After the War Demon Hall's destruction, the turmoil across the entire Senluo Continent did not subside.
This was because a small portion of War Demon Hall Cultivators had escaped.
The powerhouses of the Three Great Sects were also pursuing and intercepting them from behind.
All Cultivators in the Senluo Continent knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the War Demon Hall was destined for annihilation.
That small group of Cultivators could not escape the pursuit and encirclement of the Three Great Sects' forces.
And indeed, the facts were as everyone had predicted.
That small group of War Demon Hall Cultivators was surrounded from all sides and forced towards the vicinity of the Dead Sea.
The Dead Sea, that was the most notoriously dangerous place in the Senluo Continent.
Above the Dead Sea, flight was impossible, and if one fell into the Dead Sea, no matter how immense their cultivation, they would sink completely, never to resurface.
Therefore, the Dead Sea could be said to be a death trap in the Senluo Continent.
The Cultivators of the Three Great Sects were also very shrewd, deliberately blocking all escape routes, forcing the War Demon Hall Cultivators to flee only towards the Dead Sea.
They were ultimately cornered on a dead end.
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Looking out at the Dead Sea, it was a vast expanse of ocean as black as ink, its seawater as deep and rich as ink.
Not far away, a group of battered Cultivators fled to this place, gazing at the pitch-black expanse before them, their eyes filled with despair.
"It's over, it's truly and utterly over..."
"Those curs from the Three Great Sects are truly cunning, forcing us to the Dead Sea!"
"Is our War Demon Hall truly destined to be annihilated like this?"
These War Demon Hall Cultivators all had sorrowful expressions in their eyes.
As the once strongest force in the Senluo Continent, wherever they went, they commanded awe and respect from all sides.
Yet now, they were like a group of desolate, homeless dogs, forced to a dead end.
Among this group of Cultivators was a blind woman dressed in a black gauze skirt, with a slender figure and eyes covered by a black silk ribbon. She was Yan Fei's younger sister, Yan Qingying.
Logically, with her brother's demise, Yan Qingying should have been extremely sad.
But she wasn't.
From her snow-white, jade-like cheeks, there was no trace of weakness or sadness.
Only extreme coldness and hatred.
Waves of deep, chilling killing intent emanated from Yan Qingying, causing even the nearby Elders to be somewhat surprised.
Yan Qingying knew that crying and sadness were useless.
She now had only one thought in her mind: destroy the Three Great Sects and kill the Fallen God Child!
"Alas, Qingying, please accept our condolences and move on." The Elders shook their heads helplessly.
"As long as there's even a sliver of possibility, as long as Qingying has a chance to survive, I will kill the Fallen God Child!" Yan Qingying radiated extreme killing intent.
This dark killing intent even sent shivers down the spines of several Void God Realm Elders.
The dark aura on Yan Qingying was even more intense than that of the previous Yan Fei.
However, when it came to revenge, the Elders all shook their heads bitterly.
Now even they were nearing their end, so how could there be any chance for revenge?
And at this moment, in the distant heavens, dense sounds of rushing wind could be heard.
Dense figures, like swarms of locusts, swept over.
It was the allied army led by the Three Great Sects.
Besides the Sect allied army, there were also onlookers from other forces surrounding them.
As well as some Prodigies from the Immortal Realm, acting as spectators.
"Alas, it seems this Fallen God Child is determined to obtain the Devouring God Demonic Art." An Immortal Realm Prodigy shook his head and said.
"Who wouldn't want to get it? Unfortunately, with the Fallen God Child's command in place, if we dare to snatch it midway, we might even lose our lives," another Immortal Realm Prodigy said helplessly.
"That's right, the Fallen God Child is no benevolent person. Anyone who dares to provoke him, he kills without hesitation. With the Fallen God Palace backing him, the Fallen God Child is fearless."
These Prodigies who descended from the Immortal Realm originally also wanted to find the Devouring God Demonic Art Inheritor and get a share.
However, the Fallen God Child issued a command: anyone who dared to interfere and obstruct him would bear the consequences.
The Fallen God Child had a formidable reputation in the Immortal Realm, and these Immortal Realm Prodigies did not dare to provoke him.
"This Fallen God Child is too arrogant and overbearing. I truly hope someone can rein him in."
"You're thinking too much. In this Lower Realm, how many people are qualified to rein in the Fallen God Child?"
While these Immortal Realm Prodigies were spectating and watching the show,
the atmosphere at the Dead Sea shore also became somewhat heavy and tragic.
Watching the overwhelming crowd approaching, the Cultivators of the War Demon Hall clenched their fists one by one.
A tall figure emanating the aura of a Saint Realm stepped forward.
His battle armor was somewhat shattered and stained with blood, his face appearing majestic and upright.
He was the current War Demon Hall Master, a powerhouse at the Middle Stage of the Saint Realm.
He scanned the people of the Three Great Sects with his gaze, and said coldly, "Are you Three Great Sects truly going to be so ruthless?"
An aged man with a weathered face from Yellow Springs Valley stepped out.
His name was Old Man Huangquan, and he was the Valley Master of Yellow Springs Valley.
"We Three Great Sects are also helpless; we can only obey the command of Lord Fallen God Child."
"Obey the Fallen God Child's command? Don't you have any intention of destroying our War Demon Hall in your hearts?" The War Demon Hall Master sneered.
These words caused Old Man Huangquan and the others' eyes to flicker subtly.
To say that they had no such intention at all was impossible.
The War Demon Hall had dominated the Senluo Continent for a long time.
Yellow Springs Valley and the other Three Great Sects naturally felt discontent and wanted to overthrow the War Demon Hall's hegemony.
However, due to the War Demon Hall's strength, they had never made up their minds.
Now, the Fallen God Child forcing them to deal with the War Demon Hall, in a way, helped them make up their minds.
Once the War Demon Hall was eliminated, the Three Great Sects would naturally become the new overlords of the Senluo Continent.
If they satisfied the Fallen God Child, he might even bestow some rewards upon them.
A casual reward from an Immortal Realm Prodigy would be enough to elevate the Three Great Sects' strength to a higher level.
This was the current thinking of the Three Great Sects.
"Enough idle talk, surrender yourselves and hand over Yan Fei's younger sister." Old Man Huangquan did not want to say more.
The outcome was already determined, so why waste words?
"Hmph, the people of my War Demon Hall would rather die than yield; we will fight to the death!" The War Demon Hall Master coldly shouted and immediately attacked.
Rather than meekly waiting for death, it was better to fight back vigorously.
Killing one was no loss, killing two meant gaining one.
Subsequently, the great battle erupted once more.
However, this was destined to be a battle without suspense.
One by one, the Cultivators of the War Demon Hall fought against overwhelming odds, ultimately self-destructing.
Watching this scene, the spectators from other forces felt a sense of lament.
The War Demon Hall, ranked first in the Senluo Continent, ultimately met such an end.
Meanwhile, the Prodigies from the Immortal Realm remained calm.
The conflicts between Lower Realm forces were, in their eyes, like two groups of ants fighting.
"You must be Yan Fei's younger sister; surrender obediently." Some Cultivators from the Three Great Sects discovered Yan Qingying.
Yan Qingying's slender body emitted a dark, cold aura.
And just then,
A Saint Realm power suddenly erupted from the distant sky.
A terrifying saber light, a thousand zhang long, cleaved down from the heavens.
One strike, it tore through the firmament!