Frozen!!
The boundless blood sea was being frozen at an alarming speed.
The Icefire Divine Dragon, unleashing its divine powers with strength that utterly exceeded the Yang God realm, brought forth a phenomenal transformation. The power of frost was tyrannical and unparalleled—every drop of blood water was wildly frozen, locked in layers of solid ice.
Even the demonic spirits entrenched within the blood sea couldn't escape in time. One after another, they were swallowed by the frost and sealed in ice. The freezing even spread rapidly toward the Demonic Banner of Evil Blood, threatening to encase it entirely.
When Holy Son of the Blood Spirit saw this, his face drastically changed.
Without hesitation, he frantically waved the Demonic Banner of Evil Blood. Waves of blood-colored light surged outward like stormy waves in a sea. Within these blood waves pulsed a bizarre and wicked force. Inch by inch, the frozen blood sea was shattered and reverted to liquid form. Yet, in that moment, the frozen surface suddenly exploded—as if each blood-ice crystal contained a violently destructive power.
Boom!!!
The Icefire Divine Dragon's strike was not merely about freezing.
The fusion of ice and fire was embedded within the blood-ice itself. The result was akin to the very first batch of rune bombs ever created: ice and fire energies hiding in fragile balance, waiting to explode. Once that balance was disturbed, the collision of ice and fire birthed a terrifying force of annihilation—a cataclysmic destruction, capable of obliterating everything in sight.
Now, as unleashed by the Icefire Divine Dragon, the annihilation force produced was many times stronger than the original rune bombs—especially since the icefire energy carried ninefold explosive force. Upon detonation, the destructive power instantly surpassed even the limits of the True Spirit Realm. Huge swathes of the blood sea, entire sections of blood water, were obliterated under the might of annihilation, vanishing in an instant.
Ice and fire were already terrifying, and once amplified ninefold, the resulting might was utterly irresistible—brutal to the extreme, surpassing the realm of True Spirits. It existed for one purpose: destruction.
With the blood sea enshrouding the Void Arena, this explosion turned the entire arena into a horrifying furnace of destruction. Red and blue divine radiance intertwined, completely engulfing the arena.
"Damn it!!"
Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's face twisted in horror. He transformed into a streak of blood light and tried to escape. Even as blood light, he was still being bombarded by the annihilation force. The blood light flickered violently, weakening bit by bit. Fortunately, the Demonic Banner of Evil Blood protected him, sending forth demonic spirits to intercept the surrounding icefire annihilation.
In mere moments, he broke out of the arena.
As he emerged, his form appeared utterly disheveled—beaten and battered, like he had been ravaged hundreds of times over. His face was pale, tinged with a dark blue hue, his shame and humiliation beyond words.
"Hmph!!"
The Holy Son of the Blood Spirit covered his face and turned into a blood light, fleeing into the distance. He had no face left to show.
"Cowardly rat. The Eternal Night is full of such spineless creatures. Truly an eye-opening experience for this Emperor. Avoiding misfortune and seeking advantage—indeed, the Eternal Night's natural instinct. Faced with danger, all you do is run, run, and run. What a fine breed of cowards Eternal Night produces."
Yi Tianxing watched the fleeing figure with a sneer full of scorn.
Cowardly Heaven's Pride?
The words caused the faces of the many hidden Eternal Night geniuses to change drastically, anger swelling in their hearts. If such a reputation spread, the entire Eternal Night's face would be lost. Not only would they be publicly shamed, but they'd stain the name of the Eternal Night forever—becoming infamous across the realms.
"So venomous!"
"So ruthless!"
These Eternal Night geniuses were no fools. They immediately realized Yi Tianxing's true intention—his words were meant to force them into a corner. If they stepped onto the arena, they could no longer flee. They had to fight to the death—either win, or die on the spot. Unless they possessed a death-substitution treasure, there would be no escape. And even using such a treasure would still come at a heavy loss.
Death-substitution treasures, capable of saving even True Spirit Realm cultivators, were beyond precious—immeasurable in value.
