Han Yu had already hurried over at the fastest speed. In the past, this would have taken quite a bit of time no doubt.

Half a two-hour period was extremely fast, but for the Piaomiao Sect, this time felt like a hundred years.

Facing such overwhelming techniques as if they were divine wrath, the numerous cultivators struggled powerlessly like mere mortals, eventually dying in despair.

Of the ordinary cultivators, barely one in ten survived. Even the somewhat stronger Divine Gaze Realm cultivators suffered losses more than half, and the elders within the sect kept falling one after another.

The face of the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was almost twisted, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, yet he could do nothing.

From just the first wave of attacks, he had lost both of his arms.

Beside him stood the blood-stained Sect Leader of Piaomiao, with a gaping wound across his chest penetrating to his lungs. If not for his Divine Platform Realm cultivation holding on, he would likely have already fallen.

The opponent had arrived alone and so quickly that when he attacked, there was no warning, catching them completely off guard with the first wave.

Faced with successive waves of attacks, they were even more overwhelmed.

"How could it be so strong!"

The Great Elder spoke in disbelief; this was simply not something that cultivators newly into the Divine Platform Realm could resist.

Moreover, the opponent’s abilities were too terrifying, in a domain full of lurking dangers, and once it exploded, there was no way to avoid it.

This was naturally Wuyin.

He acted separately from Xin Zui and others, and seemingly no one in the entire Central Continent could stop them.

"Mere ants!"

Wuyin sneered condescendingly.

"Aren’t you just an ant to me here?"

Han Yu’s voice appeared in the scene, causing Wuyin to be taken aback.

Because of this inexplicable familiarity, a surge of evil fire rose within him.

Han Yu surveyed the devastated Piaomiao Sect, the land of corpses and sea of blood, a vague stirring in his heart.

"There’s nothing to be done. They themselves couldn’t resist. Even waiting for someone to rescue them takes time. You must be strong yourself to strike while the iron is hot."

The Artifact Spirit shook its head helplessly.

Han Yu wasn’t blaming himself but was uncomfortable seeing the Central Continent being dominated indifferently like grass.

And he always believed that if you made him uncomfortable, you wouldn’t have it better either.

Actually, Han Yu didn’t even need to make a move first. Just the visibility of his face in Yama Hall, those with a bit of status, which one hadn’t he provoked?

He only needed to stand there, no need to speak, and he would draw immense hatred.

"Die for me."

Wuyin attacked fiercely, the Heart Demon incident also leaving him in torment. Now facing his enemy, he was especially infuriated.

Wuyin’s domain spread throughout the void, instantly enveloping Han Yu.

"Be careful!"

The Great Elder couldn’t help but shout a warning, as this method almost exterminated them. How could Han Yu dare let it act as it pleased?

Within the domain, there was utter silence, but suddenly the sound of the wind and the cries of cranes arose, the killing intent surging.

The sound of strings and zithers screeched, cutting off a lock of Han Yu’s hair.

Wuyin’s expression turned cold, the sound of drums building up, the murderous intent erupting.

Suddenly, countless strands of killing aura appeared, completely enveloping Han Yu.

It’s over!

The faces of the Great Elder and the Sect Leader Piaomiao turned ashen.

"Ignorant of life or death!"

Wuyin laughed from the bottom of his heart; didn’t they know his Sound Domain had already been fully executed?

"Tsk!"

A disdainful sneer suddenly dawned within Wuyin, and furrowing his brow, he realized the sound came from within his own domain.

While he was puzzled, a towering tree pierced through the sound domain revealing a hundred-zhang phantom, exhibiting a spectacle of grandeur and vastness.

Looking again within Wuyin’s domain, Han Yu stood under the tree, not only unscathed but also completely unmoved.

"I’m standing right here; if you can even scratch me, I won’t kill you."

Han Yu crossed his arms and suddenly sneered.

These words almost made Wuyin vomit blood in anger. When was it ever possible for an ant to look down on him like this?

His teeth creaked under the pressure, and the next moment, the terrifying oppression spread out again, even expanding Wuyin’s domain to several miles.

The Great Elder’s expression changed as he hastily organized the remaining cultivators to flee, and even he retreated several miles away.

The murderous aura filled the entire void, even so dense it was visible to the naked eye.

"Why so fiery?"

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but grumble. One strike should suffice to kill; if not, then make it two.

