Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

"Extreme speed, combined with a surprise attack using spatial techniques... Is this what you rely on to dare face me alone?" Yama Hanba's voice was deep, yet his killing intent permeated the air like a tangible force.

Ye Jinming looked at his wound, which had healed instantly, and raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, his tone flippant: "Oh dear, you didn't even utter a sound of pain while bleeding? It seems the rumors that Yama Drought Demon has no sense of pain are true!"

(Ace was overjoyed upon hearing this about the M78 Nebula.)

"You're asking for death!" After being ambushed and teased repeatedly, the ferocity of the Yama Drought Demon completely erupted. Without further ado, the Yama Wild God Slash came down in a furious slash!

"Enma's Ferocious God Slash!"

A massive, ghastly green blade of energy, seemingly descending from the deepest hell, carrying a ferocious demonic aura that corrodes life and devours light, turned the sky above the canyon a ghastly green, and fell upon Ye Jinming like divine punishment!

Before the blade's aura even arrived, the sheer cliffs on both sides had already begun to crack and collapse!

Faced with this ferocious and overwhelming attack, Ye Jinming focused his mind and sheathed his sword.

Immediately, he loosely gripped the sword hilt with his right hand, his body slightly lowered, and a highly refined sword intent, arriving first after being delayed, soared into the sky!

"Sword - Star Mark!"

With a soft shout, the sword light flashed once more!

This time, however, it was not a lightning-fast attack, but a sword mark like a meteor streaking across the desolate night sky!

The sword light was not vast, but it carried a resolute intent that could penetrate everything and leave an eternal mark, defying the heavens and heading towards the ghastly green blade energy!

Rumble rumble rumble—

The ultimate moves clashed once again in the canyon, as if stars were exploding!

The blade energy and the purple sword light collided and annihilated each other, and the resulting destructive energy shockwave spread wildly in all directions, flattening the cliffs on both sides of the canyon by dozens of feet!

Huge rocks fell like rain, scraping away a thick layer of soil and drastically changing the entire canyon's landscape!

After the impact, smoke and dust filled the air.

Both Ye Jinming and Yanmo Hanba were forced back more than ten steps, and the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

"Pfft!" Ye Jinming's face turned pale, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his white robe was torn by the dissipating sword energy, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

"Hmph!" Yama Hanba was also in bad shape. His shoulder armor was shattered and demonic blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He had obviously suffered serious internal and external injuries.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded once again.

The terrifying wound on Ye Jinming's chest was rapidly healing, with the flesh visibly writhing and closing without leaving a scar, and his breathing quickly returned to normal.

The injuries on Yama Hanba's body were also instantly healed thanks to his special physique.

Both of them possess terrifying regenerative abilities that make them almost immortal!

"Hmm? Your cultivation level..." For the first time, a genuine look of surprise appeared in the crimson eyes of Yama Hanba.

His own regenerative ability comes from the special physique and demonic soul of the Otherworld, while the person in front of him is clearly human, yet he also possesses such heaven-defying self-healing ability.

Ye Jinming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if the serious injury he had just suffered was merely an illusion. He met Yanmo Hanba's probing gaze and smiled calmly: "What? Is it strange? Demon Lord, you should know that the Bitter Realm is vast and full of wonders. There are many with constitutions even more unique and bizarre than yours, Yanmo Hanba."

"Is that so?" Yama, the Drought Demon, remained undeterred, her might undiminished. "Then let's see how long you can hold out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yama's greatsword swung again, leaving no time to breathe.

Ye Jinming, on the other hand, adopted guerrilla tactics, unwilling to confront Yanmo Hanba head-on.

.........

Meanwhile, at the foot of Ping Mountain, just as Ye Jinming activated the formation to forcibly move Yanmo Hanba to the nameless canyon, the situation on the main battlefield at the foot of Ping Mountain also changed dramatically in an instant!

The demonic forces, which had been firmly in control with their overwhelming demonic flames, suddenly lost their footing after the abrupt disappearance of Demon Lord Yama Hanba. This caused Shesheng Tongzi, Teng Xielang, and the other demons to hesitate and panic as a result.

