Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

His movements were so casual, as if he were looking at a few pieces of jerky to feed his pet.

"can."

Ye Feng agreed without hesitation.

"I'll leave them to you, Junior Sister Qingqing."

He even added that it was as if it were a trivial matter.

Ye Feng withdrew his hand, no longer paying attention to the imprisoned elders, and stepped aside to watch with great interest, preparing to enjoy his junior sister's performance.

He tilted his head back and took another swig of wine; the spicy liquid went down his throat, bringing a pleasant warmth.

With her senior brother's permission, a charming smile bloomed on Murong Qingqing's serene and pretty face.

She took a step forward, her light blue skirt fluttering even without wind.

She simply raised her delicate hand and waved her green sleeve.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of primordial energy, nor any unusual phenomena manifesting the laws.

In an instant, a white wind blew out from her sleeve.

The wind was initially gentle, carrying an eerie tranquility, and wherever it passed, even the movement of the air became sluggish.

However, the Blood Netherworld elders who were imprisoned in mid-air were instantly overwhelmed by a fear far exceeding death the moment they saw that white breeze!

They were unable to move or speak, but their souls were screaming madly!

That's not the wind!

That was a death storm formed by billions of white ants, smaller than dust particles!

One-turn termite poison!

They instinctively wanted to struggle, to escape, to burn their souls in a final desperate attempt.

However, in that frozen space and time, all their thoughts were nothing but futile fantasies.

They could only watch helplessly as the seemingly harmless white hurricane slowly, yet irresistibly, swept towards them.

The protective divine light of an elder was completely extinguished before the white hurricane, without even causing a ripple.

A white hurricane swept past.

It gently enveloped the first elder.

No screams.

Because his throat had long been locked by the laws of space and time, he could not make any sound.

But on that frozen, terrified face, flesh and blood were disappearing at a visible speed, revealing stark white bones. Then the bones turned to dust, and finally, along with the imprisoned soul, they were devoured completely.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

A living, breathing expert at the Divine Realm was wiped out from the very fabric of existence by the gentle breeze of that white wind, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Then, the second, the third...

The white hurricane proceeded methodically, visiting each of these aerial "sculptures" one by one.

ah ah ah...

Although they couldn't hear it, everyone present seemed to be able to sense the agonizing, indescribable cries emanating from the soul level.

This is a thousand times more cruel than killing them with a single sword strike!

In the distance, Xiangling's face was already as white as paper. She covered her mouth, her stomach churning, but she couldn't vomit anything.

She finally realized how ridiculous her previous thoughts had been.

She thought Ye Feng was the most terrifying being in the world.

Only now did she realize that this junior sister of Brother Ye Feng was also a devil in the guise of an angel!

No, this group of people are monsters!

Xiao Baiyu watched with great interest and commented, "It seems that Junior Sister Qingqing's little darlings have gotten a better appetite again."

Jiang Keke's eyes lit up as she excitedly tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve: "Wow! Sister Qingqing's move was so cool! It's more impressive than any demonic technique I've ever seen before! What's this called? Art! Yes, this is the art of devouring!"

Li Yanran remained silent, but the faint aura of reincarnation around her resonated subtly with the annihilating power of the termite gu.

Only Bing Xian'er had a glint of shrewdness flash in her clear, cold phoenix eyes.

She muttered to herself, but her voice clearly reached Ye Feng's ears: "A single-stage termite gu can actually gnaw at the body and soul of a god-level being. Qingqing's gu technique has already surpassed the scope of what it was back then. She is about to forge her own path."

It didn't take long.

Those dozen or so arrogant elders of the Blood Nether Holy Land, along with their magical treasures, clothing, and everything else, vanished without a trace.

The sky cleared up, as if they had never been there.

Murong Qingqing's mind stirred.

The white hurricane instantly reversed, turning into a beam of white light that disappeared into her sleeve.

She turned around, gave Ye Feng a serene and contented smile, and obediently returned to his side, as if she had just completed a trivial task.

Ye Feng nodded approvingly and took another big gulp of wine.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the magnificent, undulating mountain range shrouded in blood-red mist in the distance.

That is where the gate of the Blood Netherworld Holy Land is located.

"The small one is solved, but there's still the big one."

Ye Feng said calmly.

"The Blood Nether Holy Land should cease to exist as well."

The moment the words fell.

He didn't even make any extra movements.

The Thunder Emperor Sword, which had been suspended in the heavens the entire time, moved.

hum!

A sword rang out, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

The purple-gold divine sword, trailing a destructive tail that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, slashed down with a speed that transcended the concept of time and space!

This sword strike had no target.

Or rather, its target is the entire land where the Blood Nether Holy Land is located!

Boom——! ! !

Instead of the earth-shattering roar one might expect, a single, supreme, purplish-gold beam of light, capable of swallowing all light and sound, descended from the sky, precisely covering the entire territory of the Blood Nether Holy Land.

Within the pillar of light, the mountains were dissolving, the palaces were vaporizing, and the protective array of the mountains vanished without even a glimmer of light.

Countless disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Land, who were trembling in their sect, didn't even have time to scream before they perished along with the ground beneath their feet.

The light lasted only a fleeting moment.

When the light fades.

The original Blood Nether Holy Land, that mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, has completely disappeared from this world.

In its place lies a vast, bottomless, glass-like sinkhole.

The edges of the sinkhole are incredibly smooth, reflecting an eerie seven-colored light under the sunlight, as if a piece of the earth had been forcibly carved out by a god with supreme power.

The Blood Nether Holy Land, an immortal holy land with a history of hundreds of thousands of years, was thus destroyed.

Ye Feng retrieved the Thunder Emperor Sword. The ten-thousand-foot-long divine weapon transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the rusty Heavenly Sword behind him, leaving no trace.

He yawned, picked up his wine gourd, and turned to look at his junior sisters who were already dumbfounded.

"Let's go, we've finished our drinks."

He waved his hand lazily.

"It's time to go back and get some more sleep."