The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3409: 3404: Instantly Killing the Heaven-appointed Realm_1

After pondering this, Yang Chen shut his eyes, leaving it unclear what he was up to.

Confusion filled Wan Hua Ruo’s gaze as well. Right now, Yang Chen ought to be concentrating fully on the Heavenly Thunder Tree right before them, yet he had closed his eyes and appeared utterly indifferent.

Still, it was evident from his serious expression that Yang Chen wasn’t simply idling with his eyes shut; something was clearly afoot.

Yet she couldn’t discern exactly what that something was.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Wan Hua Ruo turned her focus to the scene unfolding ahead, ready to relay any advantageous developments to Yang Chen once he finished.

Yang Chen kept his eyes closed only briefly before snapping them open suddenly, as though he’d just received solid confirmation.

Upon that confirmation, a faint smile tugged at Yang Chen’s lips, and his gaze locked straight ahead with intense fervor.

“Yang Chen, we can’t delay any longer. The Ruthless Beast Race holds the advantage now, already starting to draw in the Heavenly Thunder Tree. If you don’t act soon, there might be no opportunity left.” Wan Hua Ruo urged.

Yang Chen glanced at Wan Hua Ruo, who continued monitoring the battlefield for him, and gave a light nod of thanks before replying: “No need to worry…”

Striking at this moment wasn’t ideal for his strategy.

Yang Chen sent his soul outward, tracking every shift in the vicinity. This included not just the Heavenly Thunder Tree’s transformations but also the distant happenings at the Heaven Shaking Lock.

Over at the Heaven Shaking Lock, the six top human race heaven-mandated realm powerhouses were striving desperately to hold out time for him, a scene Yang Chen observed fully.

Yet the window they created wouldn’t last forever. As Wan Hua Ruo noted, he needed to move swiftly.

“Time’s running short…” Yang Chen mused inwardly.

But right as he prepared to strike, an intriguing development caught his eye.

The Ruthless Beast Race dominated the field, true, but the other factions refused to sit idly by. The Netherworld lurked especially close, clearly scheming in the shadows.

As the proverb states, players in the fray lose sight, while onlookers perceive truth. The mighty beings locked in combat from various clans overlooked the Netherworld’s designs, but Yang Chen spotted them plainly from afar.

Spotting these Netherworld Ghost Cultivators, Yang Chen shook his head. He never doubted that these Netherworld Ghost Kings harbored hidden agendas.

Under such circumstances, he had no qualms about stalking as the oriole behind the mantis hunting the cicada.

True to his expectations, several Netherworld Ghost Kings feigned casualness before abruptly unleashing treasures bearing ghostly visages.

These were unmistakably top-tier Emperor Divine Artifacts, and united, their might proved staggering and terrifying.

The ghost faces shrieked and lunged at the Ruthless Beast Race, forcing their powerhouses to fall back as the Netherworld Ghost Kings nearly seized control of absorbing the Heavenly Thunder Tree.

“Hmph, Netherworld, I knew you harbored ill intentions!” The Ruthless Beast Race elites, equally vigilant, thwarted the Netherworld Ghost Kings’ plot with readiness.

Having merely pushed back the Ruthless Beast Race without wresting the Heavenly Thunder Tree’s hold, the Netherworld Ghost Kings furrowed their brows, faces turning grave.

“Ruthless Beast Race, you’re tough opponents indeed, but claiming the Heavenly Thunder Tree won’t come easy for you!” With those words, a horde of Netherworld cultivators surged toward the Ruthless Beast Race.

The Ruthless Beast Race powerhouses shielded those manipulating the Heavenly Thunder Tree. In a flash, they unleashed their laws, black mist enveloping their forms as darkness swallowed the area.

Yang Chen welcomed this shroud of blackness, recognizing it as Sa Qi. The Ruthless Beast Race truly tied to the Earth Fiend Clan he knew, masters of Sa Qi.

Furthermore, their mastery of Sa Qi surpassed anything Yang Chen had witnessed before, far more refined.

Yet now, this Sa Qi served as a perfect aid for Yang Chen.

“This Sa Qi will make slipping in effortless,” Yang Chen pondered.

Superior Sa Qi could shield against soul senses, outmatching even Ghost Qi.

Currently, the Ruthless Beast Race clashed fiercely, pitting Sa Qi against Ghost Qi, with the latter utterly consumed by the former.

At that point, Yang Chen instructed, “Huaruo, you should go ahead and leave. The Heaven Shaking Lock makes it far too perilous for you here.”

Wan Huaruo gazed gratefully at Yang Chen, understanding his good intentions, and replied softly, “Thank you. I’ll honor my word. All you asked for is right here. Yang Chen, until we meet again.”

Wan Huaruo waved, producing a glowing orb crafted from soul carvings, brimming with memories.

Yang Chen recognized it instantly and took the orb, stowing it away in his space.

Wan Huaruo didn’t dawdle; with one bound, she vanished from sight.

Only after confirming Wan Huaruo’s departure did Yang Chen relax. Her presence here posed risks, given her power relative to the chaos.

Yang Chen’s eyes gleamed sharply; with Wan Huaruo gone, his moment to strike had arrived.

He fixed on the turmoil ahead, unleashing Sa Qi he hadn’t tapped in ages.

Thanks to this Sa Qi, Yang Chen employed his Spacetime Divine Power to slip amid the Ruthless Beast Race throng.

Shrouded in Sa Qi, the Ruthless Beast Race warriors battled fiercely against the Netherworld foes. Detecting the Sa Qi, they couldn’t tell if Yang Chen was friend or foe, presuming it came from one of their own.

With no one detecting him, Yang Chen grew bolder; this was precisely the outcome he sought.

Immediately after, he zeroed in on the Ruthless Beast Race warrior tugging at the Heavenly Thunder Tree, ready to strike.

“Slaughter God Spear, time for your assistance once more,” Yang Chen remarked with a tsk.

The Slaughter God Spear understood its master required the God-slaying Spear technique again; its form trembled as it responded in a voice laced with reluctance and agony, “I’ll devote everything for Young Master.”

Yang Chen chuckled at the Slaughter God Spear’s hesitation, then unhesitatingly directed the God-slaying Spear toward the Ruthless Beast Race’s Heaven-appointed Realm expert.

This sneak attack proved devastatingly effective.

Lightning-fast, evasion was impossible.

A dull thump echoed, and in that instant, the unprepared Ruthless Beast Race Heaven-appointed Realm expert fell dead on the spot.

No one registered Yang Chen’s slaying of this Ruthless Beast Race expert, their focus locked on the Netherworld Ghost Cultivators.

Yang Chen breathed easier after one-shotting the Ruthless Beast Race Heaven-appointed Realm expert.

“Impressive. The Ruthless Beast Race’s might falls short of the Spirit God Race; they barely reacted before perishing in one blow…” Yang Chen reflected: “Still, my window’s closing fast. Time to seize and absorb the Heavenly Thunder Tree.”