Chapter 1515 - Frustrated Jiuyou (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The light from the Phoenix Nest grew dimmer and dimmer.

In the sea of fire, the mid-level Divine Fire Jingmie had already scattered. The heat was dropping rapidly too. This was why Zhang Ruochen could jump into the sea without getting burned to death.

Sizzle, sizzle.

Zhang Ruochen transformed into a beam of b.l.o.o.d.y light and rushed out of the sea of fire. The Hundred Saint Blood Armor on him had heated up to a golden red hue. It was scalding and had sparks of fire. He looked back. The huge Phoenix Nest was burning under the Divine Fire Jingmie. Fire rushed into the sky—dazzling and beautiful.

The huge fireball seemed to be a rising phoenix.

“As the Phoenix Nest is reduced to ashes, the glorious era of the Ice and Fire Phoenix will pa.s.s. Zuling Field once gave birth to millions of beings and endless civilizations. Now, this world will disappear in the universe and become a pa.s.sage in history.”

“The G.o.ds have all died. The Supreme Saints have turned to dust. Who in this world can retain a complete corpse?”

“How many heroes who deserve to be sung about have existed on this land? How much love and hate, how many talented men and women… Only tragedy and ruins remain now.”

Zhang Ruochen was filled with emotions. He felt a bit depressed and couldn’t help but ask, “When will this era of blood and destruction end?”

No one could give him an answer—not even a G.o.d.

Zhang Ruochen looked into the distance and saw that the 99 saint mountains surrounding the Phoenix Nest were covered in battle. The sounds of war kept traveling out and waves of saintly power pulsated out into the world.

“The war between the Shatuo Seven Fields and the Luosha Race must have already started when I entered the Phoenix Nest.” Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath. Putting away his negative emotions, he grasped his Abyss Ancient Sword again.

Zhang Ruochen hated killing, but if he didn’t pick up his sword to kill, he would only get killed.

Holy Qi circulated rapidly within him. Then a pair of dragon wings opened up on his back. He flew out of the sea of fire and released his Spiritual Power to contact Demonic Sound.

Demonic Sound hit near the sea of fire. She carried the 12 Buddhist beads, so she could cover her aura and wasn’t exposed.

“Master.”

Demonic Sound took out the 12 Buddhist beads and returned them to Zhang Ruochen.

He put the beads back on his wrist. Seeing that the Merits Record Wall was still there, he let out a relieved breath. “Princess Luosha, Lord Lingquan, Chu Siyuan, Sword Saint Jiuyou… When did they all leave the Phoenix Nest?”

“They left one after another an hour ago.”

Doubt appeared on Demonic Sound’s pretty face. “Sword Saint Jiuyou seemed to have gotten a valuable treasure. Lord Lingquan and a group of first marquises were chasing after him.”

“Oh, really?”

Zhang Ruochen felt heavy and shook his head. “He might not have received a treasure. Lord Lingquan may be chasing him to take back the purple divine stone.”

Even though Sword Saint Jiuyou had lost the stone to Zhang Ruochen, Lord Lingquan didn’t know this.

Maybe due to the fact that many Luosha cultivators were chasing after Sword Saint Jiuyou, the bank of the fire sea was relatively peaceful. Occasionally, some Luosha marquises flying in the air would discover Zhang Ruochen and Demonic Sound, but Zhang Ruochen would kill them instantly.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Ruochen and Demonic Sound reached the peak of Xifeng Saint Mountain. They looked toward the other mountain.

Instantly, their hearts were shaken. They couldn’t help but gasp.

It was too impressive and tragic.

The land where the 99 mountains were situated had turned into ruins. Countless Luosha marquises and Shatuo Seven Fields Saints kept killing each other. The sounds of war broke into the clouds while the ground was covered in corpses.

Corpses of Luosha marquises, savage beasts, humans…

The mountains and rivers were dyed red with blood. The formation runes distributed through the mountains had long been wiped away. The souls and anger of the Saints rushed into the sky, turning into black clouds.

Saints were the top beings in any major world, but they kept dying here, flesh and blood flying, souls scattering.

Roar!

A half-step Saint King of Great Devil Ten Square Field let out a long roar. Demonic Qi rushed out of his body, transforming into a demonic cloud. His body kept swelling until he was hundreds of feet tall.

Kaboom.

The half-step Saint King had two horns and a body like an ox. He galloped across, killing in the midst of the Luosha marquises. Countless Luosha marquises were trampled under his feet.

Unfortunately, there were too many of them. More than 1,000 saint weapons. .h.i.t him at the same time, injuring him greatly. The huge frame fell heavily to the ground.

A first marquis with red hair swung his sword down, cutting off the half-step Saint King’s head, and he swallowed it directly.

The other marquises swarmed over like maggots and surrounded the half-step Saint King’s body.

Moments later, only a white skeleton remained on the b.l.o.o.d.y earth.