Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 392: The Power of Self-Destructing the Ancestral Artifact

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: The Power of Self-Destructing the Ancestral Artifact

Shi Feng, emitting a strong blood-red light and swirling corrosive black Demon Fog, and fierce Blood-colored Blaze, subtly moved his little finger on his right hand. Suddenly, a roar akin to that of a Fierce Beast echoed across the heavens and earth.

A huge Purple Serpent, resembling a long purple dragon, appeared in the Void, coiling between heaven and earth. Its massive head, as big as a small mountain, blocked in front of Shi Feng.

"This is.."

"This is.."

"As a manifestation of the Eight Separation Divine Serpent, the appearance of the Purple Snake God caused faces within the Snake-man Clan to immediately display shock, exclaiming, "This is our clan’s Eight Separation Divine Serpent’s manifestation, the Purple Serpent Body!"

"But...wasn’t the Purple Serpent Body always sealed within Princess Zi Ya’s body? How could it appear here?" a Snake-man said, casting an involuntary glance toward the Void, where Zi Ya stood atop the Two-winged Sand Scorpion, clearly unaffected and not transformed.

"I understand now! It must be so! It must be so!" A Snake-man Clan member, realizing suddenly, exclaimed, "Lord Shi Feng is a messenger guided by the great Snake God, who might have summoned the Purple Serpent Body from Princess Zi Ya’s body through some Secret Technique! With Lord Messenger’s greatness and power, what is there that he cannot accomplish! Even the powerful Dark Elf Clan is no match for Lord Messenger!"

"Yes! That’s right! It must be so! This is the great Messenger, guided by the Snake God!"

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As the Snake-men looked excitedly at the Purple Serpent Body coiling not far in the Void, Shi Feng, to block the incoming dark rays, flickered continuously with white light, deploying endless techniques. Dense White Sword Qi crisscrossed, condensing into a giant white sword before him.

Soon after, a White Netherworld Ghost Claw appeared in front of Shi Feng, white twisted Runes swirling around his whole body. In that moment, Shi Feng paid no attention to the activity beneath the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal.

What may sound complicated actually happened in the blink of an eye since Shi Feng had activated the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal.

Under the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal, Sartha, wrapped in black robes and surrounded by black Runes, was under the effect of the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal. Before even clashing with the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal, his black robe burst open, revealing the body beneath.

Sartha’s skin, like that of other Dark Elves, was dark purple. However, his dark purple head resembled that of a wild beast, fierce and grim!

Sartha and the Dark Elf elder Sarjia are blood brothers from the same parents, which is indisputable. However, even though it was proven by blood that Sartha was born that way within the Dark Elf Clan, the reason for his condition was unknown to them. But Sartha had inherently possessed a mysterious and powerful Dark Energy from birth.

The Dark Runes swirling around Sartha’s body were a manifestation of that inherent, powerful Dark Power. In an instant, using his One-star Martial Venerable Power, he charged with his body burning with Dark Essence, limbs outstretched, and fiercely collided with the descending Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal!

"Boom!" A fierce explosion resounded, and Sartha’s body, under the immense power of the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal, burst open instantly. However, the dense black runes that had enveloped him remained suspended beneath the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal. As Sartha’s dark purple blood sprayed out, it seemed as though it ignited them, turning them into dark rune flames that fiercely burned and surged towards the pressing Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal.

"Sartha!" Below, Sarjia looked up in grief at his brother Sartha, watching helplessly as his body exploded to counter the overwhelming White Sword Qi!

At this moment, the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal, emanating intense power and a chilling aura of slaughter, began to fracture under the dense, dark rune flames. In an instant, it was covered with dense cracks. Sartha’s self-destructive attack had withstood Shi Feng’s heavenly-defying martial technique—the Nine Nether Four Extremes Seal!

On another front, the ancestral artifact transformed into a dark light and upon contact with Shi Feng’s series of defenses, exploded with a deafening bang!

The entire world shook violently once again, as if the apocalypse had arrived. The glaring black firelight changed the color of the whole world. The explosion released fierce dark energy that swept wildly in all directions, devouring everything.

Shi Feng’s series of defenses, the swelling blood-colored light, rolling black fog, and the Purple Serpent Body, were swallowed up by the fierce dark energy in an instant—even Shi Feng’s entire body was submerged by this relentless power.

The area had become enveloped in darkness, as if everything not belonging to dark energy was completely devoured by the darkness.

The explosive power of the Dark Elf Clan’s ancestral artifact was equivalent to a full strike from a Six-star Martial Venerable, and its destructive power was terrifying!

"Damned Human Clan, daring to be the enemy of my Dark Elf Clan, this is your fate!" Away in the distance, Empress Aisali of the Dark Elf Clan coldly watched the area being devoured by fierce dark energy and spoke with hatred.

"Sartha! You can rest now! You sacrificed yourself for the future of our Dark Elf Clan, and I believe our people will never forget you generation after generation! Your deeds will forever be passed down among our Dark Elf Clan!" The elderly Sarjia, his dark purple face full of wrinkles, also stared ahead and quietly murmured, with scenes of his past with Sartha, his tragically fated younger brother, flashing in his mind.

"Lord Messenger!" In the Snake-man Race, everyone stared blankly at the battlefield swept by fierce dark energy—could Lord Messenger survive under such power?

"Brother Shi Feng!" Zi Ya also looked ahead, her face full of worry.

At this moment, Priest Kaley of the Snake-man Race came beside Zi Ya and silently sighed, "Under such power, I fear... it’s more likely that Shi Feng has met his demise! Ah..."

"No! Brother Shi Feng will be alright! I believe in him!" Upon hearing Priest Kaley’s words, Zi Ya’s face, full of worry, suddenly showed resolute determination!

"I hope so," Kaley sighed. She truly worried for Shi Feng; if Shi Feng really died, then a great disaster would befall the entire Snake-man Race!

The Dark Elf Clan, after all, would not spare the Snake-man Race!