Chapter 1344: Chapter 841: The Three Emperors Battle Jiang Hui (Part 2) Chapter 1344: Chapter 841: The Three Emperors Battle Jiang Hui (Part 2) Deep in the cosmos.

Originally solitary and dark.

But now, an unending blood red spreads everywhere, like a sanguine paint unfurling.

It’s not just a change in color, but a viscous expanse that gathers together, resembling the surging waves of an ocean.

The blood red rages, slamming against the four corners of heaven and earth, instantly toppling this place.

In the midst of this scarlet peak, which had begun to take on a ghastly appearance,
A massive head suddenly rockets across the sky.

Raven-black blood soars countless miles, staining the blue heavens and merging into the surrounding sea of blood.

Emperor Hong’s severed body quickly recedes, and despite his beheading, he does not fall; such a wound is not enough to kill him.

But likewise, the severed head does not regenerate.

It is an elemental injury; with one swing, the primordial spirit’s head would also be cleaved.

Not the kind of physical wound that seems to heal instantaneously.

Like the wound on his chest, even if a new body coalesces, the decapitation will not mend.

An injury to the primordial spirit, even for a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, is exceptionally difficult to deal with.

It requires countless celestial treasures and incalculable ancient eons to restore.

Take the Destroyer Elder for example,
having once aimed for a forceful breakthrough to the Immortal Emperor’s Realm, damaging his primordial spirit, only now after silent eons is there a glimmer of recovery.

The beheaded Emperor Hong stumbles back, the cut is smooth, and the head spurting dark blood floats in the starry sky, drenched in black, transforming into enormous beast heads like continuous mountain ranges.

Truly immense, the beast head is surrounded by vast, undulating Ancient Countries, like miniature worlds floating on the sea’s surface.

The head seems like an eagle but also a hawk, like a hawk but also a lion-tiger, and from the inner ears towards the facial features, it is covered in eyes of all sizes.

Without sockets or lids, just large eyeballs jutting out, entwined with purple heavenly thunder, resembling mollusks on a turtle’s shell; they writhe ceaselessly.

Emperor Hong does not belong to any Race from the Ten Thousand Clans of today, like the nine-headed Ancient Beasts beneath the Feather Emperor, unrecorded by time, possibly the sole being of his kind through the ages, an unimaginable race, otherwise, he would not have attained the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Level.

To reach this Realm, one must be a protagonist of heaven and earth through the ages, true Controllers of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

The head suspended in the void still radiates terrible fierce might.

And the large purple eyes, wide open in fury, gaze directly at Jiang Hui, overflowing with rage and now a wholly independent entity.

As if to question Jiang Hui, why he had severed it.

A Quasi-Immortal Emperor Level Existence, especially one like the Three Dark Emperors who had immersed in this Realm for countless years.

Already at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor, they have brought this Realm to its limit, just one step away from the complete transformation of Emperor Radiance and becoming a true peerless Immortal Emperor.

Such a being, it’s not an exaggeration to say, every part of their body, even a single drop of blood, can possess an entire consciousness.

Once it separates, it could rival the most remarkable Heavenly Prides and become a leader among the young generation.

But…

“It’s pitch dark, don’t you know how scary that is?!”

Jiang Hui glances at it, frowns slightly, thinks for a moment, his hand reaches out, directly pressing towards Emperor Hong’s severed head.

Heaven and earth roar, the void collapses inch by inch, crushed by the pressure emanating from the immense hand of Mi Tian.

Emperor Hong’s severed head screams, rushing to escape, still possessing will even though already cut off, but it is still caught in an instant.

“Still dare to flee?”

Jiang Hui’s robe stirs without wind, rustling, his slender fingers shining like Amber Agate, pressing down with infinite weight.

That originally ferocious and ghastly head suddenly becomes docile as a startled rabbit.

Jiang Hui is expressionless, the luminescence in his hand becomes even more dazzling.

Crack…

Crack…

Like an eggshell being crushed.

Following that,
comes the indescribable sound of a skull shattering.

The brilliance in Jiang Hui’s hand grows even more brilliant.

The next moment,
Emperor Hong’s head splits apart,
crushed by Jiang Hui’s sheer force.

There’s no scene of brain matter splattering,
the head of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor wouldn’t have such mortal structures within.

Instead,
as Emperor Hong’s head is crushed, a dense purple fog sweeps out, mixed with piercing shrill cries, as the world manifests unknowable phenomena, but are directly extinguished by a slap from Jiang Hui.

The head of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor should be unimaginably sturdy, not something that can be blasted open by Heavenly Thunder or melted by earth’s fire.

But in Jiang Hui’s hand, it’s as fragile as a piece of tofu.

He didn’t need to apply much effort; Emperor Hong’s head couldn’t withstand its own Heavenly Dao’s pressure.

Of course, even so, Jiang Hui held back a lot.

After all, there was an insurmountable chasm between him and the Three Dark Emperors.

A little too much force might crush them all to death, so to avoid scaring them off, Jiang Hui deliberately made a show of great strain.

“Master of Liu Village, your struggles are destined to be in vain, you will never understand the kind of power you are truly facing!”