Faced with Chu Zheng's demand, Shi Ri Yu's reply was without the slightest hesitation, not even a blink of his eyes.

It was as if Chu Zheng had asked him to slay not the Ancestor of Martial Arts, but an insignificant ant, for he didn't regard the three terrifying figures above as worthy of notice at all.

The moment his words fell, Shi Ri Yu stood up swiftly, sharply looking back at the sky, which was in upheaval due to a terrifying aura.

The Gang wind, sharp as knives, surged down from the cracks of the shattered sky, the blood-red garment flapping fiercely in the wind.

Shi Ri Yu's gaze, burning like fire, instantly crossed the boundless void, landing on the three figures suspended in the sky. His right hand grasped the void, and in his palm appeared a blood-colored long spear engulfed with ominous Blood Fiend Qi, its spearhead flowing with dark red annihilation thunder.

The spear's blade trembled, emitting a humming sound.

At the instant Shi Ri Yu took out the Warrior, Fu Pinglan's expression turned incomparably grave, an invisible spiritual perception warning him, a chill from the depths of his very soul making him suddenly look all around.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Unbeknownst to them, in the chaotic, energy-ravaged void surrounding them within the fragmentary sky, stood figures either as ethereal as smoke or as solid as mountains.

Like Yin Gods walking out from the River of Time, they appeared silently in the void.

A whole ten figures, together with the two Ancient Ancestors below, totaling twelve.

Twelve Ancient Ancestors, each distinct in appearance and aura, all emanating an ancient presence capable of extinguishing space-time. Though they didn't deliberately exert pressure, the intertwining of invisible Dao rhyme and cold killing intent had already encircled Fu Pinglan and the other two completely.

Like Ancient Fierce Beasts eyeing their prey, they blocked all space and retreat routes around the three.

"Please, everyone follow me... to slay these three beasts for the Ancestral Dao!"

Shi Ri Yu roared a long howl that split the clouds, leaped into the sky with his spear, and the thunderous sound shook the Universe.

"Kill!"

The word "kill" burst out, like a war horn against the heavens, piercing the eternal silence, igniting the disaster flame sealed for ages.

Shi Ri Yu's body transformed into a blood-colored fiendish light, tearing through the sky, leading the charge with his blood spear, behind him, eleven silhouettes of Ancient Ancestors, their murderous aura soaring into the sky, causing the sky-covering fiendish clouds to boil, turning into twelve extinction beams, like twelve burning meteors against the world, defiantly piercing upward, directly rushing at those three descending celestial suns!

The next moment, the cyan sky shattered, exploding with the sound of ancient rotten wood collapsing, piercing the soul, the Heaven and Earth overturned, like a glass mirror, shattering inch by inch, with countless fractures spreading across the celestial extent.

The vast River of Time, seized by supreme might, boomed down from the end of the shattered Heaven and Earth. Its torrents surged, engulfing the shadows of all ages, streams of light of the billion epochs, past images and future scenes overlapped, appearing and disappearing within the waves.

The endless time fragments, like crystalline sand star rain, burst beneath the Universe and Earth, resembling a war field, pressing down, covering the eight directions.

Within an instant, Shi Ri Yu along with the twelve Ancient Ancestors, as well as Fu Pinglan and the other two, were engulfed in it, entering the Space-time Domain.

This place, separated by Yin Yang, formed its own sphere, transcending the present world, was a time cage belonging solely to the Ancestral Realm, a space-time battlefield.

Trapped in this absolute killing scenario set by the twelve Ancient Ancestors and forcibly pulled into the battlefield of the River of Space-Time, Fu Pinglan's face was as dark as black ice, almost condensed into water, the thought of taking advantage to kill Chu Zheng earlier shattered instantly by the reality before him.

The twelve Ancient Ancestors all emerged, moreover in the universe's home field, with the favorable timing, geography, and unity under their control, the three of them had no chance of victory.

The shadow of death was like a cold venomous snake, entwined around Fu Pinglan's heart, but there was no time to worry about life and death now. Visit My Virtual Library Empire (NovelBin) for more.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the roaming light and shadows of the River of Space-Time, glaring fixedly at those twelve figures like gods and demons, his voice carrying an extreme chill, sharply questioned:

"You all... plan to aid Zheng Chu? Why?!"

His voice echoed within the River of Space-Time, reverberating amid the disaster waves and light shadows, filled with immense confusion and anger:

"The contest of the Great Universe is between us and Zheng Chu, what does it have to do with you spirits who perished in the Ancient Times?!"

He took a deep breath, his voice rising:

"Should he unify the Great Universe, how could you possibly have any survival? What kind of person is Zheng Chu? How could he allow beings like you, resembling spirits and monsters, to remain in the world?! You are courting your own doom!"

Though stern and intense in tone, his mind was heavier than ever.

The twelve Ancestors of the Universe, this already represented half of the universe's fighting power, and these Ancestors before him, all veterans prior to the tribulation, even the youngest one has been in the Ancestral Realm for over a billion years, with profound cultivation, not to be underestimated.

Most crucially, the living creatures of the universe have always fought individually, cold and emotionless, Ancient Ancestors even more so, aside from the battles with the Great Universe, there is absolutely no possibility of joining forces.

But now, these Ancient Ancestors, because of Chu Zheng, have joined forces!

What an astonishing event, such unprecedented since the Primordial Era.

Fu Pinglan's eyes flashed with sharp light once more, speaking again, his voice like a frost blade, enveloped with biting cold:

"Could it be that you believe Zheng Chu can cause dead bones to grow flesh? Believing he could upend the wheel of life and death tribulation, allowing you remnants of the soul which should have long turned to tribulation ashes, to regain flesh and blood?"

"Deluded!"

Fu Pinglan roared, stirring immense waves within the River of Time, he was already helpless, only hoping these words might sway the minds of some Ancient Ancestors.