#723 - Chapter 723: Battle of the Bai Tribe

"Hurry and rescue these disciples who are restrained! I'll be right back," Lin Yaoyao said, enduring the sharp pain in her body, her eyes fixed on the direction the Yue Emperor fled.

"Senior Sister, aren't you injured? Where are you going?" Xiaoqing, always more observant, noticed Lin Yaoyao's furrowed brow and guessed she was hurt.

"Never mind me, just do as I said!" Lin Yaoyao, seeing the Yue Emperor's figure almost disappearing, anxiously snapped out the order and rushed off.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Yue Emperor, entangled by the Ancient Elven God Tree, began to struggle desperately. Waves of terrifying energy erupted from his body, attempting to break the tree's hold.

However, the Ancient God Tree of the Elves was an ancient life form that existed since the primordial era. Its power could not be described with ordinary terms like branches.

At this moment, it had wrapped all its branches around the Otherworld Yue Emperor, binding the Saint Emperor into a massive cocoon. No matter how hard the Saint Emperor struggled, he couldn't break free from the Ancient Elven God Tree's restraints.

The vast life force within him was continuously being absorbed by the Ancient Elven God Tree.

The demon race was the same, with several Saint Emperors, even a dozen, joining forces to entangle one Saint Emperor from the Otherworld.

However, there was a very large gap between Saint Emperors and Saint Emperors. Even so, they were no match. Everyone was covered in wounds, while the Otherworld Saint Emperors were injured very, very little.

At the rear of the Hundred Races, there was a group of people shrouded in gray cloaks gathered together. They were not numerous, only a few hundred, but not all of them were Saint Emperors. Interspersed among them were many individuals in the Shackles Realm and Qi Refining Realm.

At this moment, they were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, forming a strange formation, their hands forming seals, chanting incantations.

These were the Witch Demon race of the Hundred Races. Their combat strength was not strong. Now, the entire clan had only less than a thousand people left, and they were known for their curse techniques.

"Hongtian Annihilation!" Suddenly, all the Witch Demon race members shouted in unison, their voices hoarse, but filled with an infinite witch power that even overshadowed the deafening battle cries in the field.

An strange ripple emanated from each member of the Witch Demon race, eventually condensing into a long sword that shot towards one of the Otherworld Saint Emperors.

This ripple seemed to traverse space, cross time, and pierced the chest of the Otherworld Saint Emperor in an instant.

The Saint Emperor's body suddenly stiffened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as if struck by a heavy blow. Cracks appeared on his body like on porcelain, and he was covered in blood in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the fierce attacks of several demon warriors struck the Saint Emperor's body, instantly shattering the Otherworld Saint Emperor's body, leaving only the nascent soul alive, revealing a look of horror.

However, before his nascent soul could escape, it was split in half by a demon warrior, body and soul destroyed.

On the Hundred Races' battlefield, there were also two figures hidden in the void, without any aura emanating, completely untraceable. Even Saint Emperors could hardly detect their existence.

Even when space was violently shaking, it could not force out their figures. These two were dressed in silver robes, with slender figures, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, always silently appearing behind enemies when they were caught off guard, and then delivering a fatal blow.

These were people from the Demonic Sect. They once had a glorious past, but now they had declined. The entire clan had only a few dozen people left, almost extinct, and these two were the strongest two kings in the Demonic Sect, with strengths at the Quasi-Emperor Realm and the late Shackles Realm, respectively.

The earth was trembling violently. Several stone giants, each hundreds of meters tall, stood on the earth, confronting the Otherworld's puppet soldiers. Although their bodies, composed of mountain rocks, were incredibly hard, they could not withstand the attacks of Saint Emperor-level experts. Every attack from the Otherworld puppet soldiers on their bodies could crack a large piece of stone, or even pierce through their bodies.

However, these stone giants were also extraordinary.

They had no flesh and blood, and their vitality was extremely strong. Their bodies were reorganized again and again. Although they looked battered and miserable, their combat power did not decrease by half.

The Sea Demon race was the most miserable. They were released by Ye Kong to help Little White and the others.

However, they had been immersed in the Bitter Sea for countless days, and had long lost their original combat power.

They directly endured the attacks of several puppet soldiers from the Otherworld. After only a short battle, five Sea Demons had already fallen, three of whom had their bodies and souls destroyed, and only two of their nascent souls escaped.

The three armored warriors of the Beast race fought on the front line. Their strength was very powerful, and with the bodies of magical beasts, their physical defense was extremely strong. In one-on-one situations, few of the puppet soldiers were their opponents.

It was not to say that the puppet soldiers' Saint Emperor strength was weak, but that the three Saint Emperors of the Beast race had reached a higher level in this realm. Their own realm was stronger than the puppet soldiers, so they could suppress them.

On Xiaoyao Peak's side, led by Little White, their moves were fierce, fighting with the puppet soldiers.

At first, they had the upper hand, but the puppet soldiers of the Otherworld were originally transformed from the soul-nourishing of the Luo Emperor's clone, so their realm was much higher than theirs.

As time passed, Little White, Ye Xiaoyao, and Ye Wuxin, who had killed the most enemies, were also covered in blood and seriously injured, because the three of them were resisting thousands of puppet soldiers.

The battle here was earth-shattering, the sun and moon were dim, and there were not many intact places left on the earth. Countless bottomless pits appeared, with faint heat emanating from them, already close to the magma layer deep underground.

The entire Immortal Realm Continent was shaking violently. In Nanyun Continent, the epicenter of the war, the land was facing the crisis of fragmentation. Black ravines stretched endlessly in the void, and spatial cracks could not be closed for a long time.