A half-step immortal-level powerhouse, just as he appeared, was torn in two by a pair of giant hands, demonic blood splattering and infiltrating the sky.
The blood of a half-step immortal-level expert instantly transformed into endless runes, not a single drop falling to the ground.
"Boom!"
The demon clan's half-step immortal-level powerhouse was torn apart, but his primordial spirit broke free. He shouted angrily, but only halfway through his roar, a black claw shattered his primordial spirit.
His primordial spirit shattered, runes flew everywhere, and a tower-like figure gradually appeared in the void.
"Hall Master!"
Long Chen cried out in surprise. The person who made the move was none other than the Hall Master.
The Hall Master's face was dark, but his eyes were filled with endless excitement.
"I'm making a move now, shouldn't I be fine!"
The Hall Master looked at his own palm, muttering to himself, then suddenly shouted:
"Anyone who dares to touch a disciple of my academy will die!"
The Hall Master howled toward the sky, his deep dragon roar forming a sonic boom like a tsunami. His aura was deep and solid, with endless blood and energy surging.
What surprised and delighted Long Chen was that the Hall Master was also a half-step immortal-level powerhouse, and among them, he was an extremely terrifying existence.
"Long Chen, leave quickly. The Hall Master is unreliable. If he loses his mind, he'll only care about himself, not others."
Bai Zhantang transmitted a message to Long Chen. He knew the Hall Master too well. He was afraid Long Chen would misunderstand the Hall Master and think he would protect them.
Reminded by Bai Zhantang, Long Chen gripped his demonic blade and led everyone forward, not daring to pause for a moment.
"The Barbarian Dragon clan has become pets kept by humans. What right do they have to act arrogantly? Let me meet you. "
The void exploded, and a Kunpeng spread its wings, covering the sky, shattering clouds in all directions, revealing the stars of the heavens.
That Kunpeng was a phenomenon, and its owner was none other than an elder of the Kunpeng clan—the current clan leader, also a half-step immortal-level powerhouse.
"Boom!"
The Kunpeng clan leader's wings trembled behind him, and with a single claw strike, the shadow of a claw shattered the void for thousands of miles, reaching out to grab the Hall Master from afar.
The Hall Master snorted coldly, stepped forward, and struck out with a claw. The void shattered as the massive dragon claw collided with the Kunpeng claw.
"Rumble... The
void twisted, the earth collapsed, and a terrifying vortex formed between heaven and earth, like the mouth of a demon, ready to devour the entire world.
"Saint King Prefecture is about to be sunk." Someone screamed in terror.
People looked at the earth, which was continuously collapsing. Endless rune fragments danced in the void, and at that moment, all the laws of heaven and earth fell into chaos.
Long Chen and the others were originally flying through the air, but as the laws became chaotic, they lost the ability to control space.
"Run!"
At that moment, except for the half-step immortal-level powerhouses, everyone else lost the ability to fly through the air and had to switch to running on their own legs.
Long Chen had wings but couldn't fly, so he could only lead everyone in a wild run. Mo Nian's speed remained unchanged, and his broken boots were very strange and unaffected.
"Long Chen, how much strength do you have left?" Mo Nian rushed to Long Chen's side and transmitted his voice to him.
"Less than thirty percent."
Long Chen didn't know what Mo Nianwen meant by that, but he answered honestly.
"Wow, that's not enough?" That's not acceptable either; for men, endurance is the most important thing. Mo Nian couldn't help but say.
Long Chen nearly stumbled and fell to the ground. At a time like this, this guy still had the mood to joke about this.
"How much do you have left?" Long Chen couldn't help but ask in return.
"Ninety-five percent left." Mo Nian said proudly.
"No bragging, we're still good brothers." Long Chen shouted angrily.
"Why would I lie to you?" Don't be fooled by the fact that I can't do anything to that Yan Wuji—this guy can't do anything to me either.
But when it comes to endurance, I can wear down three of them. Didn't you see this guy disappeared? This guy's strength was less than fifty percent. He was scared, afraid I might seize the chance to kill him. Mo Nian said proudly.
"That impressive?" Long Chen couldn't help but say.
"Heh, I thought you could at least retain fifty percent of your strength. You rest for a bit, I'll lead the way, you save some strength." Mo Nian chuckled.
Long Chen nodded. The slash he fought against Long Aotian was the last wish of the Minghong Blade. Long Chen couldn't hold back, and that strike drained forty percent of his power.
In fact, Long Chen didn't need to expend so much power for that strike, because the Minghong Blade was already damaged at the time. Such violent power was poured into it, and he couldn't control it—most of it was wasted.
But Long Chen had no regrets. He was willing to send off this comrade who had accompanied him through battles with the greatest strength, leaving no regrets.
"Buzz"
Long Chen put away the Seven-Star Battle Body, keeping only the Dragon King Battle Form. His aura suddenly weakened.
Suddenly, Long Chen felt a stir in his heart. He couldn't help but glance around. Long Chen appeared calm on the surface, but a chilling look appeared deep in his eyes.
"Long Chen can't take it anymore, kill him quickly!"
When Long Chen put away his Seven-Star Battle Body, countless powerful figures shouted, especially Lian Wuying, Ye Wuchen, and Zhao Xingtian—prodigies who had been relentlessly chasing—charging forward with furious roars.
They chased relentlessly, but they were extremely cunning. When chasing them, they didn't make a move. Instead, they quietly rested, speeding up their recovery to let others wear down Long Chen and the others' combat strength. Now, seeing Long Chen put away his Seven-Star Battle Body, they thought he was at the end of his rope and rallied up one by one.
"Storm and Storm Cloud-Piercing Arrow."
Mo Nian kicked off the void, his boots glowing and unaffected by spatial turbulence. Standing above the group, he swiftly drew his longbow.
"Sss..."
Arrows shot out like fine rain, slicing through the air with lightning speed.
"Boom boom boom... Lian
Wuying and the others were horrified to discover that every arrow carried a terrifying aura of death. Lian Wuying's lotus leaf was pierced by the arrows and immediately withered and rotted rapidly.
"Puff puff puff...
Countless powerful figures around them were pierced by arrows, each letting out chilling screams. Those struck barely struggled before turning into a decaying corpse.
"Corpse poison?"
Long Chen's heart jolted. Suddenly, he understood: Mo Nian had long wandered the tomb, often tainted various corpse poisons, and Long Chen had once used thunderous power to help him remove the poison.
Corpse poison has long troubled Mo Nian. During tomb raiding, she often encounters terrifying corpse poisons. Some corpse poisons are very difficult to remove once contaminated.
But Mo Nian had taken a different approach, transforming corpse poison into a divine power. This arrow containing corpse poison was not only Mo Nian's way of detoxifying himself but also a terrifying killing move.
"Boom!"
Just as Mo Nian was displaying his divine powers, a deafening explosion echoed from afar. Long Chen looked toward the sound, his heart pounding wildly.