ang of inadequacy upon seeing the woman in white.Yan Jinyao smiled and said, "This woman is a long elder brought back from Yuanfu by a senior master. She's just an ordinary woman and not a cultivator...."Where is the Great Sage Inform him immediately, we must prepare in advance."

Zhang Ruochin, carrying a gust of wind, flew down to the vicinity of the hideous woman and walked over step by step, his gaze falling on the battlefield in the distance.

"The great saint Yuanfei and the Bodhisattva Ganran are not here, they have gone to hunt down the Chi Di." said the black woman.

Here, there are ninety-four Great Saints of the Two Hundred and Fifty Grand Completion realm who have died.

They reek of death, emanating a corrosive force. Powerful energy waves constantly erupt from them, causing the air to churn and boil ceaselessly.

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The innermost one, composed of sixty Great Sages.

Each one released hundreds of millions to billions of Saint Dao rules. A total of trillions of Saint Dao rules intertwined and shuttled, transforming into various attack powers. Some were humanoid thunderbolts, some were fireballs in the shape of palaces, and some were shadows of death...

Zhang Ruochin didn't know how the Dead Clan managed to do it, allowing the sixty Great Saints' Dao Rules to merge completely without repelling each other.

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Although he seemed very calm, he was extremely clear that if thousands upon billions of Saint Dao rules attacked him simultaneously, with various attacks falling upon him at once, he might not be able to withstand them. He would most likely choose to temporarily retreat rather than confront them head-on.

They were all burning with the great saint's blood within, transforming into twenty-two firemen, letting out long roars from their mouths to resist the attacks of sixty Great Saints of the Death Clan.

"Fight, fight to the last drop of blood."

Today is the last day of the Hunt for Heaven. The Bloodless Clan absolutely cannot fall on this day.

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The Blood Demon, the strongest among the twenty-two immortal blood clans, sat in the void, manifesting nine celestial demon images. They resembled nine demonic worlds unfolding.

But the Blood Demon's body quickly shriveled.

The Great Saint's blood will soon be lost.

Another twenty-one Immortal Blood Clan Saints had also burned more than half of their blood, their combat power plummeted, and they started to be unable to defend against the attacks of the Death Clan Saints.

The feeling of despair spread through the hearts of every immortal blood race Saint.

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But, in order to survive the blood clan, they are willing to sacrifice themselves.

No, absolutely not. It has to be done on the last day.

If that were the case, today would become their lifelong regret, and they would be ridiculed by other cultivators for the rest of their lives.

"You are the Undying Blood Clan, and we are the Death Clan. Your life is destined to be ended by us." The head of a Death Clan, Baijia Jing Great Accomplished Great Saint with horns on his head, said in a flat tone.

A hideous woman said: “Hand over the immortal blood clan members hiding on you. Stop struggling in vain.”

Zhang Ruochin did not act rashly, he had been observing and thinking, "The sixty Dead Clan Great Sages within are responsible for the attack. The thirty-two Dead Clan Great Sages on the outer layer, along with that double-horned Bai Jia Jing Grand Completion Great Sage, are responsible for releasing death energy and suppressing the dying explosion of the Undead Blood Clan Great Sages' holy sources. And that somewhat black and ugly woman, Tai Li Great Sage, is guarding the outermost perimeter, wary of enemy sneak attacks."

After making up his mind, Zhang Ruochen's hand behind his back condensed into a multitude of tiny spatial cracks.

Every space rift is only an inch long.

The ugly woman was cautious, noticing the fluctuation of spatial energy. Her gaze immediately fixed on Zhang Ruochin.

Let's get this done.

Suddenly!

Zhang Ruochen's condensed spatial cracks numbered over three hundred, and he had integrated temporal imprints into them.

He waved goodbye.

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Over three hundred spatial fissures, like black rain of blades, silently and invisibly flew towards the hideous woman and nearly a hundred Dead Clan Great Sages.

"Be careful... ah..."

A space rift of about a foot long, passes through the body, capable of taking away a piece of flesh the size of a palm.

Suddenly, there was the sound of rustling.

The Great Saint reacted quickly, but the space rift was faster.

Over ninety powerful deities of the dead clan were struck by spatial fissures, with half suffering varying degrees of injury. They let out muffled groans as they lay wounded. The attacks from both formations were naturally disrupted, and their formations became scattered.

One by one, furious gazes were fixed upon Zhang Ruochen.

"Who are you"

"Don't ask, it's Zhang Ruochin."

