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Chapter 382 The Black Corpse: "Holy Heaven, save me!"

On the southern battlefield, blood and fire intertwine, and demonic energy shrouds the sky.

Amidst the shattered mountains and rivers, a disheveled black and white streak of light was fleeing for its life at an astonishing speed, relentlessly pursued by viscous death energy and sharp bone spurs, like maggots clinging to bones!

Within that black and white stream of light was none other than Maha Yun, the Great Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan, and several core members of the clan who were firmly protected behind him by his primordial spiritual power. Among them was a handsome young man wearing a purple-gold robe.

"Cough cough————"

Mohe Yun's face was ashen, his clothes were stained with blood, and his breath was extremely weak. Just now, in order to cover the retreat of his clansmen, he had taken a blow from the Black Corpse Demon Emperor, which had damaged his very essence and he was about to die.

As he frantically burned his spiritual energy to propel his escape light, he hissed at the group behind him, "Don't look back! Head west with all your might! There—cough cough—there might still be remnants of the Great Thousand Palace strongholds there!"

"Elder!"

Wearing a purple-gold robe, Mohetian's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the old man who had watched him grow up but was now on his deathbed. He felt both grief and helplessness.

He hated his insufficient cultivation, hated the cunning and cruelty of the extraterrestrial evil race, and hated even more—this hopeless situation that he could not reverse.

Behind them, the viscous death aura and the countless bone spikes drew ever closer, and the chilling killing intent nearly froze their souls.

A hint of despair flashed in Mo Ciyun's eyes. He was no longer able to use the secret technique to speed up a second time. His protective aura flickered uncertainly under the erosion of death energy and was about to be completely swallowed up.

"Could it be that my entire Maha clan is destined to perish here today? I regret my past actions—"

A wave of bitterness and regret washed over Mohe Yun. A hundred years ago, if his clan hadn't fallen out with that Holy Son of Buddha, perhaps today—they wouldn't be in such a helpless and isolated state.

Just as the black and white escape light was about to be completely engulfed by the tide of death energy—

"Sizzle!"

A faint yet crystal-clear sound of space tearing apart suddenly rang out in the air above this battlefield filled with death and despair.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, instantly overwhelming the howling of demonic energy and the explosion of power.

Immediately afterwards, a figure seemed to emerge from the ancient silence, appearing silently in front of Maha Yun and the others, standing precisely between the overwhelming death aura and the fleeing Maha clansmen.

The newcomer wore a pristine white robe, spotless, which stood out starkly against the bloody and filthy surroundings.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, his eyes deep as an ancient well, simply gazing indifferently at the surging tide of death energy that contained the terrifying power of the Black Corpse Demon Emperor.

There were no unnecessary movements, just a flick of the sleeve.

In an instant, the roaring, surging, and corrosive tide of death energy, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, began to melt and vanish silently, transforming into the most primordial void energy that drifted between heaven and earth.

With just a wave of his sleeve, the deadly pursuit that had driven Mohe Yun and the others to despair vanished into thin air!

Maha Yun's escape light abruptly stopped. He stared wide-eyed at the familiar yet unfathomable figure in front of him, a figure even more unfathomable than a hundred years ago. His throat felt constricted, and he could not utter a sound.

Shock, disbelief, the elation of surviving a disaster, and—an indescribable mix of emotions—instantly overwhelmed him.

It was him—Lu Yu, the Holy Son of the Ancient Buddha Clan!

That young man, who a hundred years ago had clashed with their Mahagu tribe and was even regarded as a major threat by them, whom they wanted to get rid of as soon as possible.

Now, at the moment when the Maha Ancient Clan was on the verge of extinction and he, the Great Elder, was in his most desperate moment, he appeared like a divine warrior descending from the heavens, standing alone in front of them.

Maha Tian also recognized the person who came. He opened his mouth, and the expression in his eyes changed drastically, eventually turning into an extreme shock and bewilderment.

A century ago, he regarded this person as an enemy, a stumbling block to the revival of the Maha clan. But now—it is this person who has saved them from certain death?

Lu Yu did not turn around. His own light had already pierced through the dissipating death aura and was projected onto the dark center in the distance, where the demonic energy was most concentrated and a terrifying figure stood. That was his destination.

Only now did his calm and unwavering voice, seemingly carrying a trace of distant memories, slowly rise and clearly reach the ears of every Maha clansman behind him: "Maha Yun, it's been a hundred years, and you've become quite disheveled."

