The Netherworld Plate trembles.
Upon it, the Netherworld Fire wails in sorrow, the Dao Rhythm disperses...
Clearly visible, fractures split apart and spread.
What a Netherworld Plate, with one strike, it almost dims to nothing, becoming a mere shell.
"No!!!"
Netherworld Flame’s heart bleeds, roaring in agony.
"I, Ye Tian, will kill you, in the heavens, on the earth, no one can stop me! Embrace death!"
Suddenly, Ye Tian steps forth, his aura surging, akin to a War God, he grips the Prisoner Demon.
The sword locks onto Netherworld Flame.
This time, can the Netherworld Plate still withstand?
Impossible.
Netherworld Flame shudders, feeling the intense scent of death.
"Swipe!" Amongst billions of eyes.
The Prisoner Demon moves.
One sword thrusts forth.
"No!!! Save me! Ancestor, save me!"
Netherworld Flame howls in despair.
The howl just rings out.
No one expected that...
In the space already imprisoned by Ye Tian.
Suddenly, a tremor occurs.
A crack appears.
From that crack, emerges a giant hand that covers the sky.
The master of the giant hand is unknown, but surely, it must be an ancient monster of the Ming Clan, forcibly reaching across countless voids to save someone.
The giant hand reaches for Netherworld Flame, intending to directly grab and take him away. For a moment, the entire Small Thousand World, countless eyes fixate, staring at the sudden giant hand, even the shocking blood seems to flow backward.
"Hahaha..."
Netherworld Flame is startled, then laughs heartily, extremely excited, indeed, the ancestor heard his call.
He will not die!
The Tao Will lets out a sigh of relief.
Netherworld Flame cannot die.
Absolutely cannot die.
Fortunately.
Fortunately.
"I said, I will kill you, in the heavens, on the earth, no one can stop me!!! Did you really think I was joking?!"
However, as that boundless Ancient Giant Hand is about to grab Netherworld Flame, take him away, save him, Ye Tian coldly laughs, raising his eyes, gazing at the giant hand.
"God Demon Tripod, suppress for me!"
Ye Tian shouts.
There’s no need for the Mysterious Stele to appear.
Because the Mysterious Stele cannot possibly handle the Ancient Giant Hand.
Yet he has the God Demon Tripod.
He knew well in advance, wanting to kill Netherworld Flame wouldn’t be that simple.
He was prepared.
"Boom!"
The God Demon Tripod is summoned.
Walking from the Mountain, River, Sun, and Moon Tripod.
Walls traveling from the Ancient Age Flowing Cauldron.
A single God Demon Tripod shoots to the sky.
Boundless suppression.
It crashes towards the giant hand.
The whole Heaven and Earth suddenly seem engulfed by that Divine Demon Battlefield, smoke swirls, life and death cycles, chaos unsettles, law obscures in that radiant yet cruel era.
As if frightening sounds of slaughter vibrate at the ear, shaking the soul, penetrating the Divine Soul.
"God Demon Tripod???"
At the same time, that Ancient Giant Hand breaking through spatial confinement from the distant void trembles, then an elderly and melancholic voice exclaims from the remote void: "Ming Jie, the God Demon Tripod that you have spent billions of years yet failed to obtain, perished in this boy’s hand?! You disappoint the ancestor greatly!"
Ming Jie is the name of the Tao Will.
In other words, the master of the Ancient Giant Hand, in terms of status, is above Ming Jie, is Ming Jie’s elder.
Just as the voice of the master of the Ancient Giant Hand fades...
"Bang!"
The God Demon Tripod collides with the boundless Ancient Giant Hand that is already in front of Netherworld Flame.
Clearly, the God Demon Tripod shudders, seeming somewhat burdened.
But, that’s all.
And the Ancient Giant Hand, is directly shattered!
Torn into the void.
Like a hallucination, as if the Ancient Giant Hand never existed.
Netherworld Flame is in danger.
Completely and utterly in danger.
At this time, the Tao Will Ming Jie’s intervention is effortlessly blocked by Ye Tian’s Principle River.
And the Ming Clan elder’s Ancient Giant Hand is crushed and disintegrated by the God Demon Tripod.
No one can save Netherworld Flame.
In Netherworld Flame’s eyes, Ye Tian’s Sword Light arrives!
Unrestrained, extremely terrifying approaches!
Netherworld Flame is terrified to the point he cannot cry for help or shout, he is frozen...
Fixed by the scythe of Death God.
"Ye Tian, spare him, any condition, I can promise you!!!"
In the throes of life and death, the Tao Will roars from above the Nine Heavens, the voice unexpectedly carries a hint of negotiation and pleading.
Unbelievable. As the Tao Will of the Great Thousand World, it is... brought to this extent?!
Of course, it also illustrates that the life and death of Netherworld Flame is extremely important to the Tao Will, his status within the Ming Clan, is definitely not simple.
"No need, since you and I, will never give up, right?"
Ye Tian slightly tilts his head, glancing at the Tao Will, a smile as strong as ever appears at the corner of his mouth.
The sound falls.
Puff...
Sword Light pierces into Netherworld Flame’s body.
Netherworld Flame is directly penetrated into nothingness, whether physical body or Divine Soul.
Dead beyond reparation.
And Netherworld Flame’s Space Ring, naturally falls into Ye Tian’s hand.
"No!!!!!!"
Above the Nine Heavens, at the instant of Netherworld Flame’s death, the Tao Will frantically howls, the whole Great Thousand World trembles, barriers ready to shatter, the entire Great Thousand World on the brink of collapse, shaking tremendously, too terrifying.
Following.
Impossibly, unexpectedly, the Tao Will directly retreats.
Hmm.
Leaves, whether hidden in the Tao Palace or fleeing to Ming Clan.
Anyway, after that piercing, furious, frantic howling, both the Great Thousand World and Small Thousand World suddenly calm down... Indeed, they cannot even perceive the existence of the Tao Will.
In the void.
The exhilaration of Dan Tai Zhen Cang and Chaos Dragon Turtle is imaginable...
They are simply about to go mad.
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