As the Demon Lord's aura completely vanished, the Child of Pardon's brows furrowed beneath the seal, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Then, losing interest in fighting, he swept his wolf-smoke halberd to force Tan Wuyu back, feinted an attack, and turned to transform into a beam of light to rush to the aid of the Demon Lord who might be trapped.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Tan Wuyu, who had just been slightly weakened by the long battle, now had sharp eyes like swords, his sleeves fluttering, and his movements as swift as lightning. In an instant, he blocked Shesheng Tongzi's escape route.

With a flick of his whisk, Yue Caizi unleashed a burst of sword energy, his tone carrying a confident, strategic air: "Now, the roles have reversed!"

"Hmph!" Although Shesheng Tongzi was startled, he remained calm. However, his path was blocked, and his murderous intent arose.

In order to escape as quickly as possible, he used his ultimate move, the Wolf Smoke Halberd, which stirred up wind and thunder, and his attack was like a storm. In a short period of time, he suppressed Tan Wuyu and forced him to retreat repeatedly, putting him in a dangerous situation.

After all, Shesheng Tongzi was a top warrior in the Demon Realm, and his power increased threefold as he focused on breaking through the encirclement.

Just as Tan Wuyu's defensive posture was about to break down, and a crisis was imminent—

"A brisk wind blows, the road is cold; who will share a drink with me? Who dares to stand guard at the pass? The swallow's halberd has returned, but the man has not gone back!"

A powerful and majestic poem, accompanied by heavy and firm footsteps, rang out from the edge of the battlefield, piercing through the sounds of fighting and clearly reaching everyone's ears!

Amidst the smoke and dust, a towering, majestic figure, carrying an incredibly heavy holy halberd in one hand, slowly stepped onto the battlefield, the halberd's tip carving deep furrows in the ground.

The visitor was none other than Yan Guiren!

His gaze locked onto Shesheng Tongzi, who was fiercely attacking Tan Wuyu. Without saying a word, he exerted force with his feet, causing the ground to explode. His figure shot out like a cannonball, and the Holy Halberd Shentan transformed into a golden stream of light, heading straight for Shesheng Tongzi!

"clang--"

With a deafening roar, Yan Guiren's divine strength was astonishing. With a single halberd strike, he forcefully interrupted Shesheng Tongzi's ferocious thunder halberd attack, forcing him to retreat several steps and have no choice but to parry with his halberd.

Yan Guiren stepped in front of Tan Wuyu, his holy halberd pointing diagonally, his aura as heavy as a mountain, as if one man could hold the pass against ten thousand!

Tan Wuyu felt a sudden relief from the pressure, took a breath, and smiled, "You've finally arrived."

Shesheng Tongzi held his wolf-smoke halberd horizontally in front of him, feeling the opponent's immense strength and fighting spirit. He knew he had encountered a formidable foe, and the way to break through would be difficult.

On the other side, Teng Xielang also sensed something was wrong. He wildly swung his Dao Yi Xie Nai, trying to force back the white-haired swordsman so that he could meet up with She Sheng Tongzi or help the Demon Lord.

"I don't have time to play with you right now! Get out of the way!"

"..." The white-haired swordsman remained silent, but his sword moves became faster and more ruthless, like a leech clinging to the bone, tightly binding Teng Xielang and preventing him from escaping.

Just as Teng Xielang was getting impatient, another clear and melodious sword cry was heard!

A familiar flash of swords and blades appeared, joining the battle—it was Ye Xiaochai, the sword madman and sword fanatic, who had arrived!

Ye Xiaochai and the white-haired swordsman exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding arising spontaneously.

The flashing blades and the clash of swords merged instantly, forming a dense and seamless net of death that completely enveloped Teng Xielang.

Originally, Teng Xielang was able to gain a slight advantage against the white-haired swordsman alone, but now, facing the combined attack of two top swordsmen, he was suddenly overwhelmed and in grave danger, with several wounds appearing on his body in an instant, his blood staining his demonic armor.

"Damn it! Are they ganging up on us?" Teng Xielang was both shocked and furious. Although Dao Yi Xie Nai was wild, he could not withstand the seamless combination of swords and blades, and his defeat was already evident.

On Jin Bazhen's side, the battle situation was rather dire.

Pan Xiong was incredibly powerful, while Jin Bazhen, whose martial arts were already slightly inferior, had previously relied entirely on his tenacity and exquisite techniques to hold his own. Now, however, he was already at his limit, like a small boat in a storm, which could be torn apart by Pan Xiong's fierce attacks at any moment...