Chapter 1396 - 1393: Too Deeply Veiled

The sea of corpses swept through like a storm, leaving no bones behind; no one could withstand it, even those of the Emperor Realm had to flee.

Shen Qian, Duan Xiaoxiao, and Master Wu were deep within the Secret Realm.

However, they were suddenly confronted by the army of the sea of corpses. Duan Xiaoxiao and Shen Qian were stunned!!

These corpse leaders were insanely mad, surging like waves.

Without a word, Master Wu took out a jade bottle and collected Duan Xiaoxiao and Shen Qian, then erupted with unprecedented speed to flee the scene.

"What the heck is going on?"

Master Wu was drenched in cold sweat, especially as he saw a group of purple-haired corpse leaders chasing after him, causing him to run for his life in terror.

Two days later.

The news of the corpse sea riot finally spread to the vicinity of the Secret Realm fissure.

"The corpse sea riot, too many people have died."

On the outskirts, an elderly Emperor Realm was the first to arrive. He was incredibly disheveled, having fled from deep within for two days and nights, finally reaching the outskirts, almost running to the point of suffocation.

He spoke in fear: "Quick, quickly, notify the Yin-Yang Saints, the corpse sea riot of the Secret Realm is about to break through."

Almost everyone was astonished and hurriedly asked: "Senior, what's going on?"

Behind the elderly Emperor Realm was a startling wound caused by the claw of a purple-haired corpse leader. In unbearable pain, he answered: "It's Chu Hao who triggered the corpse sea riot."

Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded and speechless; it was Chu Hao again.

An Emperor Realm shouted: "Everyone, be on guard, notify the Yin-Yang Saints, hurry!!"

Everyone on the outskirts moved, some panicked, wondering what kind of corpse sea army could make an Emperor Realm so afraid.

On the outskirts, several flying ships floated in the air.

Several Yin-Yang Saints appeared.

Behind them was a group of Yin-Yang Practitioners, all very powerful, with over a hundred in the Emperor Realm.

The King Realm consisted of several hundred people, while those in the Heavenly Master Realm all hid at the back because they could not deal with the corpse leaders of the Secret Realm.

Everyone watched the front nervously.

The Cloud Sea Saint barely escaped with his life; he almost hated Chu Hao to the core. Now, Chu Hao was causing an army of the corpse sea; this brat was simply insane.

One Yin-Yang Saint said: "It's our mistake for underestimating him; this brat is not simple."

The Cloud Sea Saint angrily said: "I swear I'll kill him."

A Sanctuary realm expert said: "We've pushed him too hard; this brat, having no way out, is bound to go mad."

Everyone was silent, witnessing the explosion of one person's desire for survival.

But in everyone's eyes, Chu Hao's actions left him without a way out unless he escaped from Tianqiong Province.

A red flying ship was also in the Secret Realm.

Su Yao stood on the deck, feeling very conflicted.

Upon learning that Chu Hao had caused the corpse sea riot, she couldn't help but sigh.

Su Yanran's enchanting eyes twinkled as she said: "This brat is truly insane, even more so than Luanxing God in his youth."

Luanxing God was also extremely wild in his youth, but even he wasn't as crazed as Chu Hao is now.

Chu Hao's repeated counterattacks left everyone surprised.

Su Yao sighed: "Indeed, he's a person who refuses to let his fate be controlled by others; my strategy failed."

Rumor has it that countless people died deep within, none survived.

All that is said to be Chu Hao's doing, but she was the real instigator, igniting the madness deep in Chu Hao's bones.

Su Yanran regretfully said: "What a pity; if someone like him could be brought back to cultivate at Tongtian Island, he'd be a true talent."

Su Yao said: "It's not impossible."

Su Yanran was surprised: "What, are you really thinking of taking him back to Tongtian Island?"

Su Yao said: "He's cornered, at least Tianqiong Province can't contain him anymore; bringing him back to Tongtian Island, why not?"

Su Yanran was speechless.

Indeed, Chu Hao's impression of Su Yao remained unchanged; if she saved him, maybe as Su Yao said, he could be of use to Tongtian Island.

Su Yanran lamented that Su Yao had become too scheming.

Su Yanran felt a bit sorry for Chu Hao, who knew nothing.

Time ticked slowly.

Finally, people saw a cluster of chaotic figures appearing behind the mountains.

Everyone's pupils contracted.

Su Yanran was also surprised: "Why are there so many?"

There were too many; across the mountains, they were everywhere, charging toward the outskirts.

An Emperor Realm said: "Activate the formation."

Symbols flickered across several flying ships, forming a massive wall of symbols, cloaking the fissures of the Secret Realm, intending to keep the corpse leaders from breaking out.

Although numerous, the Yin-Yang Practitioners of Tianqiong Province were no pushovers.

An elderly Emperor Realm stepped forward, grinning, having already set up Yin-Yang formations nearby, just waiting for the corpse sea to come.

The elderly Emperor Realm turned back respectfully and said: "Saint Fang Yun, I'll count on you later."

Saint Fang Yun of the Fire Nation nodded slightly.

Finally, the elderly Emperor Realm triggered the formation, unleashing a scorching blast around the mountain range.

With a whoosh, whirlwinds stirred the vicinity, forming one tornado after another.

The terrifying wind connected with the Void, sweeping up large amounts of debris and shards of primordial crystal stones, exploding with fiery flashes and sounds.

The hurricane grew more intense; some corpse leaders approached and were instantly swallowed up.

In no time, these corpse leaders were torn apart by the wind and debris.

The Yin-Yang Practitioners were elated; as expected of the high-grade formation masters of the Emperor Realm, making it difficult for the corpse leaders to breach.

The elderly Emperor Realm muttered: "Wonder if that brat Chu Hao happened to enter my master's formation; if so, he's in trouble."

The elderly Emperor Realm turned to Saint Fang Yun and said: "Saint, it's ready."

Fang Yun opened his eyes, and his pupils transformed, sparkling with a glow of nine-colored fire.

Immediately, Saint Fang Yun began forming seals, several curse marks shot into the sky with a palm strike.

The curse marks enlarged, nine-colored flames descended from the sky like a heavenly fissure, revealing a huge hole.

This scene amazed everyone.

The Sanctuary realm indeed acts extraordinarily.

The people of the Fire Nation were also elated, for he was their nation's Yin-Yang Saint.

Fang Yun's face was sullen; he wouldn't have acted if not for this emergency, as his injuries hadn't healed yet.

The terrifying Nine-Colored Separation Fire descended, swept up by the rampant wind, forming a fiery storm!

The entire mountain range was engulfed by the fiery storm, the corpse leaders consumed by it, each one turned to ashes.

The fiery storm lasted for a full ten minutes.

Finally, the storm weakened; looking again at the mountain range, there were no signs of the corpse leaders!!

Was the corpse sea army defeated?

Everyone cheered, constantly shouting the name of Saint Fang Yun.

Fang Yun snorted coldly, inspecting the mountain, searching for Chu Hao's figure.

He believed that this brat was cunning and definitely survived; he created the corpse sea riot intending to escape.

"Is it over?"

Someone chuckled: "The corpse sea wasn't that terrifying after all."

"Easy to say when our Saint Fang Yun took action; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easily resolved; the Nine-Colored Separation Fire is truly formidable."