"Perhaps it’s just youthful passion."

Han Yu just wanted to see how much the opponent’s pride was worth.

After all, having lived long enough, the damned pride of a group of old monsters seemed engraved in their bones, which was particularly annoying.

When the killing intent erupts, it’s like the end of days.

The mountains and rivers were all destroyed, but only the towering phantom remained motionless.

Feeling the energy within his Sea of Consciousness continually flit away, Han Yu pondered, does this mean as long as my energy is sufficient, no one can harm me?

"Not necessarily. If the gap in strength is too great and you can’t withstand it yourself, don’t count on Wood Divine Power to hold up for you."

The Artifact Spirit hurriedly reminded, fearing Han Yu might one day senselessly court death, assuming himself invincible and provoking someone even stronger.

Han Yu was disappointed for a moment. In that case, what’s the point of having it? In terms of strength, his physical body was also strong enough.

Indeed, Wood Divine Power as a weapon is the right solution.

The Artifact Spirit was at a loss for words; after all, with Han Yu’s convoluted reasoning, it seemed to make sense.

For defense, his body was not inferior to Wood Divine Power.

However, as a weapon, it could indeed elevate Han Yu’s combat power and, combined with his physicality, could even result in a fairly terrifying impact.

Originally thinking Wuyin would express a bit of surprise and then say, "How could it be?" ending with a complex mental journey.

But instead, he was straightforwardly unconventional, turning around and running.

He wasn’t foolish, it was apparent that his full strength attack couldn’t even break through that Dharma Aspect. Who knew what that thing was, but it certainly wasn’t something good, especially for him.

Han Yu turned around and took chase with the virtual shadow, almost scaring Wuyin senseless.

With a continuous influx of energy from his Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu raced along, even setting up a Fire Phoenix.

Above the nine heavens came a phoenix’s cry, then it was seen gripping the giant wood while soaring forth.

What on earth is this!

With just one glance, Wuyin broke out in a cold sweat, wishing to run even faster.

In the high sky, a rainbow light pierced through the heavens and the earth, Wuyin’s speed having reached its zenith, crossing a hundred miles with each flicker.

Yet the Fire Phoenix behind him was faster, Han Yu even moved from the Fire Phoenix’s heart to its head, appearing as if the phoenix was biting onto the giant wood.

Dong!

Han Yu exerted force, striking down the giant wood with terrifying momentum, Wuyin’s eyes widened in rage, causing his seven orifices to bleed as he crashed heavily down.

The mountains below shook as if the world itself was swaying, and at the bottom of the pit, Wuyin’s abdomen and back caved in, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

As he attempted to climb out of the pit, Han Yu pressed down remotely, causing the forest on the mountain to surge like a tide, covering the pit.

Layer upon layer, no matter how Wuyin struggled, the tide-like woods seemed endless, wave after wave! They intended to forcefully trap him within the mountains.

By the time Han Yu arrived with the giant wood, Wuyin finally showed fear, screaming in panic.

"You can’t kill me!"

"You can’t even think of a reason, you’d better just die quickly!"

Han Yu scoffed, raising the giant wood in his hands, and drove it down mercilessly.

In an instant, the mountains quaked, and upon looking again, Wuyin was gone, leaving only a blurred mass of flesh.

Han Yu tossed aside the giant wood in disdain. Amazingly, once the divine technique was severed, the item would instantly transform into a virtual shadow and vanish.

Indeed, another benefit of the Wood Divine Power, the next stick is cleaner!

After resolving Wuyin, Han Yu found little joy but suddenly felt a bit concerned about Mo Xiuwen.

Though the Mo Family’s letter mentioned no plea for assistance, with each sect falling more severely than the last, who knew whether the Mo Family could hold out.

"If it’s really not possible, then make another trip,"

The Artifact Spirit suggested, resting its chin, as Han Yu’s current speed didn’t hinder an additional trip to the Mo Family.

Just as he was about to act, voices urgently approached.

The Piaomiao Sect’s Great Elder and Sect Leader, having lost their arms, hurriedly caught up, their faces exceedingly grim.

Firstly, their sect had nearly been exterminated, with perhaps half of their people gone now.

Secondly, the messages they received suggested that the situation wasn’t too optimistic.

When Han Yu received the letter, it contained merely a single line.

"I’m Chasing Soul, hurry and fish me out."