Chapter 6673 Unleashing the Battle Spirit!
"Master!"
Elder Huai, Shen Jiuyou, and the other holy elders and powerful figures loyal to Mo Qianzai were all horrified and cried out in alarm upon seeing this.
They never expected that Mo Qianzai, whose combat power was unparalleled in the heavens, would be caught in a predicament and be severely injured by Xiao Chen!
"Won!"
"Mo Qianzai is seriously injured!"
"Kill!"
In contrast to the shock of the Holy Heaven Sect's experts, Xiao Chen's side and those rebellious families were greatly encouraged!
Especially Song Ming, Ji Xuansi, and others, their eyes blazed with astonishing light.
With Mo Qianzai severely injured and Shen Jiuyou restrained by the Azure Emperor, the two greatest pillars of the Holy Heaven Sect have been shaken, and the scales of victory are tipping rapidly!
"Mo Qianzai, your death is near!"
Xiao Chen pressed his advantage relentlessly. Although the previous strike had almost drained his already depleted true energy, the moment presented the perfect opportunity to strike while his enemy was still weakened.
He mustered his strength, stepped on the golden dragon, and pounced once more on Mo Qianzai, who was severely injured with a broken arm and was barely breathing.
The golden dragon opened its massive jaws, brewing a terrifying dragon breath.
"Protect the leader!"
Old Huai's eyes widened in fury as he transformed into a blood-red shadow and lunged at Xiao Chen, attempting to intercept him.
"Your opponent is me!"
The ancient ferocious beast that Shan Bubai transformed into charged straight in, its enormous claws carrying the power to tear the sky apart, slamming down fiercely on Elder Huai.
Chen Nian controlled the Heavenly Dragon Boat, and the main cannon lit up again. Although the light was not as bright as in its prime, it was still very intimidating, locking onto Shen Jiuyou and the other two strongest Saint Ruins old monsters, making them dare not make any rash moves.
The battlefield, due to Mo Qianzai's serious injury, instantly entered the final, intense stage!
"Xiao Chen!!!"
Mo Qianzai clutched his severed arm, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining large patches of his robes red.
He stared intently at Xiao Chen and the golden dragon charging towards him. His eyes, which were originally full of majesty and calculation, were now filled with endless resentment, madness, and a trace of... hysteria driven to the brink of despair.
"You forced me to do this...you forced me to do this!!"
Mo Qianzai's voice was hoarse and distorted, like a demon crawling out of hell.
He suddenly looked down at the black water abyss below, which was boiling and roaring even more because of the series of battles—Wanxian Gorge!
"Since the Holy Church is in dire straits today, then... you will all stay and perish with it!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Qianzai used his only remaining left hand to form an ancient, eerie, and extremely complex hand seal with lightning speed.
As soon as this hand seal was used, his already pale face turned ashen, as if he had aged another hundred years. His aura plummeted again, and even his figure became somewhat illusory.
Clearly, this hand seal consumed not only his true energy, but also his already limited life essence!
"By the blood and soul of the thirty-seventh leader of my Holy Sect... I awaken your dormant fighting spirit... Beneath the Ten Thousand Immortals Gorge... Endless battle spirits... Hear my command... Awaken!!!"
Mo Qianzai roared, and as the last syllable fell, he slammed his left hand into a mudra and slammed it hard against his blood-soaked chest!
puff!
Another mouthful of essence blood, rich in primordial energy, was spat out. However, this mouthful of essence blood did not dissipate. Instead, it quickly transformed into a gigantic, bizarre rune burning with crimson flames in the air.
The moment the rune took shape, it plummeted like a meteorite towards the churning, roaring black water abyss of the Myriad Immortals Gorge below!
"Oh no! He's about to unleash those ancient war spirits!"
Chu Qianxun's expression changed drastically, and she cried out in alarm.
The compass in his hand spun wildly, the starlight flickering erratically, indicating a terrible omen!
The Azure Emperor and the others were also deeply shaken.
Although they had just fought a fierce battle with the battle spirits below, that was only a small part of it.
Now that Mo Qianzai is about to unleash all his battle spirits, it will surely be a terrifying disaster that sweeps across and destroys everything!
"Stop him now!"
The Azure Emperor shouted, trying to break free from Shen Jiuyou's entanglement and intercept the falling blood-red runes.
"Hahaha! Too late!"
Shen Jiuyou laughed wildly, his gray robe billowing, and his aura surged once more as he clung tightly to the Azure Emperor.
"Since the Holy Church's foundation is about to crumble, let this Myriad Immortals Gorge become your burial ground, and the last crimson flame of my Holy Church's glory!"
Elder Huai and other powerful figures also acted like madmen, disregarding their own casualties, desperately trying to hold back Shan Bubai, Chu Qianxun and the others.
Their eyes also gleamed with madness and determination. Since the leader had made his choice, then... let's perish together!
Boom, boom! ! !
The crimson runes eventually plunged into the boiling black water.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, Wanxian Gorge trembled violently!
No, it wasn't just Wanxian Gorge, the entire Wanxian Ruins trembled!
The black water below, which had been boiling like hot oil, suddenly stopped churning and became as black, viscous, and lifeless as ink.
But this deathly silence lasted for less than a breath.
The next moment, a terrifying shriek, as if erupting from the deepest part of the Netherworld, suddenly shot into the sky from the Blackwater Abyss!
This shrill sound directly affects the depths of the souls of all living beings!
Whether they were members of the Holy Heaven Sect, powerful figures from various forces, or top-tier beings like Xiao Chen and the Azure Emperor, everyone felt their souls tremble at this moment.
They all experienced dizziness, ringing in their ears, churning blood and qi within their bodies, and a momentary stagnation in the flow of their true qi!
Those with weaker cultivation levels bled from all seven orifices, clutched their heads, screamed in agony, and fell from the sky.
Roar!Roar!Roar!
Then came even more intense and violent roars, like a volcano that had been suppressed for millennia, erupting with a deafening roar!
The pitch-black water, as if stirred violently by an invisible giant hand, surged upwards, forming a terrifying vortex with a diameter of over a thousand feet!
At the center of the vortex, an incredibly thick pillar of light, composed entirely of dense, impenetrable black resentment and crimson battle intent, shot into the sky. It was even thicker and more terrifying than the blood-red pillar of light that appeared when the Sacred Ruins opened!
Within the pillar of light, countless twisted, ferocious, and mutilated figures struggled and roared as they crawled out from the depths of the black water!
Some of them were clad in tattered, ancient armor and wielded rusted weapons;
Some have completely lost their human form, leaving only a terrifying form condensed from pure resentment and fighting spirit.
For example, there are demon gods with three heads and six arms, giant beasts pieced together from skeletons, mountains of flesh flowing with pus and blood, and metal monsters made up of countless fragments of weapons...
Their only common feature was their eyes, or rather, those two crimson, chaotic lights filled with endless killing and destructive desires!
The quantity... is boundless, far exceeding anything before!
The overwhelming resentment, fighting spirit, and killing intent mixed together, forming a deathly domain that enveloped the entire battlefield.
Within this realm, the temperature plummeted, a chilling wind howled, and even the light became dim and distorted.
A heavy shadow fell over everyone's hearts, as if they were bound by invisible shackles, and their strength was suppressed to varying degrees.
Even Xiao Chen, who possessed the bone ring, felt his heart pound with fear.
