As Ye Han shouted loudly, the space around them twisted abruptly. A figure appeared in front of Ye Han, just as the devastating attack reached him.
"It's been tens of thousands of years, finally free," a faint voice uttered, showing no concern for the incoming attack. With a simple wave of his hand, the cataclysmic strike vanished into thin air, as if it had never been there. At this moment, Ye Han too arrived beside the figure, his massive wings powerfully flapping.
"Master," the person who appeared addressed Ye Han respectfully. The two imposing figures also appeared, staring at Ye Han and Erxula in astonishment.
"Who are you?" asked one of them, a middle-aged man in a magic robe, eyeing Erxula intently.
"I am but a being lost for tens of thousands of years," Erxula replied indifferently, sending ripples of space emanating from his body, neutralizing the duo's momentum for Ye Han.
"Tens of thousands of years?" the two exchanged a puzzled look.
"Is Annabelle still around?" Erxula asked the man in the magic robe. The mention of Annabelle, the ruler of the Law Sect from 50,000 years ago, shocked him.
"How do you know her?" they asked in terror.
"Is Kura still in this realm?" Erxula then turned to the other person. Both reacted with the same shocked expression, staring at Erxula in silence.
While they conversed, Ye Han suddenly felt an extreme necessity in his soul. His soul power was completely depleted, making his vision increasingly blurry.
"Kill them," a cold voice echoed among the three. The two, furious, looked at Ye Han. They couldn't believe that Erxula would heed the words of such an insignificant being against two divine powerhouses.
"Yes," Erxula answered calmly, appearing instantly between the two.
Shocked, they looked at Erxula, unable to react to his actions. When they saw Erxula approaching and tried to flee, they found themselves paralyzed.
With a 'puff', their heads flew off. Erxula swiftly flew up, catching the heads and twisting them in his hands, causing them to explode. Two identical crystals emerged in Erxula's hands.
The entire event happened in a blink of an eye. Ye Han couldn't clearly see how Erxula had so effortlessly killed two such powerful beings.
"Master, for you," Erxula said, handing over the two crystals to Ye Han, who was still in shock.
"What are these?" asked Ye Han.
"Their divinities."
"Divinities?"
"Yes. Divinities are formed when a divine-tier powerhouse's personal comprehension of laws is refined by the will of heaven and earth. It is the foundation of a divine-tier powerhouse's strength."
"But if they are dead, what use are they?"
"Divinities can be refined by a peak saint-tier individual. In a few short years, they can reach divine-tier strength. However, they will forever remain at that level unless they refine a higher-tier divinity to enhance their power, but they will never reach the pinnacle of divine-tier."
Only then did Ye Han understand the preciousness of these divinities to peak saint-tier powerhouses. Possessing them was akin to having divine-tier strength.
Taking the divinities from Erxula, Ye Han asked, "What level were they?"
"Lower divine-tier," Erxula replied.
"Lower divine-tier," Ye Han realized why Erxula could so easily defeat them. As a mid-divine-tier being, Erxula was a level above them. The difference was vast, like heaven and earth, especially after Erxula's tens of thousands of years of law comprehension without the influence of the apocalypse, making his understanding deeper and more perfect.
Suddenly, Ye Han's body shook violently, and he slowly reverted to his original form. He quickly donned a black robe from his ring. The excessive depletion of soul power left Ye Han feeling weak and confused about how he had summoned Erxula.
Growing more and more delirious, Ye Han knew he had to meditate quickly to restore his soul power, or else face severe consequences.
Suddenly, Ye Han's body jolted. He steadied himself on Erxula, and behind them, thousands of people appeared, two standing on the backs of winged dragons, respectfully positioned behind Ye Han.
"Slaughter everyone in the city of Miat. Leave no survivors," Ye Han ordered, and then he and Erxula's figures gradually vanished into the ruins.
Ye Han and Erxula appeared outside the blood mist of the apocalypse prison. As soon as they emerged, Ye Han fainted. At the same time, a red light enveloped him, and Erxula, under the red glow, was pushed several dozen feet away.
Enveloped in a red glow, Ye Han slowly flew into the blood mist, eventually coming to rest above a pool of blood. The blood in the pool suddenly began to churn violently, forming columns that surrounded Ye Han.
Curtis and Xiazuo also appeared outside the blood mist, quietly observing Ye Han above the blood pool.
"Where is Xiaoya?" Curtis asked Erxula, looking around.
"I don't know. She was suddenly teleported away, and I haven't seen her since she briefly returned."
At that moment, in the blood pool beneath Ye Han, a figure lying flat gradually rose to the surface, eventually floating at the same height as Ye Han. Unlike Ye Han, this figure was surrounded by a green barrier.
Meanwhile, the city of Miat outside the apocalypse prison was facing a ruthless massacre. Following Ye Han's orders, over two thousand five hundred people, led by two riding winged dragons, embarked on a killing spree in the city. They spared no one – men, women, children, and the elderly all fell to their onslaught.
Within a short period, the entire city of Miat plunged into unprecedented panic. Civilians fled for their lives, only to find that their escape routes were blocked by a hundred frenzied killers.
Those with strength in the city fought back, resulting in continuous explosions of fighting energy and magic. Buildings collapsed, the ground cracked, and fires raged fiercely everywhere.
However, Ye Han's forces, consisting mostly of sixth and seventh-tier strength with a few reaching the eighth tier, suffered heavy losses against the city's full resistance. After an hour of massacre, the two dragon riders were forced to retreat with their remaining forces, well-versed in such combat situations.
Panic, fear, screams, and corpses filled the city of Miat. With one to two hundred guards at each of the city's gates, none of the survivors dared to flee.
Days passed, and each day saw the death toll in Miat rise. Limbs and corpses littered the once-bustling streets. The city was no longer filled with its usual noise and vitality but was instead engulfed in a deadly silence.
Ten days later, Ye Han, floating above the blood pool in the apocalypse prison, finally showed signs of life. The blood surrounding him receded, revealing him in a black robe. Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, still handsome with long white hair, but now his eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent.
"Xiaoya," he called out softly, breaking the silence of the apocalypse prison. He turned to Xiaoya inside the green barrier and called out instinctively, but she showed no response.
Confused, Ye Han looked at the seemingly sleeping Xiaoya, whose aged face had now returned to its original state. Xiaoya had disappeared mysteriously before and now reappeared here. Ye Han was well aware of the potency of the blood pool and mist. Why was Xiaoya here?
Curtis and his companions also arrived outside the blood mist. Connected by their souls, they knew immediately when Ye Han awoke.
"Curtis, what about Xiaoya?" Ye Han asked coldly.
"I don't know," Curtis replied, causing Ye Han to give up further questioning.
"Xiaoya, I will wake you up," Ye Han said angrily, disappearing above the blood pool.