The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3421 - 3416: Protection of Alien Tribes_1

During his period of unconsciousness, Yang Chen remained unaware of what transpired next, completely lacking control over his own body. At that moment, he was utterly fatigued, having pushed himself to the very brink.

Yang Chen assumed his state would be dire, given that fleeing from six World-level cultivators was no trivial pursuit. However, as his eyes fluttered open, he discovered his form entirely unharmed and pristine.

Furthermore, no restraints bound him, suggesting he hadn't been captured by foes at all.

Yang Chen felt a surge of shock: "What in the world is happening..."

He abruptly roused fully and scanned his surroundings, realizing he rested upon a bed, receiving meticulous care. Several individuals from diverse foreign races surrounded him, tending to his needs.

His awakening sparked joy among these foreign race folk: "Our benefactor has awakened, haha, our benefactor has awakened."

"Wonderful that our benefactor is conscious again."

These foreign race members brimmed with delight, as though Yang Chen's revival ignited hope and illumination for them.

Still somewhat dazed, Yang Chen inquired: "Fellow Daoists, what's the situation? How did I end up here? And who might you all be..."

"Hahaha, benefactor, you might not recognize us. It's understandable, given how many lives you've rescued. We hail from the Tianye Tribe, alongside clans like the Batwing Clan. Once natives of this universe, we suffered enslavement by the Netherworld. Only your intervention freed us from the prohibition's chains, restoring our liberty."

"Indeed, without your aid, who knows how much longer we'd have languished in that grim, agonizing existence. We've sought you relentlessly, ready to aid you even unto death. Regrettably, you've proven elusive, with word only of your plucking the Gates of Life and Death and the Netherworld's pursuit of you."

Hearing this, Yang Chen gazed at the warmly smiling foreign race individuals, grasping the full story.

These very people had rescued him.

A smile crossed his face, affirming that his past choice to liberate these foreign races hadn't been wasted. A casual deed had now repaid him by preserving his life.

"What is this location?" Yang Chen questioned.

One man from the Batwing Clan advanced.

Batwing Clan members bore wings like bats and faces resembling the creatures, rendering them utterly fearsome and grotesque. Yet, his grin revealed zero malice.

This Batwing Clan powerhouse had attained the Heaven-Separation level.

Regardless of his mighty cultivation, he showed Yang Chen profound reverence, bowing low as he declared: "Benefactor, I am Hu Ye. This is the Xuan Yi World, formerly our Batwing Clan's hidden stronghold. Rest assured, our clan excels at concealing traces. We've purged all Netherworld Ghost Cultivators from the Xuan Yi World. As you recall, we clashed fiercely in the Universe Starry Sky against hordes of Ghost Kings, slaying them. Then, you stumbled before us..."

Yang Chen remembered the events clearly. In his stupor, he had staggered toward these powerhouses before collapsing.

He had braced for disaster, never anticipating rescue by others.

"We're tucked in a remote sector of the Xuan Yi World, shielded by a Formation. Netherworld powerhouses will struggle to detect us," Hu Ye asserted with assurance.

Yang Chen expressed his thanks: "I owe you all my life. My gratitude runs deep."

"We wouldn't dare, Brother Yang Chen. Without you, we'd lack this day. How could we take your thanks?"

"Exactly, Brother Yang Chen, no need for such formality. Recover here in peace. Voice any needs freely. We're eager for your guidance too."

These powerhouses addressed Yang Chen with utmost courtesy, one by one.

Hearing their words, Yang Chen wasted no time: "Then I shan't stand on ceremony. I barely escaped with my life earlier, hounded by Netherworld powerhouses, leaving me wounded. I'll remain here a few days to heal. I hope it poses no issue."

"Not at all!" The powerhouses dismissed concerns with waves, then departed sequentially upon comprehending, granting Yang Chen solitude for cultivation.

With that, Yang Chen shut his eyes to cultivate, basking in regal treatment.

These foreign race folk showed genuine appreciation, caring for him impeccably. Over ten-plus days, Yang Chen's healing progressed far swifter than anticipated, owing to these foreign race powerhouses' support.

Yet, after those ten days, Ghost King powerhouses abruptly invaded the Xuan Yi World.

The moment these powerhouses breached the Xuan Yi World, they pierced the Batwing Clan's camouflage somehow.

Explosive booms echoed instantly, rousing countless mighty figures.

Yang Chen sprang up swiftly, eyeing the assembled clan powerhouses as he stated: "Netherworld experts have located us."

"We'll charge out to battle, Brother Yang Chen. Flee at once with Hu Ye and a handful of us!" Several foreign race Heaven-Separation level cultivators urged.

Yang Chen paused briefly before replying, "That hardly seems right. I, Yang Mou, may not be exceptional, but repaying kindness is my code. How could I flee while you battle here?"

"Brother Yang Chen, don't turn us down. You're our beacon of hope. Right now, we detect just two World-stage experts out there. Our elders can stall them at the cost of our lives. You're unfit for combat yet—go now!" The foreign race warriors clenched jaws, fell silent, and surged into motion.

Watching these powerhouses leap into fray, Yang Chen's chest constricted. He hadn't imagined such fierce loyalty from these foreign race elites.

Hu Ye seized Yang Chen, addressing him and the leftover foreign race Heaven-Separation level cultivators: "Brother Yang Chen, time's short. We must depart."

Though reluctant, Yang Chen refused to squander their noble efforts, rising to evacuate.

In flight, Yang Chen extended his divine sense, observing over a dozen Heaven-Separation level foreign race cultivators charge like suicidal moths toward two World-stage foes. It was sheer folly, eggs shattering on stone—they stood no chance.

Amid the brutal clash, defeat came swiftly, with a dozen-plus expert lives reaped like weeds.

Those Ghost Kings failed to uncover the Batwing Clan's inner workings, permitting Yang Chen and surviving foreign race Heaven-Separation level cultivators to slip away unscathed.

Yang Chen's spirit grew somber. These foreign race beings had sacrificed everything to ensure his survival. How could he ever requite such profound debt?