The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3379 - 3374: Pursuit of Life and Death_1

With this thought swirling in his mind, the fear within Di Zun began to swell like a wildfire, rapidly consuming his entire being.

He realized that sustaining such a conflict was futile. Continued engagement would likely result in him meeting the same ruin as Han Tian at Yang Chen’s hands.

Driven by this realization, Di Zun abandoned all pretense, his body flickering as he made an immediate choice to retreat.

Observing Di Zun’s desperate flight, Yang Chen refused to permit an easy escape. He extended a hand, drawing the surrounding laws together into an immense, ethereal palm that suppressed space and time, reaching out to snare his target.

Yang Chen watched with narrowed eyes; Di Zun was undeniably decisive. It was quite remarkable for a Royal Spirit God to discard all honor so readily in favor of survival.

A cold expression settled over Yang Chen’s face.

While Di Zun’s decision to flee was commendable in its pragmatism, he should never have projected such misplaced confidence moments prior.

Had Di Zun committed to a direct confrontation, Yang Chen was confident he could slay him once more. Yet, faced with an opponent fleeing without engagement, Yang Chen found himself momentarily lacking a countermeasure.

Nevertheless, Yang Chen had no intention of allowing such an escape.

"Where do you think you are going?"

As Yang Chen’s invisible, gargantuan hand descended upon him, Di Zun shuddered with genuine terror. He no longer dared to treat any technique unleashed by Yang Chen with anything less than total gravity.

"Break!" Di Zun was no novice; as the law-forged hand enveloped him, he surged with power, turning the surrounding laws into a tempestuous gale.

Under this clash of conflicting laws, Yang Chen’s supernatural strike faltered beneath the intensity of Di Zun’s retaliation, the Royal Spirit God shattering it with a single, brutal effort.

Instantly, Di Zun turned and sprinted, his velocity far exceeding the speed he had displayed when hunting Xingtong earlier.

This sight left Xingtong, who was currently occupied fending off five members of the Spirit God Race, stunned and disbelieving.

Gazing across the battlefield, she saw Han Tian’s corpse and witnessed Di Zun’s frantic flight.

How could the situation have devolved into such a state?

By his own merit, Yang Chen had eradicated Han Tian and forced Di Zun into retreat. These two high and mighty Royal Spirit Gods had been reduced to such a wretched plight.

One perished, one fled!

As Di Zun tore through the distance like a madman, Yang Chen tracked his movements without hesitation. With a single stride, he merged with the fabric of space and time, resembling a passing breeze as he closed the distance with a series of instantaneous traversals.

Glancing back during his flight, Di Zun saw Yang Chen closing in via the voids of space, and he knew he could not simply allow that encroachment to continue.

Di Zun roared, "Yang Chen, mark my words! Sooner or later, the Spirit God Race shall claim your life!"

With those final words, he summoned a Spirit Talisman and began chanting in an ancient, cryptic tongue. A sudden flash of light enveloped him, and in an instant, he vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his destination.

A mere heartbeat later, Yang Chen arrived at the exact coordinates.

Observing the empty space where his foe had stood, Yang Chen acknowledged the use of a sophisticated spacetime technique.

"A Talisman Scroll keyed to spacetime, capable of long-range teleportation. It is impossible to pinpoint where he materialized," Yang Chen mused to himself.

He had not anticipated that Di Zun possessed such a craft.

Logically, only one who had mastered the laws of time and space to an extreme degree could fabricate such a tool.

Even for him, crafting a scroll intended for such immense distances was a grueling endeavor. For the moment, his spiritual senses could find no resonance or trailing signature of Di Zun within his reach.

"It appears the Spirit God Race possesses hidden depths to have survived within this Universe Starry Sky for so long," Yang Chen muttered, shaking his head in reluctant admission. He had no explanation for the origin of that scroll.

His gaze lingered on the empty horizon, his expression turning grave.

Regardless of the method used, Di Zun's escape spelled impending trouble.

The Spirit God Race would undoubtedly hunt him now, and one further individual was privy to his alliance with Xingtong.

Above all, the uncertainty regarding the map weighed on him; if it had been in Di Zun’s possession rather than on the corpse of Han Tian, his recent efforts might amount to nothing.

Clearing these thoughts, Yang Chen ceased his internal rumination and circled back.

Upon his return, he witnessed the five remaining Spirit God Race members struggling to keep Xingtong at bay.

Seeing one of their leaders slain and the other gone, these subordinates were gripped by palpable panic.

Bereft of leadership, they were hollowed out, their collective strength plummeting. Yet, in their desperate state, they lashed out with chaotic intensity, forcing Xingtong into a frantic defensive struggle.

Thankfully, Xingtong adhered to Yang Chen’s instructions to prioritize stalling rather than risking open combat.

Consequently, engaging them became far more manageable.

Now, the five members were so paralyzed by fear that they could not break through Xingtong’s defenses.

"Insect, is this pathetic service to a human worthy of your life?" one warrior bellowed.

"Dead? Hardly. Yang Chen and I are quite close," Xingtong replied with a playful, swaying laugh.

The warriors ground their teeth in incandescent rage.

Suddenly, a suffocating pressure descended upon the arena. The aura belonged to none other than Yang Chen.

"It’s Yang Chen!" The five warriors recoiled in instinctive terror.

They could not fathom their chances of survival should he return; they possessed absolutely no confidence in overcoming him.

Yang Chen had no patience left for these pawns. He brandished his Long Spear, the Crimson Ox Soul manifesting on his left and the Spirit of the Firefox on his right.

Vanishing into the surrounding Domain, he reappeared in a blur, his spear piercing through one of the warriors, aided by the violent manifestations of his spirits.

"Flee!"

Witnessing Yang Chen’s terrifying display, the survivors realized they stood no chance.

If Di Zun himself had been forced to flee, what hope was left for them?

The four remaining warriors scattered instantly, frantically darting in every direction.

But Yang Chen would not grant them such a mercy. Trapped within his Domain, these survivors lacked the strength or the means to facilitate an escape.

"Xingtong, take two; I will deal with the others," Yang Chen commanded.

"Consider it done," Xingtong grinned. Within the boundaries of Yang Chen’s Domain, slaughtering two terrified and broken warriors was well within her grasp.

She thrived in the environment of Yang Chen’s Domain.

As for Yang Chen, he fixed his gaze upon the final two members, his form warping and flickering as his spear hummed, beginning a relentless and lethal pursuit.