I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 394 - 78: Destroying the World, Sixty-Nine!

The silvery-blue spear tip exploded violently, and the shaft was pierced in an instant.

A streak of golden light, against the wind and starlight, headed towards the Wing Clan Emperor.

At this moment, the Emperor’s hair was graying, his breath was exhausted, and his soul showed cracks.

He had tried his best, but the outcome could still not be changed, not even slowing down the High Priest’s spear.

Powerless! Still powerless!!

This feeling, as an Emperor, he experienced it so clearly for the first time.

Huff, huff~

"I can still fight, my blood, my bones, everything I have," he gasped and roared, echoing through the Chaos.

His body was ripped open, revealing translucent bones and crimson flesh.

Kill!

Bone after bone, piece of flesh after piece, flew out, mixed with the remaining Taoism Principle, to meet the tip of the spear.

Crackle!

Bones fractured, flesh was pierced through.

The Immortal War Spear nailed into the Emperor’s chest, destroying all signs of life.

The Wing Clan Emperor’s head drooped, struggling to lift it, wanting to see the figure in front of him, but only darkness remained.

His eyes had already gone with his flesh and blood in the fight.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his tongue and teeth had disappeared.

Liang Hui looked at the remains before him, spear in hand.

He turned around!

He strode towards the Wing Clan’s world.

Only a faint voice echoed through the Chaos.

"Quite enjoyable, not bad!"

Crack! Crack!

One by one, the broken bones began to disintegrate and vanish the moment the words fell.

The Wing Clan Emperor, dead!

...

Liang Hui arrived outside the Wing Clan’s world, his gaze fell, overlooking this bustling world.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, his palm opened, plunging directly into the world.

In an instant, the world’s barriers shattered.

A hand reaching down to the Nine Nether, up to the ends of the Vast Heavens, appeared in the world, splitting the Wing Clan in two.

Then, under the desperate gazes of all creatures, it forcefully smashed towards the right side.

Boom!

In an instant, forests turned to ash, billions of lives were extinguished.

Dust rose from the ground, spreading around, soaring up into the sky.

Liang Hui did not deal with the rising dust, just watched the world reduced to ruins, slowly withdrawing his hand.

With a thought.

This world rapidly shrank, instantly turning into a pearl-sized sphere.

The young man eyed the slightly murky sphere, then tucked it into his chest.

He felt several Emperor Relics within it, probably the legacy of the Wing Clan through the ages.

But there’s no rush, the meat has stewed in the pot, it cannot escape.

After dealing with the Wing Clan, Liang Hui began to move around the perimeter of the Central Great Realm.

One by one, the Hundred Clans’ worlds were found by him, most of these clans were minor, but some were major clans whose Emperors Liang Hui had slain.

Such as: the Asura Clan, the Buddha Clan.

As for the Immortal Race, Liang Hui had not found them, they must have used some means to leave.

And these minor clans, they did not have an Emperor rise in their current generation, normally they could only act as vassals, attacking the Human Race.

So with the Human Race they all had blood feuds, being vassal forces, when the major clans ordered them to fight to death, how could they dare not.

And when the Emperors fled, carrying their own worlds was already very difficult, how could they bring these minor clans along.

So they were left here, hoping that Liang Hui could be trapped forever in the Great Formation.

But towards these clans, including the two major clans, Liang Hui no longer showed the gentleness he had before.

Clans were annihilated, their flesh and souls devoured by the Human Emperor Banner, followed by a cleansing of the world.

And the Emperor relics that they once possessed were also found (small clans might have birthed Emperors in the past).

For seven whole days, Liang Hui was either on the road of slaughter or engaging in the act of slaughter itself.

Even without the stench of blood, an extreme suppression loomed around the Central Great Realm, with specks of blood mist diffusing into the air.

Liang Hui stood above the Boundary Sea, enveloped in a bloody glow, with seemingly endless vengeful spirits howling and roaring within it.

The young man’s expression was indifferent, quietly sensing the sixty-nine World Pearls in his embrace.

"If I tread the path of slaughter and destruction, the road ahead will surely be smooth."

His body trembled slightly, a red brilliance burst forth from him.

Mixed with the heat of Pure Yang Taoism Principle, he instantly wiped out the bloody glow, cleansing this part of the Boundary Sea all over again.

The youth then sat cross-legged in the void, summarizing the gains from these seven days.

First: the twenty-six Emperor relics, which could almost allow him to ascend to ’Immortal.’

Second: the various Scriptures and secret techniques collected during the process of slaughter.

Lastly: after this battle, the Human Race of the Central World would no longer have a formidable enemy and could develop with all its might.

"However, there’s still one last matter to deal with, otherwise how can I peacefully engage in closed-door cultivation?"

’Celestial Race, Immortal Race, Ghost Race...’

Liang Hui murmured in his heart, recalling each departing member of the Emperor Clan.

He had always been one to retaliate for every grievance and repay every kindness. Without exterminating his enemies, how could he ever stop.

As for the Emperor Clan having left fifty years ago, they were difficult to trace and extremely troublesome.

Ha!

With the Divine Skill ’Enter Dream’ arriving and assisted by the Space Taoism Enlightenment, how much time could it possibly waste?

In his thoughts, Liang Hui had already taken out a trace of Qi-Blood; this trace was white, carrying a formidable pressure.

This was the aura of a king of the Celestial Race, collected by Liang Hui on the battlefields of the Boundary Sea.

At that moment, it was perfect for use as the credential for ’Enter Dream.’

With a single thought,

The surrounding environment began to blur.

His Qi-Blood, wrapped in an unknown energy, moved at an indescribable speed across the Boundary Sea toward an unknown destination.

Five minutes!

A dazzling, splendid world appeared in his vision.

This world moved forward, brutally smashing through one realm after another.

"Celestial Race, have I found you?" he murmured, directly interrupting the arrival and revealing his true form.

As soon as he appeared, he exerted his full strength to operate the Space Taoism Principle, forging a path.

In an instant, the void dissolved, and a massive Light Gate stood amidst the Boundary Sea, forging a path to his true body.

"High Priest!!!"

A roar mixed with fear, fury, and murderous intent shook the Boundary Sea, sending realms flying.

A hand clad in Battle Armor, fell from above toward the Light Gate.

Liang Hui, with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with satisfaction, said lightly,

"Too late now!"

Before his voice fell,

A pale hand had already emerged from the Light Gate, meeting the descending strike head-on.

Boom!

Below the thunderous sound,

Pieces of armor blasted open, specks of silver blood drifted down over the Boundary Sea.

A slender figure stepped out from the brilliance of the space door, standing within the Boundary Sea.

Liang Hui had arrived!

At this moment, the rapidly advancing world came to a halt.

A figure nine meters tall, draped in pure white Battle Armor, emerged from the world, striding toward the young man.

His entire body was encased in armor, his head included, leaving only a pair of silver eyes gazing forward.

Before he even arrived, a sacred, supreme aura had already swept across billions of miles of the Boundary Sea, making the void itself unbearable.

"Human Race High Priest, my clan has already chosen to leave, must we fight to the death?"