This was a calculated trap—and one they couldn't afford to refuse.
Unless the Eternal Night wanted to earn its coward's title, they had no choice but to accept. Even knowing it was a trap, they had to walk into it. The pressure of public reputation left them no room to retreat.
If they dared to flee, other Eternal Night geniuses might kill them on the spot—no mercy given, for such cowardice tainted the whole Eternal Night.
Reputation was more important than life.
"We Eternal Night geniuses are not yours to judge. Let me show you what we're made of!"
A cold voice echoed from the void. A moment later, a blood-red coffin descended onto the Void Arena. This coffin was engraved with ancient, sinister, blood-colored demonic runes, writhing as though alive—sometimes twisting into ghost faces, hideous and terrifying.
Even more chilling were the numerous bloody evil eyes on the coffin's surface. Each one gleamed with an unsettling aura, sending shivers down the spine.
A truly fearsome ominous artifact.
The coffin was cast from an unknown, eerie blood copper.
"It's the Evil-Eyed Corpse Emperor! He's making a move. Perfect. With him here, Emperor Yi will finally taste Eternal Night's true power. He's an ominous one, born of the Land of Misfortune!"
"Exactly. The Corpse Emperor's strength is unfathomable. No one knows his realm or his powers. Everyone who has faced him vanished—erased without a trace."
"That coffin is his Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin, a supreme demonic treasure said to have bathed in the blood and souls of countless beings over an entire era. It is an ominous weapon of legend. Just seeing it brings misfortune. It radiates a curse—a harbinger of doom."
This was one of the Eternal Night's most terrifying Heaven's Pride.
No one had seen the Evil-Eyed Corpse Emperor's true form—not his face, not even his gender. Only his terrifying reputation remained.
He was a taboo, a monster among geniuses.
Even other geniuses feared to challenge him.
Now that he had emerged, the Eternal Night side was elated. A True Spirit-level freak had stepped onto the battlefield. No matter how powerful Yi Tianxing was, even with Heaven's suppression of Eternal Night, he couldn't bridge the gap of cultivation. In their eyes, the Corpse Emperor had at least an 80% chance of victory—perhaps more.
"That coffin looks good. I think I'll keep it—as a burial gift for the Eternal Night's geniuses."
Yi Tianxing narrowed his eyes. From that Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin, he felt a profound threat—a lethal danger. It wasn't a hallucination. He could tell that someone truly terrifying lurked inside.
But he wasn't surprised.
With Eternal Night's champions continuously slain, they were bound to send in a real monster eventually. If they didn't, they'd truly be fools.
"This coffin shall be your farewell gift, Emperor Yi."
A sinister face appeared on the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin, its voice genderless and cold. Malice radiated from every syllable.
"By decree—let divine thunder be the blade that strikes down all evil!!"
Yi Tianxing tapped the jade belt at his waist, releasing radiant light, and spoke a solemn command.
Boom!!!
Instantly, above the Void Arena, a fearsome thundercloud appeared. From it surged a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation Force, pulsing with infinite destructive intent.
This was Heaven's Judgment.
By royal decree, Heaven's Thunder Punishment took shape.
At once, the thundercloud condensed into a golden blade of heavenly lightning. The divine blade was wreathed in endless arcs of electricity, surging with power. In a flash, it stretched across the sky, a godly weapon that even innate spiritual treasures paled before.
This Thunderblade, born of tribulation force, carried unimaginable destructive might.
Countless cultivators watching could feel it—it surpassed even the True Spirit Realm, touching an even higher level of existence.
Then—the blade struck.
With impossible speed, it slashed toward the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin.
A direct hit.
At that moment, countless bolts of tribulation lightning exploded, storming the coffin, trying to cut it in half, to annihilate it entirely.
Fierce and domineering.
Yet—
From the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin, the wicked eyes emitted eerie laughter. The dense tribulation lightning didn't shatter it—instead, the coffin released a silent devouring force, swallowing the lightning whole. Even the mighty thunderblade was dragged inside by a twisting evil eye.