My gorgeous wife Chapter 1986 - 1954: Terrifying Enemy

Screams cascaded, the sound reverberating without end.

Following a period of intense slaughter, the rate of fatalities began to escalate dramatically.

Even so, powerful cultivators persisted in their savage confrontations, their eyes bloodshot and unfocused. The precise nature of what they perceived within the Illusion Array remained a mystery, yet it propelled them into desperate combat.

Meanwhile, Li Chen's assembled group maintained a discreet presence in a secluded area under his protective aura, employing the Concealment Formation to obscure their surroundings.

"Old He! Quickly... flee!" A formidable cultivator, regaining a sliver of awareness moments before his demise, grasped his companion who had attacked him and managed to utter these words with great effort.

However, the companion displayed no sign of recognition, proceeding to tear apart his body and Primordial Spirit, then continuing his assault on other cultivators.

Roars, shrieks, and lamentations mingled, filling the heavens and the earth.

The entirety of the sealed realm was awash in crimson hues.

Certain cultivators, possessing high cultivation and resolute willpower, managed to extricate themselves from the illusory depths of the Illusion Array, driven by a desire to escape. Yet, their hopes were dashed by the formidable seal encompassing them. Despite their suppressed cultivation levels, the Great Formation proved unbreakable.

They desperately sought out Li Chen, pleading for his mercy, only to discover that he and his entourage had inexplicably vanished within the formation's confines.

Consumed by despair, they were subsequently harried by those still ensnared by the illusion, ultimately succumbing and falling back into the illusory realm amidst the chaotic melee.

Observing the gruesome tableau of piled corpses and dismembered body parts, Li Chen's countenance remained composed. He gently enfolded Tian Yi, who stood beside him, shielding the youth's eyes from the horrific spectacle.

In his other hand, Li Chen held Yang Xin's visibly pale hand.

Although Yang Xin held the status of an Immortal King, her existence had largely been dedicated to rigorous closed-door cultivation, leaving her with minimal exposure to genuine hardship. Witnessing such a ghastly scene induced a wave of nausea within her.

Nevertheless, she gripped Li Chen's hand with unwavering strength, consciously resisting the urge to avert her gaze. Instead, she compelled herself to confront the unfolding brutality.

She recognized the profound difference between herself and Li Chen; upon her arrival in the Immortal Domain, she had been immediately brought to the Mo clan, where she was nurtured as a prodigy.

Li Chen, conversely, had clawed his way up from the most rudimentary origins, ceaselessly battling his ascent.

When juxtaposed with the immense trials he had endured, the current situation was something she could reasonably withstand.

Gazing at Li Chen, Yang Xin's expression softened considerably.

She could readily fathom how Li Chen's steadfast demeanor had been forged in the crucible of relentless trials and tribulations.

The other martial artists from the Heaven Realm, observing this grim display, could not suppress a collective shudder, regarding Li Chen with a measure of awe.

What truly signifies the elimination of formidable adversaries amidst laughter and jest?

This very moment embodies it!

Without even lifting a finger, he had deployed a Supreme Treasure, causing those who intended to unite against him to turn upon one another in a bloodbath, leaving the ground strewn with corpses and shattered bones, all while he remained untouched by any bloodshed.

They finally grasped the true caliber of the individual known as the Red Dust Heavenly King.

The Mad Celestial Sovereign's reputation had reverberated throughout the Borderlands, his power acknowledged as immense.

However, the Red Dust Heavenly King presented before them was an even more chilling figure, capable of orchestrating the annihilation of his foes through mutual slaughter without exerting any personal effort.

Such an unfathomably potent being inspires far greater dread than a figure of undeniable might like the Mad Celestial Sovereign!

Li Chen maintained an undisturbed composure.

Both his gaze and his heart were remarkably serene.

He had borne witness to such scenes countless times before.

Far too many times.

In comparison to the Remnant Cloud Forest, and even the Immortal Treasure Realm, this unfolding event registered merely as a minor spectacle.

The aggregate number of those who had conspired to besiege him barely reached a few hundred.

This figure was insignificant when measured against the innumerable Demon Realm armies encountered in the Remnant Cloud Forest.

Not long prior, within the dreamscape of Eternity, he had glimpsed the legendary conflict that shattered the Seven Realms. Compared to the immeasurable number of cultivators who perished then, what significance did this hold?

Having navigated through numerous perilous situations and death-defying grounds, this scene failed to leave any discernible imprint upon him.

The constant exposure to death served to numb the senses.

For he understood that if these individuals did not perish, he most certainly would.

In this dire predicament of life and death, he had no alternative.

He was compelled to persevere for the sake of those awaiting him! He was, in his own way, a selfish being; if he refused to die, then others must inevitably do so in his stead!

After a considerable duration.

As the terrifying massacre gradually subsided, a mere two or three individuals remained standing within the formation, barely clinging to life.

However, they were utterly drenched in blood, grievously wounded to the point of irreparable damage.

Only upon reaching the twilight of their existence did they finally awaken, ceasing their futile struggles, and stood in solemn silence, their expressions muted as they surveyed the scattered corpses.

They came to the stark realization that they had been decisively vanquished, their efforts yielding absolutely nothing.

Without the personal intervention of the Red Dust Heavenly King, they had already suffered an overwhelming defeat.

"Ceasing the hostilities?" a calm, indifferent voice inquired.

Li Chen emerged from the Concealment Formation in the corner, leading his group. He serenely confronted the dwindling number of cultivators.

Among the assembled attackers, those with the highest cultivation and most formidable abilities had already been present. Nevertheless, they were already utterly exhausted from the preceding clash. Li Chen's demeanor was devoid of mockery; he felt no need to deride them. "Whoosh—" The Bagua Array Diagram descended from the heavens, positioning itself above Li Chen's head like a celestial canopy, evoking profound reverence even from the martial artists arrayed behind him. Initially, they had been enticed by the prospect of obtaining the Supreme Treasure. However, after witnessing its demonstrated power, they finally grasped that certain treasures lay far beyond their reach. "Indeed, the Red Dust Heavenly King is worthy of wielding such a Supreme Treasure," remarked a Divine Realm cultivator as he wiped a trickle of blood from his lips. He glanced at Li Chen, a bitter smile gracing his features, and offered a bow. "I concede defeat wholeheartedly." Li Chen merely acknowledged the Divine Realm cultivator with a look, offering no words. "Be it victory or defeat, I have nothing further to say!" stated a Demon Realm cultivator, his gaze cold as he fixed it upon Li Chen. Even in the face of imminent death, he clung to his pride as a powerful cultivator. "It appears you harbor some lingering dissatisfaction," Li Chen observed with a faint smile. Instantly, two radiant streams of light shot upwards into the sky. One was a saber, the other a sword. The Red Moon artifact hovered in mid-air, radiating an immense Vital Essence. The Seven Slaying Sword stood resolutely, its terrifying Evil Qi causing the very realm to tremble subtly. The sight of these two artifacts silenced the gathered cultivators. Merely sensing the aura emanating from these weapons, even without the array's oppressive influence, they realized that with their current Domain Realm cultivation, repelling these ferocious armaments seemed an insurmountable task! "We have unquestionably lost," declared an Immortal Domain cultivator, shaking his head. In the very next moment, a gush of blood erupted from his head. The Immortal Domain cultivator perished. Shortly thereafter, one by one, the cultivators ceased to wait for Li Chen to act. Instead, they chose to end their own lives, willingly embracing death. Before their demise, they finally comprehended the terrifying caliber of the enemy they had confronted.