind, but they were all killed by Wu Yuemin when the passage first opened.

Now, they still had to figure out the situation of the Dao Saint Sect first.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to advance too rashly.

Mo Yuetian still remembered the painful lesson from a hundred thousand years ago.

This time, he didn't want to be driven out by the Dao Saint Sect again.

Hearing Mo Yuetian ask about the Dao Saint Sect’s situation, Zhao Mingyue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She was afraid these Demon Race Cultivators would slap her to death, but now it seemed she had made the right gamble.

The Demon Race knew nothing about Yu Fan Heaven and needed her as a guide.

As long as she was useful, she could naturally live well.

Perhaps she could even negotiate some terms with the Demon God Palace later.

For example, contacting the Upper Realm to seek a solution for her incomplete Divine Soul.

Zhao Mingyue organized her thoughts and slowly began to speak.

“To my knowledge, the Dao Saint Sect only has two Mahayana Cultivators in total. One was just killed by the Palace Master, which means only Sect Master Feng Xiaotian of the Dao Saint Sect remains as a Mahayana Cultivator.”

“What? The Dao Saint Sect only has one Mahayana Cultivator left?”

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