Maha Yun trembled, gazing at the back of that figure that seemed capable of supporting the entire world. His lips trembled a few times, and finally, all his complex emotions coalesced into a long sigh filled with endless bitterness and gratitude. He bowed deeply, saying, "This old man—thanks to the Holy Son for saving my life!"

However, the moment Mohe Yun finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

"Lu Yu—!!!"

A roar containing endless violence, resentment, and overwhelming killing intent, like the shrieks of billions of vengeful spirits, suddenly exploded from the deepest part of the battlefield, the center of darkness.

The dense dark demonic energy spread wildly to both sides, and a pale demonic figure, seated on a throne of white bones, slowly emerged from the darkness.

His face was still pale and bloodless, but in his eyes burned a black flame that was even more intense and frenzied than it had been a hundred years ago. He was none other than the Black Corpse Demon Emperor!

His eyes, burning with dark flames, were fixed on Lu Yu, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

A hundred years ago, it was this very person before me who, along with two primordial avatars and several Saint-level experts, besieged me. He even used that strange Demon Lightning Pearl to blast my demonic body to pieces and severely damage my origin. I had no choice but to use the Blood Escape Secret Technique to escape back to the outer realms to recuperate for a hundred years!

Such humiliation is etched into my bones and burns in my heart day and night!

"A hundred years ago—you managed to succeed by sheer luck, severely injuring this emperor—"

The Black Corpse Demon Emperor's voice was hoarse and icy, each word seemingly carrying the killing intent of millennia of ice and mountains of corpses and seas of blood: "Today, you dare to set foot alone in the Southern Territory—you've truly courted death!"

He slowly rose from the throne of bones, and a thick, viscous, deathly aura rose from his body, transforming into hideous corpse dragons that coiled around him.

"Now, I will use your soul and flesh to completely wash away the humiliation I have suffered for a century. This southern battlefield will be your burial ground!"

As his words fell, the demonic energy throughout the entire Southern Battlefield seemed to be summoned, becoming even more violent. Countless extraterrestrial demons roared excitedly, and their attacks suddenly intensified.

Under the undisguised terrifying killing intent and pressure of the Black Corpse Demon Emperor, Mohe Yun and the others turned pale. The glimmer of hope that had just risen was instantly enveloped by boundless coldness.

They then realized that the savior before them seemed to have arrived alone and that they would have to face a peak Heavenly Demon Emperor whose strength was terrifying to the extreme on their own!

Despite facing the Black Corpse Demon Emperor's frenzied killing intent, Lu Yu remained calm and didn't even look at him directly. He simply turned his head slightly and said to the trembling Mohe Yun and the others behind him, "Take your people and retreat further away."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

After saying that, he slowly turned around and looked directly at the imposing Black Corpse Demon Emperor for the first time, a cold killing intent finally flashing in his eyes.

"Arrogant!"

Seeing Lu Yu's dismissive attitude, the Black Corpse Demon Emperor's anger burned even brighter. Without another word, he let out a fierce roar, and the countless corpse dragons coiled around him roared in unison, carrying with them extremely vile corpse water capable of corroding everything, surging towards Lu Yu like a world-destroying torrent!

This attack was unleashed in his rage, without reservation, with the determination to overwhelm and corrupt this century-old enemy in one fell swoop!

Faced with this terrifying offensive that would make even a late-stage Saint-level expert tremble, Lu Yu's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even make any defensive or evasive gestures; he simply slowly raised his right hand, extended a finger, and gently tapped it from a distance at the oncoming torrent of deathly aura from the corpse dragon.

clang!

The moment that finger was pointed out, a clear sound seemed to resound throughout the entire world, and an invisible ripple spread out endlessly.

An indescribable power seemed to descend at this moment, wrapping around Lu Yu's fingertips.

Under that power, all things in heaven and earth became silent, and even the spiritual energy in heaven and earth showed signs of worship, like subjects paying homage to a king.

That was neither ordinary spiritual power nor any peerless divine ability, but a more primal and supreme power, as if it were the will of the entire world, condensed at his fingertips!

puff!

A faint, almost negligible thud.

The seemingly devastating torrent of death energy, upon contact with the ripples at her fingertips, was as if it had encountered its absolute nemesis. Without even a struggle, it was silently annihilated, turning into nothingness.

The invisible ripples continued their momentum, seemingly ignoring spatial distance, and instantly imprinted themselves on the chest of the Black Corpse Demon Emperor.

