Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

The power of that single claw strike was so great that the stench it stirred up even overwhelmed the foul smell emanating from the pool of blood.

Han Li's face was as cold as ice, without the slightest panic. His black iron shield gleamed with dark light as he prepared to take the blow head-on.

Just as Han Li was preparing to deal with a head-on collision.

The Yue Emperor's rapidly advancing figure inexplicably twisted into an extremely strange angle in mid-air.

His target wasn't Han Li at all!

The crimson claws drew a dazzling arc in mid-air, bypassing multiple defenses, and went straight for the short, stout member of the Chen family hiding at the back of the group.

"Watch out!" Liu Jing roared, his golden longsword flying from his hand in an attempt to stop him.

But it was too late.

The short, stout boy didn't even have time to make any dodging movements; he only saw a red light suddenly magnify in front of his eyes.

puff.

Several jets of blood shot into the sky.

The Yue Emperor's claws left deep, bone-revealing blood grooves directly into his chest.

The enormous impact sent him flying backward.

Having landed a successful blow, the Yue Emperor didn't even glance at the corpse that flew backward.

Using the force of the recoil, he spun around like a cannonball, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, and sped straight toward the half-closed iron door at the deepest part of the underground palace.

"Shadow! Help me—!"

A harsh, hoarse roar echoed through the empty underground hall.

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

As the roar subsided, the heavy iron door, which had only been slightly ajar, was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

A figure completely shrouded in a wide black robe appeared behind the iron gate.

Without any hesitation, the Yue Emperor's figure crashed directly into the gate, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.

"Chase!" The crowd rushed into the iron gate one after another.

Behind the iron gate was a secret chamber, slightly smaller than the outer Blood Pool Hall. The flickering torchlight cast long, menacing shadows of the group.

On the stone platform in the center of the secret chamber.

The Yue Emperor had already turned around.

But at this moment, he was no longer the mortal king he had pretended to be.

His bright yellow dragon robe was already tattered. He had grown more than two feet taller, and his head had broken through the golden crown that bound his hair, revealing two thick, pale bone horns.

Beneath the clothing covering his shoulders, large patches of dark red scales pierced through his skin and rolled up. His long arms almost reached his knees, with sharp, black claws at the tips of his fingers.

Its terrifying true form, resembling both a human and a demon, appeared especially ferocious in the firelight.

Beside him, the black-robed man who was there to meet him slowly raised his hand, lifted the hood that was covering his face, and then casually removed the mask from his face.

Under the mask.

It was a face almost identical to the original face of the Yue Emperor, who was originally a mortal king!

They have the same facial features, but lack the horns and scales of a head, and their eyes are even more empty and cold.

"hiss--"

Song Meng's grip on the musket tightened involuntarily, and he gasped.

Chen Qiaoqian and Zhong Weiniang looked even more solemn, and simultaneously took out high-level talismans and held them between their fingertips.

"How can there be two Black Fiend Cult Leaders!?" Zhong Weiniang exclaimed in surprise.

"wrong."

Han Li stared at the two figures standing side by side and spoke coldly.

"The leader of the Black Fiend Cult has always been Emperor Yue. He has been pretending and using this shadow clone to cover for him."

Song Meng suddenly realized what was happening and gritted his teeth.

"What a clever switcheroo! If Junior Brother Chen hadn't noticed something amiss, we might have already been ambushed!"

That old monster was hiding his true nature far too well.

On the stone platform.

The Yue Emperor, having revealed his true form, did not immediately make a move; his savage vertical pupils were fixed on Chen Yi.

The piercing wound in his left chest was still oozing thick, sticky blood and flesh.

How did you discover my identity?

The Emperor's voice was as piercing as an owl's.

"I didn't give myself away at all!"

In order to condense the evil core, he carefully disguised himself for many years, keeping even the four blood servants in the dark.

Today, he thought he could use this identity to ambush the enemy's strongest fighter, but at the last moment, he was struck in the heart by this seemingly indifferent young man, causing his efforts to be in vain.

Facing the Yue Emperor's murderous gaze, Chen Yi simply shrugged slightly.

A faint, indifferent smile played on his lips as he remained silent.

Seeing Chen Yi's attitude, Emperor Yue snorted coldly, and his violent and malevolent aura rose again.

"Fine. Once I capture you, extract your soul and refine your spirit, then I'll know for sure."

"Fellow disciples, be careful."

Liu Jing's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"Two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators."

He felt a lingering fear. If it weren't for Chen Yi's unexpected attack that severely injured Yue Huang's body, they would probably be facing two fully-fledged late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators once the old monster was ready.

By then, let alone eradicating the cult, it's uncertain how many of them will even survive.

"kill!"

No unnecessary words.

The Yue Emperor roared and sprang into action.

He unleashed the Profound Yin Technique, his entire body emanating a chilling aura, and countless tiny blood-red ice crystals faintly condensed in the air.

With a swing of its claws, it unleashed several terrifying, blood-red claw beams, each tens of feet long, which slashed directly at Liu Jing and Song Meng at the forefront.

And at the moment the Yue Emperor made his move.

The clone clad in black robes also moved.

His movements were completely different from those of the Yue Emperor; he seemed to lose weight and transform into a light, floating ghost.

Amidst the intertwined sword light and hail of musket fire, he traversed the sky with an extremely unpredictable route, making it impossible for anyone to pinpoint his true location.

Han Li frantically activated the Great Evolution Technique, unleashing several Firebird Talismans to block the black-robed man's path.

Chen Qiaoqian's flying sword also transformed into a streak of green light, heading straight for the face of the man in black robes.

The man in black robes dodged and weaved through the dense network of attacks, seemingly feigning an attack on the group to draw away their firepower.

But in the next instant...

The man in black robes suddenly turned back, and surprisingly did not dodge or evade the attacks that were about to land on him!

puff!

Chen Qiaoqian's flying sword pierced through his left shoulder, spraying a cloud of blood.

Han Li's firebird also burned half of his black robe black.

But he didn't even flinch. Despite the reckless fighting style, he instantly covered a distance of dozens of feet, like a vulture spotting its prey, and pounced on the tall, thin Chen family member who was barely getting up from the ground.

The man in black robes formed his five fingers into hooks and ruthlessly plunged them into the tall, thin man's throat.

"Why...why me?"

The tall, thin man was filled with despair. He couldn't understand why a severely injured cripple like himself was worth the effort of a powerful late-stage Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator who braved a barrage of attacks to take his life.

The man in black robes did not answer.

A soft "plop" sound.

The sharp claws mercilessly crushed the tall, thin man's throat.

The man in black robes didn't even glance at the slumped corpse, but reached out and grabbed at the storage bag at the corpse's waist.

"Whoosh!"

A pile of miscellaneous items were scattered on the ground, and two crystal-clear pills, one blue and one yellowish-brown, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust, flew precisely into the black-robed man's palm.

Han Li caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils contracted.

"That's... the Blood Coagulation Five Elements Pill? So he took it."

The man in black robes held two pills and slowly turned his head.

In those empty, lifeless eyes, the figure of Chen Yi standing not far away was reflected.