"Wow, he's here again, chopping another one."
Guo Ran had just pulled one of Zhao Ritian's thighs back. Seeing Zhao Ritian charging at him again, he couldn't help but shout excitedly.
Guo Ran, in his excitement, didn't notice that although Zhao Ritian's leg had been cut off with that strike just now, a gap the size of an egg had already cracked open on the blade.
The runes on the battle blade were already incomplete, its combat power was damaged, and with another strike, the blade could shatter instantly.
"Zhao Ritian, calm down."
Suddenly, a flying rainbow descended from afar, blocking Zhao Ritian. The person there was none other than Feng Fei.
Feng Fei and Mo Nian fought fiercely, but kept an eye on the entire battlefield. Realizing that Zhao Ritian, in his rage, charged in and would suffer a heavy loss.
She immediately put down Mo Nian and stopped Zhao Ritian. She knew him too well; he was almost brainless, and after losing his leg in pain, he had already gone mad.
"Step aside! I'm going to kill them. I'm going all out to avoid becoming emperor, but I'll kill them too. They're going too far." Zhao Ritian roared, his face twisted and frightening, as if he wanted to eat human flesh.
Feng Fei wielded divine light, forming chains that trapped Zhao Ritian. Feng Fei shouted,
"This is not worth it at all. Calm down, or don't blame me for using the divine token to teleport you out."
Zhao Ritian was already furious, but after being trapped by Feng Fei, he gradually calmed down. Pointing at the smug Guo Ran, he cursed loudly:
"Damn it¥#@, just you wait! I'm Young Master Ritian! If I don't tear you to pieces, I won't be called Zhao Ritian."
Suddenly, Yun Tian's lips curled into a smile. A dignified Emperor Miao-level powerhouse was so angry he cursed like a shrew—Guo Ran really was quite skilled.
Guo Ran wasn't someone to mess with, and of course he wouldn't ignore his insults. However, Guo Ran was more civilized and didn't bring the senior women from Zhao Ritian's family.
"Buzz!"
The phenomenon behind Guo Ran stretched open, and within it, four light spheres appeared, each containing something inside.
"Three heads, one leg, tsk tsk, truly worthy of the Sun Heaven Young Master. Day after day, sun, earth, and air, three heads and one leg reveal your feelings. You travel thousands of miles to deliver gifts, and you wouldn't be happy not to accept them." Guo Ran actually started shouting shamelessly, looking like he was coming to bite me in defiance. His behavior could drive someone crazy.
Guo Ran was extremely cautious. The three heads and one leg were only displayed in the vision, not daring to show them, fearing Zhao Ritian might use a secret technique to take them away.
"Clap clap clap"
Applause echoed through the void, and Mo Nian came over as well, giving a thumbs-up: "What a fine poem, a great poem! The artistic conception is profound, the tonal patterns rhyme, truly a masterpiece that conveys the ages."
Especially with your recitation style, with rising and falling heights, five tones resonating gracefully, and matching your facial expressions, the poetic conception is portrayed with utmost depth. Truly impressive. "
You're so polite. It's rare that you're also a refined person—every word is a gem, your commentary is spot on—truly a master." Guo Ran hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted.
What Guo Ran wrote was a ridiculous poem, just meant to provoke Zhao Ritian. Mo Nian was just supporting him, so he immediately put on a big face, climbed the ladder, and gave Mo Nian a high hat.
"Mutual and funny"
"Laugh and laugh at me."
Mo Nian and Guo Ran pretended to praise each other, especially when Guo Ran showed Zhao Ritian's three heads and one of his thighs, which instantly made Zhao Ritian's eyes turn red.
"I... I ... Pfft! Zhao
Ritian suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood. Overwhelmed by rage, he actually coughed up blood, showing that his anger had reached its peak.
"This man is crude and vulgar, actually spitting in front of everyone. He's not one of our kind."
Looking at Zhao Ritian, Mo Nian shook his head and said.
Zhao Ritian was about to explode. Under the provocation of Mo Nian and Guo Ran, his anger was impossible to suppress. He felt that if he didn't release it, he would be furious.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and kill Long Chen."
Just as Zhao Ritian was about to explode in anger, Ye Ming's furious roar echoed from inside the barrier, his face also twisted with rage.
Inside the barrier, he formed hand seals with both hands, endless black energy swirling behind him, seemingly empowering the formation to resist Long Chen's Netherworld Karmic Fire.
But the Netherworld Karmic Fire could not be tainted; he could only suppress it with the laws, while having the evil disciples use the power of life as a guide, running parallel with the tree's vitality, hoping to revive the Evil King as quickly as possible.
But this was like filling a pool of water—only after filling it would the Devouring Heaven Evil King be resurrected. Now, Long Chen's fire was like poking a hole in the pool, causing it to leak continuously and continuously burn the life force on the altar.
Now a balance had formed: no matter how hard Ye Ming tried, he could only remain stagnant and unyielding.
Moreover, he dared not be careless for a moment, because if his life force couldn't keep up, Long Chen's Netherworld Karma Fire would burn into the main body of the altar. If the altar itself collapsed, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
Seeing Fairy Dan and Yun Tian stop, Ye Ming had already guessed the conditions for their cease, but seeing Zhao Ritian, that fool, actually sparring with the Dragonblood warriors, made his liver ache with anger.
"The main task is urgent. Let's attack from both sides at the same time and break their formation."
After Feng Fei sent a message to Zhao Ritian, she actually took the initiative to attack Mo Nian, and Zhao Ritian then attacked Aman again.
