Chapter 2738 Countless Casualties

"The Western Region’s space has a powerful barrier set up. This is the aura of the Golden Crow Clan Leader. No wonder something this big happened and no one in the Holy Realm noticed."

Sensing carefully, Feng Wuchen detected that the Western Region’s space was covered by a barrier.

"Supreme Lord, the Western Region teleportation gate only allows entry, not exit. It’s already under the control of the Golden Crow Clan." Shura Venerable said respectfully.

"As long as entry is allowed, that’s fine. Let’s go, we’ll take a look at the Western Region." Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile. With a light wave of his hand, he took Shura Venerable and in an instant appeared at the Profound Holy Realm’s teleportation gate.

"Supreme Lord, j-just the two of us? The Golden Crow Clan’s strength is terrifying, and every True Immortal expert they have is stronger than Dragon Ancestor and the others." Shura Venerable asked in fright, staring stiffly at Feng Wuchen.

Though Shura Venerable knew the mysterious power within Feng Wuchen’s body was extremely terrifying, in his view it was only somewhat stronger than Long Shi Hun and the rest, absolutely impossible to contend with the Golden Crow Clan.

Feng Wuchen had once given Shura Venerable a chance to live; how could he possibly harm Feng Wuchen?

"Let’s go." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly, unconcerned.

They stepped into the teleportation gate, and within a few seconds Feng Wuchen and Shura Venerable had arrived at the Western Region’s teleportation gate.

An eerie, resentment-laden aura rushed toward them. The Western Region’s space was dim and gloomy, as if they had stepped into hell.

"The aura has completely changed. This sinister aura, this heavy stench of blood... has the Western Region already become like this?" Feng Wuchen slightly furrowed his brows; it was like a different world entirely.

Shura Venerable said in grief and anger, "Supreme Lord, the Western Region has already turned into hell."

"Welcome to the territory of the Golden Crow Clan." From the True Immortal expert guarding the Western Region’s teleportation gate came a mocking, icy chuckle.

"Supreme Lord, he’s a True Immortal expert of the Golden Crow Clan!" Shura Venerable cried out in terror, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling.

Feng Wuchen cast him a cold glance and didn’t take it to heart at all.

"Now that you’ve come to the Golden Crow Clan’s territory, don’t think about leaving." The Golden Crow Clan True Immortal sneered playfully, his expression incomparably arrogant.

"Annihilate!"

Feng Wuchen slowly raised his hand, his palm facing the Golden Crow expert. With a low shout, the Golden Crow expert instantly turned into countless motes of light and scattered.

Reduced to ashes.

"..." Shura Venerable was scared silly, his soul nearly leaving his body.

What kind of terrifying power was this?

A True Immortal expert even more terrifying than Long Shi Hun, and with just a light shout Feng Wuchen could turn him to dust.

"Just how terrifying is Supreme Lord’s strength?" Shura Venerable was filled with extreme fear, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Feng Wuchen slowly closed his eyes, sensing the entire Western Region’s space.

All kinds of cries for help, screams, wails... endless terror and despair. Innumerable cultivators injured, dead, and aged. Cold-blooded ruthlessness was being displayed by the Golden Crow Clan to the fullest.

"All this just to break through to Nine-Star True Immortal?" A towering fury surged in Feng Wuchen’s heart.

"The auras of Shadow Demon Ancestor, that old ghost Yan Ming, and the others have all vanished. The Saintly Honor experts of the Western Region are almost extinct, there are very few Saint Emperor experts left, and the cultivators slaughtered are beyond counting. Either their blood essence was Devoured, or their life source was Devoured, or both were Devoured together." As Feng Wuchen sensed, he spoke, his face growing increasingly grim.

"..." Shura Venerable was directly stunned on the spot.

"All forces large and small in the Western Region, even third-rate powers, have suffered devastating blows. Everything is already far too late." Feng Wuchen shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

It wasn’t that Feng Wuchen and the others had come too late.

It was that the Golden Crow Clan had moved too fast.

Faced with the Golden Crow Clan’s True Immortal experts, the various forces and countless cultivators in the Western Region simply had no power to resist.

To Devour blood essence and life source was as easy as turning a hand for a True Immortal.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Wuchen took Shura Venerable and instantly arrived at the Lifesoul Profound Palace.

The once-imposing palace had been razed to the ground. The experts of the Lifesoul Profound Palace had all vanished, leaving behind only a vast field of corpses and wounded.

Whether corpses or injured, their blood essence and life source had all been Devoured, and every face was marked by extreme old age.

"Shura Venerable, the... the Hall Master and the elders have all been captured." A gravely wounded Saint Emperor said with difficulty, his pale, withered face full of fear.

"Supreme of the Dragon God Clan!" The moment they saw Feng Wuchen, the survivors of the Lifesoul Profound Palace were all shocked.

A sliver of hope suddenly ignited in their hearts.

"Supreme Lord, please save us, we don’t want to die yet."

"Supreme Lord, our blood essence and life source have all been Devoured. We beg Supreme Lord to save us."

"Supreme Lord, save us!"

Everyone knelt down and begged.

"Supreme Lord, can they still be saved?" Looking at the grievously wounded, Shura Venerable forced down his grief and asked. The moment the words left his mouth, he realized something.

Feng Wuchen didn’t answer. Even if he could save them, he didn’t want to waste time, nor did he want to expend Soul Power. After all, they had nothing to do with him.

Besides, the Lifesoul Profound Palace was a subordinate force of the Demon Clan.

Since they were enemies, their life or death was naturally none of Feng Wuchen’s concern.

"You stay and look after them. I’m going to check the other places." Feng Wuchen said indifferently, and his figure flickered and vanished.

Feng Wuchen looked around in all directions, and every force had met the same end.

Even children were not spared. Teenagers of seventeen or eighteen looked like fifty- or sixty-year-old elders.

The Golden Crow Clan’s vicious cruelty exceeded Feng Wuchen’s imagination.

"Hm? They’re still slaughtering?" Feng Wuchen suddenly frowned, his gaze turning left as his figure instantly flashed away.

When Feng Wuchen appeared again, he was already high above a city.

Within the city, three True Immortal experts were wantonly stripping massive numbers of cultivators of their blood essence and life source, ignoring their pleas for mercy.

Screams rang out incessantly as swathes of cultivators collapsed one after another, their faces aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Utterly inhuman. They can even absorb life source—have they all cultivated the Lifesoul Profound Palace’s Cultivation Technique?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

Feng Wuchen could no longer bear watching. He immediately bellowed in fury, "Stop!"

His furious shout resounded through the entire city, carrying with it a terrifying aura and pressure that gave people a sense of absolute invincibility.

The sudden roar instantly silenced the city. All eyes turned toward the void.

"Oh? There’s actually someone who dares tell us to stop?" One True Immortal sneered playfully, his cold, vicious gaze lifting toward the sky above the city.

"Quite the guts, daring to meddle in our Golden Crow Clan’s affairs?" Another True Immortal sneered disdainfully.

However, when they raised their heads and saw Feng Wuchen, in that instant they were scared out of their wits. The mockery and disdain on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by boundless terror.

"F-Feng... Feng Wuchen!" The three True Immortal experts trembled all over, cold sweat pouring down.