The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3379 - 3374: Pursuit of Life and Death_1

A chilling realization took root in Di Zun’s heart, spreading like a wildfire that threatened to consume his entire being.

He understood clearly that maintaining the current pace of battle was suicidal. If he persisted, he would surely meet the same bitter end as Han Tian at Yang Chen’s hands.

With this, Di Zun abandoned any pretense of pride and, in a sudden burst of movement, chose to make a run for it!

Yang Chen, witnessing the attempt to flee, refused to let his target slip away so easily. With a quick motion, he commanded the surrounding laws to coalesce from across the void. A colossal hand emerged, warping time and space as it clamped down toward the retreating Di Zun.

Yang Chen’s eyes narrowed. Di Zun’s decisiveness was impressive; a Royal Spirit God willing to discard all dignity at a moment's notice to ensure his survival was no small matter.

A cold expression settled over Yang Chen’s face.

While he acknowledged the practicality of Di Zun’s escape, the arrogant show of confidence earlier had been an unforgivable mistake.

Had Di Zun committed to a direct confrontation, Yang Chen felt certain he could have secured the kill. But now that his opponent had turned to flight, Yang Chen found himself struggling to bridge the gap.

Still, Yang Chen was determined not to let him vanish without a struggle.

"Where do you think you're going?"

As the massive, unseen palm surged forward, Di Zun shuddered, no longer daring to treat any of Yang Chen’s techniques with indifference.

"Break!" Di Zun roared. As the binding laws tightened around him, he triggered a violent surge of his own essence, causing the surrounding space to erupt like a chaotic tempest.

The clashing laws favored Di Zun’s brute force over Yang Chen’s supernatural constraint, and with a single explosive strike, the trap was shattered.

Without a backward glance, Di Zun increased his velocity, sprinting away with a speed that eclipsed even his pursuit of Xingtong just moments ago.

Xingtong, who was holding off five members of the Spirit God Race, watched in stunned disbelief.

She looked over to see that Han Tian had perished and Di Zun was in full retreat.

What kind of turn was this? By his own power, Yang Chen had claimed the life of one Royal Spirit God and forced another into a pathetic flight. These high-and-mighty figures were being dismantled one by one.

Driven by pure terror, Di Zun continued his desperate scramble for survival.

Yang Chen observed the entire scene with grim focus. Pushing off the ground, he dissolved into the fabric of time and space like a passing gust, reappearing in pursuit after several rapid teleports.

Sensing Yang Chen closing in, Di Zun howled, "Yang Chen, mark my words! Sooner or later, the Spirit God Race will claim your head!"

With that final threat, Di Zun brandished a Spirit Talisman and muttered an arcane incantation. His form erupted into a blinding stream of light, vanishing instantly into the void.

Barely a breath later, Yang Chen materialized at the exact spot.

Surveying the empty air, he sensed the lingering resonance of high-level spacetime manipulation.

"A Talisman Scroll keyed to spacetime, capable of long-range teleportation. Heaven knows where it deposited him," Yang Chen muttered to himself.

He had not anticipated that Di Zun would possess such a contingency. In his estimation, only one who truly mastered the profound laws of time and space could craft such an item.

Even for him, creating a long-distance spacetime scroll was a daunting task. For now, any trace of Di Zun had vanished from his senses.

"It seems the Spirit God Race hasn't survived in the Universe Starry Sky for generations without a few hidden cards," Yang Chen conceded with a frustrated shake of his head. The mechanics of the scroll remained beyond his immediate grasp.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the escape, and his mood darkened.

Di Zun getting away was a serious blow. The Spirit God Race was now fully alerted to his identity, and a survivor would certainly reveal his alliance with Xingtong.

Crucially, there was no way to confirm if the map had gone down with Han Tian or if Di Zun had taken it; if the latter, his entire effort tonight would be rendered pointless.

He pushed the thought aside and turned back to the remaining skirmish.

He arrived to find the five Spirit God Race minions still locked in a desperate struggle with Xingtong.

Seeing that one of their masters had been slain and the other had fled, the five ordinary warriors were gripped by total panic.

Bereft of their leadership, their coordination crumbled, causing their combat prowess to plummet—though their sheer desperation still made them a frantic threat to Xingtong.

Thankfully, Xingtong followed Yang Chen's earlier instruction to focus on stalling rather than direct eradication, making the engagement manageable.

Despite their panic, the five could not break through Xingtong’s defenses.

"Insect, is your life worth throwing away for the sake of a human?" one of the Spirit God Race members hissed.

"Throwing it away? Don't be confused. Yang Chen and I are exceptionally close," Xingtong replied with a playful laugh.

The group gritted their teeth in fury.

Suddenly, a crushing pressure descended upon the battlefield. The source was unmistakably Yang Chen.

"It's him!" the five warriors whispered in absolute terror.

They could barely fathom their survival if Yang Chen returned to the fray; the thought of engaging him filled them with profound dread.

Yang Chen had no patience for lingering. Wielding his Long Spear, fueled by the Crimson Ox Soul on one side and the Spirit of the Firefox on the other, he surged into their midst.

In a heartbeat, he flashed through the Domain, his spear piercing through one of the Spirit God Race members with the combined power of his spirits.

"Scatter!"

Witnessing such raw power, the remaining four understood their situation was hopeless. Di Zun himself had been overwhelmed—what hope remained for them?

They broke formation, fleeing in every direction like startled birds.

Yang Chen would not grant them such a luxury. Trapped within his Domain, these ordinary warriors stood no chance of escaping.

"Xingtong, take two. I’ll handle the others," Yang Chen commanded.

"Gladly," Xingtong grinned, sharp teeth bared. She found it trivial to dispatch two disheartened opponents while operating within the safety of his Domain.

As for Yang Chen, he shifted his focus toward the final pair, his figure flickering out of sight as he gave chase, his Long Spear ready to deliver the final mercy.