"Aman, bring him over again. Right now, I'm missing one leg. Two arms would be enough for a full set." Guo Ran shouted loudly, cheering on Aman.
Guo Ran's shout made Zhao Ritian leap halfway through and nearly fall from the sky. His fury turned into boundless strength, launching a relentless assault on Aman.
"Watch out!"
Suddenly, Mo Nian cried out in alarm. Feng Fei's longsword shimmered with divine light. No one knew what spell she had used, but she had absorbed the force of Mo Nian's arrow. At the same time, she charged toward the Dragonblood Legion like a bolt of lightning.
"Buzz!"
Just as Feng Fei lunged at the Dragon Blood Legion, Zhao Ritian also forced Aman to retreat. His Thunderous Dragon Staff radiated divine light for thousands of miles, and with a furious roar, he charged at him from the angle opposite Feng Fei.
"Yu!"
Xia Chen shouted sharply inside the core of the grand formation. Everyone's phenomena instantly connected, the light sphere trembled, and the formation became blurry.
On both sides of the formation, Guo Ran and Gu Yang appeared, concentrating all the power of the Dragon Blood Legion on the two of them.
With a loud explosion, Zhao Ritian and Feng Fei were sent flying, while the Dragon Blood warriors inside the formation all spat out mouthfuls of blood.
The formation deformed slightly, but quickly restored. The Dragon Blood warriors let out a thunderous roar, like a dragon roaring across the heavens.
Even two Emperor Miao-level experts combined their attack without breaking the formation. The Dragon Blood Warriors finally revealed their terrifying power.
"The so-called masses'One heart' is just an exaggeration; from ancient times to the present, perhaps only they have achieved it. Yun
Tian looked at the dragonblood warriors, who howled at the sky, their morale high, and couldn't help but feel emotional.
"Even the Great Emperor can't do this. Perhaps ..." A strange glint flashed in Yun Tian's eyes, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, hurt each other? Let's see who can't hold on first. Guo Ran roared, his roar tinged with metallic tremors, sounding so arrogant and domineering.
The key point was that Guo Ran spat blood, and no one saw it. On the surface, he appeared so calm and composed.
Feng Fei and Zhao Ritian were both shocked. Their coordination had been seamless, both attacking with full force. Both forces erupted simultaneously, and the Dragonblood Legion actually blocked them.
Feng Fei and Zhao Ritian were both shaken, their blood and energy surging. Feng Fei's arm went numb. The Dragon Blood Legion's combined attack technique was too powerful—no wonder Long Chen dared to focus on dealing with Ye Ming.
"Stop fighting, all of you come in." Ye Ming shouted.
Because at this moment, his strength was starting to wane. The more than 500,000 evil sect disciples all looked pale, their lives drained so much that they were already struggling to keep up.
If this continues, unable to withstand the scorching flames, the altar will be burned to ashes.
Feng Fei and Zhao Ritian flashed into the altar space. Zhao Ritian cursed angrily, "Ye Ming, what the hell are you doing?" He used to boast so much, saying he could catch Yun Tian and Long Chen in one go, but now?
You've dragged us all into this. If I'd known you were so useless, we wouldn't have worked with you at all. Zhao
Ritian was holding back his anger. His head had been severed three times, his thigh once, and he had suffered endless humiliation. Now, he was venting his anger directly on Ye Ming.
"Clearly, you're useless. You can't even beat a foolish kid. Getting your head chopped off and legs broken—what does that have to do with me?
If you can take down that foolish kid, everything can go according to plan, and all the accidents are your fault. How can you still blame others? Ye Ming was also furious.
Originally, everything had been well planned: he would deal with Long Chen, Dan Fairy would hold off Yun Tian, and Feng Fei would handle Mo Nian.
In this way, Zhao Ritian was responsible for dealing with the Dragonblood Legion. According to the original plan, Zhao Ritian was supposed not to immediately kill the Dragonblood Legion warriors, but to take control of the rhythm and distract Long Chen.
Because if the Dragonblood Legion were wiped out in one stroke, then Long Chen, once unburdened, might escape without any attachments. The Dragonblood Legion was used as bait to trap Long Chen.
But plans can't keep up with changes. Looking back now, these plans are laughable. Forget about killing the Dragonblood Legion—just one Aman alone has held Zhao Ritian back.
The Dragonblood Legion had become Long Chen's protective shield at critical moments. Every step was fine, except for Zhao Ritian, who had gone awry. Now Zhao Ritian was even cursing Ye Ming, which instantly flared up in Ye Ming's anger.
"Stop arguing."
Feng Fei finally couldn't hold back and said angrily, "Ye Ming, what on earth are you doing? Didn't you say everything was under your control?" We only need a little assistance.
But what about now? You're the one leading the entire plan. Even if something happens to Zhao Ritian, you still bear most of the responsibility.
Right now, I don't want to hold anyone accountable. What I want to know now is whether you still have a way to kill Yun Tian.
If not, let's part ways and go our separate ways, not wasting our time anymore. Feng
Fei's tone turned cold. Her target was Yun Tian, or rather, all of them were targeting Yun Tian. The existence of the Imperial Son was their greatest threat.
"Now there's only one way left: summon all your subordinates and use the power of life to detonate the Divine Tree's spiritual essence. That way, you can instantly revive the Devouring Heaven Evil King." Ye Ming said.
"Alright, I'll trust you one last time, but don't forget your promise, or else ...," Feng Fei said coldly.
"Don't worry, the Divine Tree's spiritual source will be your share." Ye Ming said.
"Buzz!"
Feng Fei took out a formation disk with both hands. Suddenly, the void lit up, and a teleportation array appeared. Soon, figures appeared on the array.