Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Su Han held back three Extraterritorial Demons, while the Eastern Ancestor restrained two. Apart from the Eastern Ancestor, the remaining five each took one!

And here, the Eastern Ancestor sat cross-legged, with astonishing Dragon Power radiating from his body, forming a Light Shield to protect himself.

As time progressed, the number of deaths kept increasing, and the rear was in complete chaos. It was unclear whether they were attacking the Extraterritorial Demons or... attacking the cultivators!

Screams, shouts for killing, and angry roars sounded in unison.

It was as if time froze at this moment, and the only thing everyone could do was kill! Kill!! Kill!!!

Until a certain moment, on the side of the Holy Spirit Palace, another Dragon Emperor Realm fell.

This was the third fallen Dragon Emperor Realm.

However, those Extraterritorial Demons seemed to have gone mad at this moment, with nearly ten thousand Demon Lord Level Extraterritorial Demons coming from all directions.

Their rush made the Dragon Emperor Realms among the various forces feel even more pressure!

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Until the tenth Dragon Emperor Realm fell!

Everyone's heart was filled with sorrow and desolation.

"We can't get out..."

"The number and speed of Dragon Emperor Realm deaths are accelerating rapidly, how can we escape?"

"The Barren Land... is right in front of us!"

"Hahaha, the so-called Cultivator Alliance is complete bullshit! If they really consider it an alliance, why don't they come to save us now?"

"Complaining to Heaven is useless. Maybe everyone has a destiny, maybe this is our destiny."

Amidst the countless discussions, some had already given up resisting.

They no longer had that initial drive. The feeling of despair filled their hearts, whether they died now or in a while, what difference did it make?

The atmosphere, it seemed, could indeed be contagious.

The atmosphere spreading now was one of despair.

With the first person giving up resistance, then the second, the third...

Tens of thousands of people gave up resisting, with wretched smiles, they died at the hands of the Extraterritorial Demons.

The enormous pressure was unbearable for them. For them, perhaps death was the real relief.

This scene shocked countless people.

Su Han, even while restraining the three Extraterritorial Demons, extended his Divine Sense, his face gloomy as he shouted, "So-called cultivators defy Heaven's path. When giving up resistance, think of your fallen friends, think of your fallen family, think of whether your death is worth it!"

"There have been ten fallen Dragon Emperor Realms, among them eight weren't killed by the Extraterritorial Demons but self-destructed. Why did they do that? To protect you!"

"Everyone has to die eventually, but some deaths carry more weight than a mountain, and some are lighter than a feather. Which will you choose?!"

"Since I, Su Han, began cultivation, I've faced countless crises, nearly destroyed in both body and spirit by the Imperial Ancestor of the Sect of the Battle God, yet I still survived!"

"How am I stronger than you at all? How are you weaker than me at all?"

"It's not because my talent is high or my strength strong; the real reason is my perseverance!"

"I don't want to die, and even if I must, it must be worthwhile!"

"Look at yourselves, what are you doing?"

His words spread continuously, shaking Heaven and Earth with the Power of Cultivation.

Countless people were moved, and that once despairing mood disappeared at this moment.

Of course, if all it took were Su Han's words to restore morale entirely, that would be impossible. Some still chose to give up resistance, but their numbers dwindled significantly.

And as Su Han spoke, about two thousand meters away from him, an Extraterritorial Demon, also eight thousand feet tall, moved its blood-red gaze towards him.

"Kill this person first!"

The Extraterritorial Demon spoke with a coarse voice.

And as its words fell, countless Extraterritorial Demons beside it began to self-destruct again.

Under such self-destruction, endless Blood Mist condensed, and eventually, it transformed into five Extraterritorial Demons, each eight thousand feet tall!

Seeing this scene, Su Han's face turned completely gloomy.

At this moment, the level of restraint was nearly at its limit. If these five Extraterritorial Demons joined in, it would truly be unmanageable.

"Buzz~"

And at this moment, with eyes closed, the Eastern Ancestor, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

His eyes finally opened.

At the instant they opened, a light burst forth, and the Eastern Ancestor slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood that fused with the light.

"Open!"

He stretched out his palm, resembling a Palm Blade, and fiercely sliced towards the Void.

"Ssssh!"

Immediately, a massive tear was torn open above the Void.

Under this tear, hundreds of Extraterritorial Demons were instantly cut in half, collapsing into Blood Mist.

"Avatars, come!"

The Eastern Ancestor shouted, and the blood he spat out, fused with the light, transformed into a mass of gray mist, which disintegrated upon entering the tear!

In the next moment, several figures appeared in that tear.

Su Han saw clearly, there were six figures in total!

Moreover, they were real physical bodies, not illusions.

Among them, one Su Han was extremely familiar with, the Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm Avatar he had seen before.

"Master, you..."

Seeing this scene, Su Han couldn't help but look at the Eastern Ancestor, sadness in his eyes.

He had already guessed what the Eastern Ancestor intended to do.

"No worries!"

The Eastern Ancestor smiled at Su Han: "These six Avatars are the culmination of my years of effort. I originally intended to condense nine Avatars, to use the power of those nine to break through Heaven and Earth's shackles, reach the peak of Dragon Martial, and ascend to Dragon Venerate. But now... it seems that opportunity is lost."

"Old man, what are you planning? We can get out, you don't need to do this!"

The voice of the Northern Ancestor came, somewhat anxious: "If you really do this, the Dragon Venerate Gate may truly be out of reach!"

"No worries!"

The Eastern Ancestor smiled again, very calmly.

"The Dragon Venerate Gate, I don't worry about it because I have a good disciple!"

As he said this, he looked at Su Han.

Su Han didn't turn his head but took a deep breath, transmitting with Divine Sense: "Master uses the power of the Avatar to save my entire Phoenix Sect. I, Su Han, swear, even if it means piling resources, even if it means going to the ends of the Earth, stepping into the Eight Desolations, I must ensure Master reaches the Dragon Venerate Realm!"

"Hahaha, good!"

The Eastern Ancestor laughed heartily, hesitated no longer, extended his finger, and suddenly pointed at one specific Avatar.

This Avatar... was the one Su Han was most familiar with, the Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm Avatar!