Zhang Ruochin secretly felt pity. Inside this White Jade Divine Tree, he couldn't tear open a space rift that was too large. Otherwise, they wouldn't have just been injured so simply.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ruochen's body vanished from its original location.

With a "bang," the ugly black woman hadn't even reacted before Zhang Ruochen struck her with a palm strike, severing her neck and breaking her tibia. Her body flew diagonally through the air.

The next instant, Zhang Ruochin appeared before the Death Clan Saint with horns on his head, lightly pressing a palm against him.

This Hundred-Clasp Realm Great Perfection Great Saint, struggled to raise an arm to resist, but Zhang Ruochin severed his arm, sending his body flying like a cannonball. He crashed into a tree branch, the sound of bone fracturing echoing within him as blood spilled from his head and back.

In less than a breath, he severely wounded two great saints who had reached the pinnacle of the Ba Jia realm.

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Zhang Ruochen's left foot stepped on the void, and the void was like water surface, rippling.

Immediately, a surging sea of divine flames spread out, engulfing all the Great Saints of the Dead Race.

The time bell tolls.

Zhang Ruochin held his hands aloft, and the temporal imprints of heaven and earth swiftly converged, gathering above his head to form a colossal bell that spun rapidly.

At some point.

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A deafening bell tolled.

Time imprints and sound waves, like surging waves, crashed against each of the Dead Clan Saints, shaking them all as if they were leaves in a gale.

The mark of time stole a good chunk of their lifespans, leaving them in a state of temporary weakness.

At this very moment, the divine flame pierced through their protective aura of death energy, invading their bodies. Their skin turned crimson and then black, crumbling into dust. And it continued to spread inwards.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

In Zhang Ruochen's hand, the Seven Star Ghost Lotus flew out, its seven petals swirling and slashing incessantly. Each blade ripped apart the immortal bodies of the Dead Clan Great Saints, dismembering them limb by limb – arms, legs, heads scattered everywhere.

These series of techniques are all executed within the span of a single breath.

The twenty-second ranked Undead Blood Clan Grand Saint, stared blankly at Zhang Ruochen, unable to believe that a hundred shackles realm Grand Saint could possess such terrifying combat power. With his own strength, he crushed nearly a hundred Dead Clan Grand Saints.

This scene, they will never forget.

Xue Ning stopped her blood-clotting sorcery, her face pale. However, a smile appeared on her delicate features, like a ray of sunlight breaking through prolonged darkness. She whispered, "Cousin... Cousin Ruoxin..."

It seems like being Zhang Ruichen's cousin would be a source of pride.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochin sensed something. He turned abruptly and threw a punch.

The hideous woman unleashed a secret art, burning her lifespan to fuel it. She struck out with a handprint, clashing against Zhang Ruochin's fist. Her broken neck bone had already been rejoined, and her eyes burned with fury.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochin caught her palm, his body only trembling slightly.

After burning her lifespan, the ugly woman could erupt with power comparable to a nascent Great Saint of the Thousand Inquiries Realm in a short period. However, in front of Zhang Ruochen, she was still insufficient.

Zhang Ruochin kicked out with one foot, striking her in the chest.

Poof!

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Zhang Ruochin reached out his palm, just about to use spatial power to pull her back. Suddenly, his head ached, and the spatial power he was wielding was interrupted.

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Led by the Great Accomplished Saint of Dual-horned Hundred Claws Realm, dozens of Death Clan Saints simultaneously unleashed their deathly mental force against Zhang Ruochen.

"You're asking for death."

Zhang Ruochin retracted the Qixing Gui Lian, protecting himself with the power of the Supreme Being.

Immediately following, his hands came together in a clap. Behind him rose the magnificent form of Fudo Myo-O, larger than life, emanating a brilliance that surpassed even the sun's rays, its power growing ever more imposing.

The Great Saint with double horns, residing in the Hundred-Headed Realm, had his complexion change. He said, “All of you Death Clan Saints retreat immediately! I will hold them back.”

The Great Saints' vitality is immense. Zhang Ruochin's previous attack only managed to kill six of them. The remaining dead race Great Saints are either wounded or have been weakened by the purification fire that entered their bodies, all significantly depleted in power.

As they looked at the increasingly towering and majestic figure of the Great Vajrapani deity, they couldn't help but feel fear.

"Such powerful holy might, this is not a hundred shackles realm Great Saint Even the thousand questions realm Great Saints I've seen are weaker than him."

Waves of wind howled through the air!

Over eighty Great Saints of the Dead Clan flew in different directions. Because their speed was too fast, I had already reached dozens of miles away, and the afterimage left behind at the original location was still very clear.

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