"Ugh—"

The Black Corpse Demon Emperor let out an extremely mournful howl. His demonic body, which had been tempered by death energy for tens of thousands of years and was comparable to a peerless sacred object, was easily pierced through as if it were made of paper!

A transparent hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, its edges as smooth as a mirror, without any blood or flesh, as if the "existence" there had been directly "erased".

Even more terrifying is that the residual power at the wound site continues to erode and annihilate his demonic body and origin, preventing any possibility of healing!

He staggered backward, looking down in disbelief at the hole in his chest, then suddenly looked up at Lu Yu, his eyes, burning with black flames, filled for the first time with boundless horror and fear!

"This—this is—the power of the world? You—you actually touched that realm?"

The Black Corpse Demon Emperor's voice was filled with indescribable terror. As one of the top ten Demon Emperors in the Extraterrestrial Evil Race, he naturally had some understanding of that legendary realm.

That is a supreme realm that transcends even the Saintly Grade, truly wielding the origin of a world and capable of contending with the divine realm of the extraterrestrial evil race!

escape!

This thought flashed through the Black Corpse Demon Emperor's mind like lightning, stronger than ever before. Facing an opponent who might have already touched the threshold of "Dominator," let alone his current serious injuries, even in his prime, he had absolutely no chance of winning!

Without hesitation, even disregarding the horrific injury to his chest, his primordial demonic blood burned wildly, transforming into an extremely dense, pitch-black blood light, ready to tear through the void and use an even more decisive blood escape technique than it had a hundred years ago to flee!

However, Lu Yu merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant struggling to survive.

"Certainly."

A simple word was uttered.

In an instant, the space within a radius of ten thousand feet centered on the Black Corpse Demon Emperor completely froze, and the flow of time seemed to slow down infinitely. His Blood Escape Technique, which was about to be completed by burning demonic blood, was abruptly interrupted and frozen.

In this life-or-death predicament, a hint of madness and determination flashed in the eyes of the Black Corpse Demon Emperor.

He suddenly opened his mouth, not as a roar, but with an ancient, eerie, primal syllable that seemed to come from the deepest recesses of the evil race's bloodline, uttering a piercing cry that could penetrate the soul and traverse the void: "Holy Heaven, save me!"

This call was not merely a sound, but a sacrifice made from a portion of his original demonic soul and the essence of his flesh and blood!

The moment the sound resounded, the purest black demonic light from his tattered demonic body shot into the sky, instantly disappearing into the heavens and heading towards a supreme coordinate in the darkness!

Almost at the same moment that sacrificial demonic light rushed into the void, the sky above the Southern Battlefield, which was originally filled with blood, fire, and chaotic energy, suddenly darkened.

Boundless dark demonic energy surged from the void, not cold and lifeless, but a pure darkness containing the deepest darkness, seemingly capable of encompassing all evil and desire in the world.

The demonic energy quickly gathered and condensed into a towering figure in black robes.

The figure was surrounded by an endless, profound evil aura. Its demonic power far surpassed that of the black corpse, enough to cause even a late-stage Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign to collapse in fear and tremble.

Strangely, his face also displayed a strange compassion and kindness. Just by lowering his gaze, countless cultivators below could not feel any hostility. Instead, they had an involuntary urge to worship and convert to his teachings!

Two extremely contradictory qualities are perfectly integrated in him, forming a harmonious whole.

The extraterrestrial evil race, the leader of the thirty-two major races, the current patriarch of the Holy Demon Clan, who once unleashed boundless calamity in ancient times...

An extremely powerful being that has caused the downfall of countless top-tier experts—

Holy Heavenly Demon Emperor!

His arrival did not bring earth-shattering momentum, but it made time and space in the entire Southern Battlefield seem to fall into a deeper stagnation.

The Holy Heaven Demon Emperor's gaze first swept lightly over the Black Corpse Heaven Demon Emperor, whose chest was pierced, who was imprisoned in place and unable to move, and whose eyes were filled with the desire to survive. His compassionate gaze showed little emotion, as if he were looking at a slightly valuable object.

Then, his gaze slowly moved and finally landed on Lu Yu, who was standing below in white robes with his hands behind his back.

The Holy Demon Emperor's lips seemed to twitch slightly, and a gentle yet soul-stirring voice slowly echoed in the stagnant world: "I never imagined that in just a hundred years, such a figure as you would emerge in this vast world. Lu Yu—is that it?"