Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 877 - 864 Ancestor Lingg Yefeng

Space-breaking shot towards the Death God was Jing Tianyu, and directed a palm strike diagonally at Shi Feng and the others. A vast expanse of holy light emanated from the palm of Jing Tianyu, sweeping towards Shi Feng in the darkness and the twelve Supreme Martial Emperors.

The holy light seemed to devour all darkness, to consume all life that defied the will of light.

"Hmph!" At this moment, the black shadow of the Death God suddenly emitted a low grunt, and a majestic and gloomy voice followed: "This mere Light Divine Power dares to intrude upon our dark domain, break!"

With the final roar from the black shadow of the Death God, the light unleashed by Jing Tianyu instantly shattered. The vast holy light in the darkness turned into tiny stars.

"This... how is this possible! My Divine Power!" Seeing his full-force attack crumble instantly under that voice, Jing Tianyu’s face revealed a completely unacceptable expression.

His own Divine Power! The power he had sacrificed for, prayed for and was bestowed by the mighty Bright God, was shattered by just one voice from that person. How could Jing Tianyu willingly accept such a cruel reality?

"No! I don’t believe it! This is merely an avatar! How could it be stronger than the power bestowed by the God? I don’t believe it! The power of the God is invincible!" Jing Tianyu shouted incredulously once again, looking up to the sky, staring at the vague black shadow holding the Silver Sickle.

The figure charging diagonally upwards continued to rapidly approach the shadow, his entire being shone with a brilliant holy radiance.

Evidently, the unwilling Jing Tianyu was ready to unleash all his Divine Power against that Death God avatar.

"Tianyu, don’t act impulsively! Come back quickly!" In the Bright Region, the Emperor of Destiny, Wuq Qianxuan, urgently shouted at Jing Tianyu.

As the one who controls destiny, just as Jing Tianyu rushed upwards, he captured a trace of Jing Tianyu’s destiny trajectory.

"Hmph!" At this moment, the vague black shadow let out a disdainful cold snort. Immediately, the Death God Scythe in his hand swung down towards the diagonal charging Jing Tianyu.

Where the Death God Scythe passed, the space immediately shattered layer by layer, forming a long spatial rift. Soon, it was about to slash towards the Bright Emperor, Jing Tianyu.

"Light Divine Power, destroy all Evil Power, break!" Jing Tianyu roared angrily once more, gathering all the holy radiance upon his body into his hands, manifesting a holy Light Divine Sword within them.

Jing Tianyu gripped the Light Divine Sword with both hands and fiercely slashed towards the swiftly cutting Death God Scythe!

With a "boom," the Light Divine Sword collided violently with the Death God Scythe, producing a thunderous explosion, the clash of Divine Grade Power, once again creating a massive Dark Void in the space.

"This... how could it be! God! The power granted to me by the God!" In the center of the massive Dark Void, the face of the Bright Emperor Jing Tianyu remained filled with unwillingness and an inability to accept, staring dumbfounded at his own hands.

Under the strike of the Death God Scythe, the Bright Divine Sword manifested from his Light Divine Power was now shattering in his hands, leaving only a sword hilt tightly grasped in his hands.

And that Death God Scythe continued towards Jing Tianyu’s neck after destroying the Bright Divine Sword.

In an instant, Jing Tianyu’s head, still filled with reluctance and disbelief, soared into the sky, his head and body severed under the Death God Scythe.

"No! Tianyu!"

"Tianyu!"

"Your Majesty!"

In the Bright Region, seeing this scene, the Bright Army let out waves of mournful howls.

Meanwhile, in the Dark Area, Shi Feng, with the Nine Nether Technique swiftly operating, also formed his hands into claws, fiercely drawing upwards to absorb Jing Tianyu’s body.

Jing Tianyu’s Power of Death was quickly captured by Shi Feng, absorbed and transformed into Nine Nether Power within his Dantian.

However, under the powerful pull of the Dark Void, the suction force generated by Shi Feng’s claws hadn’t yet absorbed Jing Tianyu’s body before his head and torso were drawn into that massive Dark Void and fell into an unknown space.

Then, the enormous Dark Void, carrying Jing Tianyu’s body, began to rapidly close!

"What a pity!" Watching the disappeared body of Jing Tianyu in the Dark Void, Shi Feng shook his head and sighed. He had been a step too slow and lost the tangible blood and soul of a Nine-star Supreme Martial Emperor.

But although it was a pity, it was also a great fortune! Jing Tianyu was dead. This crisis was finally over. Without the intervention of that Death God avatar, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Perhaps today was not the day they would wipe out the Bright Camp, but rather the anniversary of his and the Dark Camp’s demise.

"Lingg Yefeng pays respects to the ancestor!" At this moment, Lingg Yefeng beside Shi Feng shouted loudly, kneeling down towards the vague shadow in the sky.

"Dark Descendant Andang pays respects to the Death God!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Destruction Descendant Miee Tian pays respects to the Death God!"

At the same time, the Dark Emperor and the Emperor of Destruction also knelt down towards the vague shadow in the sky.

It is rumored that the Dark Camp in ancient times was founded by the Dark God, Destruction God, and Death God, and they were the descendants of these three gods.

Therefore, the Death God is the ancestor of the Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, and this avatar is an avatar of the Death God.

The Death God Scythe that felled Jing Tianyu did not get swallowed by the Dark Void along with him but instead flew back into the hand of the Death God avatar.

Facing the worship of the three below, the Death God avatar seemed unaware and indifferent, merely stretching out a vague black hand and lightly stroking the Death God Scythe.

Immediately, Shi Feng felt his mind tremble, as the mark he left on the Death God Scythe was obliterated under that stroke.

As his mark was wiped away, the vague black shadow above gradually became more indistinct and faint, as if its mission had been completed, and eventually disappeared like black mist in the darkness above.

The Silver Sickle, with the disappearance of the Death God avatar, plummeted rapidly downwards, quickly stopping in midair above Lingg Yefeng’s head, hovering still.

"Master!" At this point, Lingg Yefeng’s face showed a look of difficulty, turning his head to gaze at Shi Feng.

Clearly, that avatar of his ancestor intended to pass this Death God Scythe to him, but this Death God Scythe originally belonged to his master.

How could he claim it!