Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 3031: Slaughter (2)

Chapter 3031: Slaughter (2)

Long Chen took a step forward, the Uncreation aura around him pulsing hungrily. “Your ’Seven Phoenixes Seeking the Sun’ has a fatal flaw in its energy convergence point. I could unmake it with a thought. Your Divine Phoenix Nirvana rebirth? It requires a stable anchor of life energy. I can sever that anchor before the first flame even sparks.”

He gestured around at the fallen. “Their techniques? Their weaknesses? I know them all. This wasn’t a battle. It was a dissection.”

The truth was a more devastating blow than any physical attack. They hadn’t just been betrayed; they had been studied, cataloged, and dismantled by enemies who had shared their meals and their laughter.

While Long Chen reveled in his revelation, Qian Jinglei had already turned away, her focus absolute. The Gate of Beyond Heaven was the true objective. She floated towards the massive, ancient archway, its surface etched with runes of sealing and protection that glowed with a faint, desperate light against the encroaching darkness.

“Stop her!” Long Xi roared, forcing her battered body upright. She gathered the remnants of her light, a flickering, determined star against the overwhelming void.

Long Qinxuan, clutching her wounded side, did the same, her azure light mixing with Long Xi’s pure white. Together, they shot towards Qian Jinglei, a final, desperate spear of light.

Qian Jinglei didn’t even bother to look back.

“Insects,” she uttered, her voice devoid of any emotion. She simply waved her hand behind her, as if swatting a fly.

A wall of Uncreation erupted, not as a wave, but as a flat, absolute plane of nothingness. The two dragons, moving at incredible speed, hit it head-on.

There was no impact, only erasure.

Their brilliant light was snuffed out the moment it touched the wall. The force of their charge was negated, utterly. It was like flying into a mountain that hadn’t been there a moment before.

Bones groaned and scales cracked from the sudden, absolute stop. They were thrown back, their bodies ragdolling across the ravaged ground, their auras dimmed to near extinction.

The path was clear. Qian Jinglei reached the Gate. She placed a pale hand on its cold surface. The ancient runes flared, resisting her touch, but the Uncreation energy seeping from her fingers began to corrupt them, turning their golden light a sickly, dying black.

“Everyone, kill!”

Seeing their leaders fall, a final wave of defenders charged—a mix of Dragon Clan warriors, Wood Spirits, and other inhabitants of the Land. It was a charge of pure sacrifice, a hope to delay the inevitable even for a second.

“Tsk. A bunch of ants.”

Long Chen turned to meet them, a predator finally unleashed upon the herd. He didn’t use complex techniques. He simply moved. His hands, sheathed in Uncreation, became the most terrifying weapons.

Where he pointed, a warrior would simply cease to exist, a hole punched into reality. Where he grasped, a spiritual weapon would crumble to dust. He moved through them like a scythe through wheat, his movements efficient, brutal, and utterly devoid of mercy.

The Uncreation energy feasted on the death and despair, making him stronger with every life he took.

It was a one-sided massacre. The sanctuary’s soil, once blessed, was now fertilized with the blood of its guardians.

Just as Long Chen was about to join Qian Jinglei at the Gate, a voice, young but filled with an ancient, unwavering resolve, rang out.

“Stop!”

A small figure stepped out from behind the roots of the Tree of Life. It was Gui Xuan, his black-greenish eyes burning with a light that belied his childish form. Fear was on his face, but it was overshadowed by a determination to protect his home.

“Stay here!” he shouted, slamming his hands together.

Buzz—

Runes the color of deep jade and weathered turtle shell erupted from his body, swirling in the air before coalescing into a massive, hexagonal barrier between the traitors and the Gate.

It hummed with the power of ultimate defense, the concept of unbreakable earth and impenetrable shell given form. It was the true power of the Black Turtle God.

Long Chen, his hand raised to casually unmake another warrior, paused. He looked at the barrier, then at the little boy, and raised a brow slightly. A sneer twisted his lips.

“The Black Turtle God?” he mocked, his voice dripping with contempt. “A relic of a bygone age. Do you really think this can block me?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He clenched his fist, and the terrifying aura of Uncreation coalesced around it, a vortex of absolute nullity that seemed to devour the light and sound around it.

He threw a single, straight punch.

There was no technique, no finesse. It was raw, overwhelming power against the concept of ultimate defense.

The Uncreation-enshrouded fist struck the green barrier.

BOOOOM!

The sound was not of shattering, but of the universe itself groaning in protest. The barrier held for a single, straining heartbeat, its green light flaring brilliantly against the all-consuming blackness. Cracks, like spiderwebs of darkness, instantly spread across its surface.

Then, with a sound that was both a roar and a whimper, the legendary defense exploded inward. The powerful green light was utterly extinguished, unmade into nothingness.

“Ugh!”

The backlash was immediate and violent. Gui Xuan’s small body convulsed as if every bone had shattered simultaneously. His eyes flew wide open, not with pain, but with the shock of his divine power being so utterly violated.

Puff!

A torrent of blood erupted from Gui Xuan’s mouth, and he crumpled to the ground like a broken doll, completely unconscious, his life force flickering dangerously low.

“Little Master!!”

A scream, raw with panic and maternal fury, tore through the chaos. Zhang Yu, who had been desperately helping the wounded, saw her beloved Little Master fall. All thought of strategy, all sense of self-preservation, vanished. Her form blurred and then exploded outwards.

Where the beautiful, worried woman had stood, a monstrous leviathan now appeared. Zhang Yu’s true form—the Abyssal Kraken.

A colossal body, darker than a moonless night at the bottom of the sea, surged forth. Dozens of enormous, whip-like tentacles, each thick as ancient trees and lined with cruel, hooked suckers, lashed out at Long Chen with enough force to crush mountains.

The air grew heavy and damp, filled with the primal roar of the abyss.

“DIE!”