Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 162 - The Hunt is Over

In the Second Layer.

A figure emerged from the gorge and unleashed a devastating technique, causing the formation to flicker with dense cracks at the spot that was hit.

"Reinforce the formation!" Emperor Ashton shouted, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield that was in their control through the defensive formations.

Individually, they were no match for these outsiders, but through the formations that their ancestors built, it was more than capable of stopping these Fifth Stage Cultivators.

Emperor Ashton and the other Fifth Stage experts were in the centre of a killing formation, destroying whoever showed up from the gorge.

Deep inside the gorge was were the spatial tunnel existed, connecting to the place where that Outer Hall Elder in the first layer was present.

"These rats! They’re sneak attacking every time, trying to break our defence formation!" Emperor Ruth had an ugly expression on his face.

"How many have we killed?" Emperor Claymore asked with a solemn expression on his face.

"157 Fifth Stage Experts..." Emperor Ross uttered with a solemn voice.

The Four Emperors had a grave expression on their faces. No matter how many times they saw it, it would confer them a sense of inferiority and the feeling of being a frog in a well.

Their Grand Sea Continent only had a few 5th Stage experts while the other side sends them to their deaths like they were cannon fodder.

This comparison and their perspective were a little hard for them to understand.

Every time the invasion of the outsiders ended, it invoked greed in their hearts, encouraging them to plunder other Empires for their benefit and growth.

"Hmm? Take over the formation..." Emperor Ashton noticed a slender but lonely silhouette emerge out of the secret entrance in a wobbling fashion.

He gave the control of the formation to another expert and hurriedly flew to his daughter who was coming out of the secret entrance, "Shirley, why are you out so soon? Only half a day has passed..."

Shirley looked above, her fair face quite saddened, gazed at her father’s figure with some melancholy in her heart.

She quickly changed her expression and smiled wryly, "The hunt is over..."

Emperor Ashton landed beside her and nodded his head, "I see, the hunt is over..."

"Eh? The hunt is over!?" Emperor Ashton realised her meaning and widened his eyes as he asked with a loud voice.

The other the Emperors glanced at them with confusion visible in their eyes.

Suddenly, a few more silhouettes emerged from the distorted space while experiencing the same discomfort when they first entered.

"Ahh... This is unbelievable! I can’t believe how much spoils we gained!"

"Yeah, luckily, we have our family to protect ourselves..."

Following them, even more, young elites stepped out as time passed, making the experts guarding over the place, incredibly angry.

"Cowards! You are all cowards!"

"All of you value your lives that much?!"

"I didn’t think the junior generation would fall to this extent..."

Various disappointed comments echoed out from above, causing most of the youth’s expression to turn a little strange.

"Silence!!" Emperor Ashton shouted, making the experts shut their mouths.

He then gazed at her, "Shirley, quickly tell father what had happened!?"

Shirley opened up her mouth, causing the other experts to pay attention, "The outsider’s geniuses are dead, not one of them is left alive."

Hearing her statement, the crowd went silent.

Jeering voices erupted around the area, "Hahaha, Emperor Ashton, It’s not that I am mocking you or anyone else for that matter but, I didn’t think that these youths would conceive such lies to save themselves pitifully." An expert spoke with a distrustful tone.

"Speak for yourself..." Shirley indifferently replied, not bothering to give respect to that expert.

"You!" That expert pointed at her with a fuming face.

Just when he opened his mouth to mock her again, no words came out of his mouth as he froze, gazing upon the sight that was placed in his view.

The elite youths all took out the corpses from their space rings and extended their hands.

Their hands held some space rings which did not look the same as the ones present in the Grand Sea Continent.

Some had many, and most had few while the remaining were empty-handed.

"..." Utter silence reigned on the area, making those youths unconsciously feel proud of being in the same generation of a certain person, but mostly proud of themselves for retrieving the spoils.

"This... What exactly happened?" Emperor Ashton asked with an excited expression on his face.

He could faintly guess what had happened because there was only one figure missing in this place right now.

The other emperors also left their formations as they handed it over to other experts and landed on the ground. They couldn’t possibly stay while seeing those numerous space rings right in front of their eyes, an amount which could rival probably more than a single Empire’s wealth.

"Royal Father, it’s like this..." Kristo Ashton stepped forward as he slightly glanced at his little sister who seemed hesitant and explained.

He faintly could guess that his little sister was quite heartbroken from the earlier events, and to that, he could only shake his head.

Hearing his explanation of how they found only the corpses, their faces changed into one of pure disbelief.

"It is unexpected that Prince Davis’s proficiency in Soul Forging Cultivation was this tremendous..." Emperor Ruth sighed as he shook his head, while his tone was one of admiration.

"What do you mean it is unexpected? If I had a master like that senior, I would also be proficient in Cultivation!" Emperor Ross replied in a disgruntled tone, quite jealous of Davis’s strength.

"Then why don’t you have one? It is because you don’t possess the talent!" Emperor Ruth ruthlessly responded, causing Emperor Ross’s face to change with a slight harrumph.

"So? Where is he?" Emperor Ashton asked excitedly.

"Probably left to the other side, his master should be probably waiting there..." Kristo shook his head as he told his guess.

Emperor Ashton’s face went stiff before he made a slight sigh, "A pity... Truly a pity..."

He uttered that comment as he looked at Shirley, causing the latter to tremble sightly.