The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3318: 3313: Red Alert_1

Now fully on guard, the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes displayed taut faces brimming with grave intensity.

Within this band of more than ten Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes, a pair had advanced to the Heaven-separated Realm in cultivation, as the others remained at the Realmless level. Their battle prowess truly stood out as powerful.

Clearly, the aim of these Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes centered on freeing their captured kin.

They moved with rapid efficiency, surveying key spots and slipping inside as required, executing everything seamlessly. Evidently, a detailed strategy had been mapped out in advance.

Yet, no matter how flawless the schemes of these Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes appeared, a critical flaw lingered.

Regrettably, the ghost beings guarding this outpost had anticipated their arrival. Formations blocked every path!

The Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes had progressed only partway into their extraction effort, without even starting the deep penetration, when they activated a formation. Right then, spectral visages materialized overhead, their chilling cackles resounding from every side, proclaiming the detection of all Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes.

Terror gripped the cluster of Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes, their features twisted in fright, fully aware of their exposure.

“This is bad, they've discovered us! Retreat now!”

Quick to decide, and realizing their detection doomed the mission, they swiftly scrapped the operation and geared up to flee.

But when they attempted escape, the window had already closed.

Three Ghost Kings materialized ahead, cutting off the route for the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes group, smirks of icy derision on their lips, as though ridiculing the prey for stumbling into the snare.

“Hehe, Xuan Feng, we were fretting over snaring you lot. Delivering yourselves here saves us the trouble. Snatching you will earn lavish prizes from the Heavenly Fate Realm Experts,” the three Ghost Kings chuckled.

The Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix called Xuan Feng ground his teeth and bellowed, “Ye Qi, had we freed Lord Ming Hu, we three Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes wouldn't have fallen to you shadowy Yin spirits.”

“Hahaha, Xuan Feng, you're deluding yourself. Suppose you did free Ming Hu—what then? You truly believe your Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes can rival our Netherworld? Haha, humans might honor you with a place at their council, but our Netherworld scorns you petty Phoenixes,” Ye Qi, the Ghost King, sneered contemptuously.

“Cut the chatter, let's crush them outright. These free-roaming Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes stir endless chaos. The more we seize, the less hassle remains!” one Ghost King barked.

With words exchanged, the three Ghost Kings lunged forward, while swarms of Realmless-stage lesser ghosts rushed to encircle the dozen-plus Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes.

Battle erupted in a flash, pitting scores of ghost entities against the mere dozen Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes, tilting the odds sharply.

Victory eluded these Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes against such ghostly foes.

Beyond the Realmless Sky Phoenixes, even Xuan Feng and his two Heaven-separated Realm Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes comrades found themselves overmatched.

In single combat, dominance wasn't assured, much less facing three-to-two where their strikes fell short.

Should the clash drag on, the utmost hope for the dozen Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes lay in one Heaven-separated Realm Sky Phoenix slipping away.

And that optimistic view.

From the current chaos, the Ghost Kings showed zero mercy, intent on wiping out every Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix. Per Yang Chen's assessment, the entire dozen Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes faced annihilation, with none enduring.

Witnessing this, Yang Chen let out a soft sigh.

Fair enough, his initial intent was to intervene at this spot, avoiding open slaughter that exposed his guise.

Thus, striking amid this cover from the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes could divert the Heavenly Fate Realm Experts' scrutiny from him.

Meanwhile, the dozen Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes teetered on the brink of ruin.

Despair weighed heavily on the Heaven-separated Realm Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes.

Xuan Feng bit down hard and spat, “Damn you Netherworld Ghosts, you won't get off lightly. In my next existence, I'll ensure your downfall.”

“Next existence? Hahaha, Xuan Feng, you're dreaming big. Yours will be reshaping your soul as a Netherworld underling, forever bound to our service!” Ye Qi, the Ghost King, guffawed with smug triumph.

A chill ran through Xuan Feng's frame. Though he grasped the savagery, the harsh truth sank in inescapably.

Indeed, that's how it stood.

Creatures tied to the Life and Death Gates realm, slain here, would see their souls seized by the Netherworld, their essences overwritten to join its ranks.

Under such fate, would identity persist?

Transformed into a Netherworld puppet, utterly subjugated.

Helplessness gripped Xuan Feng's soul. Did not even demise offer release?

Ye Qi, the Ghost King, along with his two allies, howled in glee. The deeper the despair etching Xuan Feng and his group's visages, the greater their delight.

The intenser the hopelessness on those faces, the more the Ghost Kings reveled.

Yet in that instant, a blue pattern unfurled quietly underfoot.

As the blue pattern emerged, alarm seized the Ghost Kings, draining color from their cheeks, clueless to the cause.

Tightness clenched their chests, motions grew sluggish, control slipping away in a heartbeat.

“What's occurring…”

“What is this?”

Horror unified the three Ghost Kings as they demanded, “Who dares!”

The Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes, too, stared in bewilderment, ignorant of the mighty savior's identity.

From concealment, Yang Chen stepped forth unhurriedly.

His appearance halted the three Ghost Kings briefly, prompting a startled yelp, “It's you—Yang Chen!”

Yang Chen arched a brow in puzzlement, “You recognize me?”

Initially untroubled and oblivious, he now noted the stark fear in the Ghost Kings' stares, realizing his notoriety had spread.

“The Netherworld's red-level fugitive… how are you here?” The three Ghost Kings blanched abruptly.

A smirk tugged Yang Chen's lips, unclear on the red-level fugitive label, yet the scene suggested the Netherworld viewed him as a prime threat.

“Regarding my presence… no need to justify it to the likes of you,” Yang Chen replied coolly, arms folded behind.

“Fellow Daoist, spare the banter. With our combined might, we'll dispatch these three Ghost Kings on the spot,” Xuan Feng stated firmly.

Yang Chen eyed Xuan Feng's battered, drained state and grinned, “Fellow Daoist Xuan Feng, prioritize your recovery for the moment.”

With those words, Yang Chen's form blurred into a spectral haze, vanishing outright.

Spacetime bent to his will!

His velocity birthed lingering echoes, and as those echoes faded, the three Ghost Kings crumpled utterly, none left upright.