Chapter 652 - 39.8 Billion

“Anyone can run their mouth,” the Celestial Nether Saint King said, his eyes filled with disdain. “And you’re the perfect proof. Your strength is decent, but I still have you completely suppressed! If you had just cultivated a bit longer before showing your face, you might have stood a chance. It’s a shame, because now you’re dead for sure!”

The Evil Spirit Race Bloodline within him surged, and his entire body erupted in a golden radiance, making him look like some righteous hero. But in reality, his heart was incomparably foul; he was a fiend who massacred people as if they were nothing!

To achieve his goals, he would spare no one—not the innocent, not even a newborn baby.

“No, *you’re* the one who’s dead!”

Yi Tianyun’s eyes glinted. He didn’t rush to attack. Instead, he was frantically selling off his possessions, as if pawning everything he owned. He sold all the duplicate Martial Arts scrolls and low-grade weapons from his inventory!

He had previously spent too much Madness Value on Experience Cards, leaving his reserves severely depleted. He no longer had the fifty million points he needed. Fortunately, he had earned a lot before, so he was only short by a few million and could quickly make up the difference.

“Me? Dead?” The Celestial Nether Saint King’s voice was low. “You really are full of yourself. It’s time to end this; stop wasting my time. However, I won’t finish you off quickly. I’m going to make you understand what death truly feels like!”

Since Yi Tianyun had destroyed one of his souls, the King would never let him off easily. He would undoubtedly torture him at length before delivering the final blow. How else could he quell the rage in his heart?

Seeing the state of the battle, the crowd grew anxious, feeling that the odds of victory were slim.

“The three of us can’t just stand by. We must prepare to risk everything, to burn away our lives…”

The three ancestors had no intention of just watching. If they stood by while an outsider fought for them, what would become of their dignity as ancestors of the Phoenix Race? More importantly, Yi Tianyun was clearly under immense pressure and seemed to be struggling.

Their only choice was to prepare to sacrifice themselves to help Yi Tianyun defeat the Celestial Nether Saint King! It was the worst possible option, but also the only one they had left.

“Celestial Nether Saint King, don’t you dare underestimate the Phoenix Race!” the three ancestors roared. A phoenix’s cry echoed from deep within them as their Essence Blood began to burn wildly. In an instant, their bodies were covered in feathers—a clear sign of atavism.

At the same time, the terrifying Nirvana Fire erupted and enveloped them. Their Combat Power skyrocketed, growing stronger by the second!

“Ancestors…” Bai Shuihuang and the others cried out in alarm, but they swallowed the rest of their words. At this point, it was the only way. If they didn’t go all out, death was their only path.

But even in death, they would at least be defending the dignity of the Phoenix Race, not cowering on the sidelines like cowards. That was not the way of the Phoenix Race!

“If your ancient ancestors were resurrected, they might pose a threat. But you? You three pieces of trash think you can stop me?” the Celestial Nether Saint King sneered. “Fine. I’ll just kill the three of you first and prove to the Phoenix Race that all resistance is futile!”

“Don’t attack! Let me handle him!” Yi Tianyun motioned for them to stop. He could sense that the three ancestors were preparing to sacrifice their lives, a choice from which there would be no return.

“But…” The three ancestors paused, stunned. They believed Yi Tianyun couldn’t possibly defeat the Celestial Nether Saint King, which was why they had resorted to this option.

“Relax,” Yi Tianyun said, his expression brimming with confidence. “Handling him won’t be a problem at all.”

“Oh? Still trying to play the hero, even when you’re at death’s door? It seems you truly don’t grasp the chasm between our power,” the Celestial Nether Saint King said coolly, his gaze shifting to Yi Tianyun. “But if you insist on being a hero, then I’ll indulge you. I’ll teach you that a hero without strength is nothing but a fool!”

The Celestial Nether Saint King took a step into the Void, his Golden Body blazing, and charged straight for Yi Tianyun.

Yi Tianyun’s pupils resembled a night sky, dotted with countless stars and filled with a hopeful light.

‘Upgrade Madness Mode!’

“Ding! Successfully deducted fifty million Madness Value points. Madness Mode has been upgraded to Level 5!”

“Ding! Madness Mode has been upgraded. The next level will require five hundred million Madness Value points!”

“Madness Mode: Damage increased to 32x. Kill experience increased to 32x. Alchemy speed and other modes increased to 32x speed. Madness Value gain increased to 5x. Sin Value gain increased to 5x!”

The numbers weren’t a mistake. A full thirty-two-times damage multiplier—a figure horrifying just to contemplate. The previous sixteen-times multiplier had been stunning enough, but now it had doubled again to an unbelievable thirty-two times!

“Help him!”

The three ancestors didn’t listen to Yi Tianyun’s words or stand down. They could all see the massive gap in power. If they allowed Yi Tianyun to face this alone, he would surely die.

They didn’t want Yi Tianyun to die, even though this was the first time they had ever met him. The reason was simple: he had already done so much for the Phoenix Race.

If Yi Tianyun could escape, he would surely grow into an even more formidable Cultivator in the future. Whether he would avenge them was another matter, but at least someone would exist who could one day put a stop to the Celestial Nether Saint King.

“You’re the fool…”

“Mad Damage Mode, activate!”

With a low roar, an explosive power erupted from within him. The ground beneath his feet instantly disintegrated into dust. The very earth seemed to tremble at his might as a terrifying force surged outward through the ground.

Simply by standing there, he made the world itself tremble!

20 Billion!

22 Billion!

25 Billion!

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30 Billion!

32 Billion!

33 Billion!

35 Billion!

39.8 Billion!

His Combat Power finally stopped climbing at 39.8 billion—a full 20 billion points higher than before. Under the pressure of this terrifying power, his eyes shone with a dazzling light, and even his skin began to emit a faint black sheen that looked like a subtle glimmer.

Inside, however, a world-shaking transformation was underway. A terrifying power was being compressed within his physical form, and when it was finally unleashed, it would be enough to shatter the heavens and extinguish the earth!

“Descent of the Evil God!”

The black, fiery wings on Yi Tianyun’s back instantly transformed into a wave of black light that swept out in all directions! Everywhere it touched was instantly incinerated, and it even seemed capable of burning a hole through space itself.

Only as the Celestial Nether Saint King lunged did he realize something was terribly wrong, but it was already too late. The seemingly ordinary black light had already enveloped him.

The moment the light touched his giant golden hand, the hand was instantly burned to charcoal, then vaporized. It became a wisp of golden smoke that drifted upward, only to be devoured by the encroaching black light an instant later.

It was a terrifying power that no one could possibly withstand…