5089 The Supreme Battle (2)
In this situation, it happened in an instant, so fast that all the Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals couldn't react before they were entangled by the extremely strange dark purple beams of light.
"Ah!"
30 Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals simultaneously cried out in agony. The unimaginable Power of Restriction not only imprisoned their Divine Souls but also voraciously consumed their Yan power.
In less than ten breaths' time, all 30 Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals directly turned into dry bones!
Because everything happened so quickly, it wasn't until they all turned into bones that Prince Jiu finally reacted and exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
30 Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals turning into bones in just ten breaths' time was something Prince Jiu couldn't accept.
Changfu's expression also grew solemn. Those who could instantly absorb the Yan power and fate energy of Grand Yan Immortals were all great evildoers and supremely powerful beings.
The black-robed figure before them was undoubtedly one of these supremely powerful beings.
After absorbing the Yan power and fate energy of the 30 Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals in an instant, the black-robed figure leaped into the void!
His target was Changfu!
Confronted by the overwhelming purple radiance, Changfu took a step forward and then raised his palm.
Instantly, boundless fate energy converged into a beam and shot towards the black-robed figure.
Fwooom!
The beam of fate energy, which had condensed, penetrated the black-robed figure's chest without any hindrance.
However, this only caused his figure to pause for a moment before he continued charging towards Changfu without losing momentum.
Changfu resolutely met the attack. With a wave of his hand, a supreme mountain of fate energy condensed and smashed towards the black-robed figure.
Eternal silence and void began to tremble.
Faced with this towering mountain of fate energy, the black-robed figure clenched his right palm into a fist and struck it heavily.
The mountain instantly shattered, and a massive dark purple fist energy continued to blast towards Changfu.
His expression tightened, and he chose to directly resist this punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fist energy erupted, and ink-black mountain and water patterns rippled around Changfu's body, canceling out the terrifying punch.
Even Prince Jiu, who was protected behind Changfu, could feel the formidable power of this punch, causing his expression to change.
Changfu took half a step back before completely nullifying the punch.
The black-robed figure had already arrived in front of him, emitting bone-chilling coldness.
He raised his right palm high, silently gathering a dark purple radiance, and then struck towards Changfu.
This dark purple radiance was extremely pure and terrifying. It could annihilate Yan power, and a single punch had killed the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo.
Faced with a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, the black-robed figure unleashed this technique once again.
This was a battle of peak power, an ultimate battle.
As a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal who had emerged from the Ancient Era, he was already proud and standing at the pinnacle among cultivators.
Their every move had the potential to shatter the Dao and overthrow the heavens.
And once they engaged in such a battle, it would be an unimaginable catastrophe. Even the most outstanding geniuses would be unable to participate in this level of combat.
In that moment, the eternal void of silence and annihilation trembled once again.
This unparalleled battle sent shivers down the spines of all Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals present. They felt that even staying here was a disaster in itself.
The intensity of this battle far surpassed the previous clash with Di Qing.
Confronted with the dark purple brilliance capable of devouring fate energy and Yan power, Changfu exerted all his might.
Immortal mountains were hurled towards the figure in black robes, bringing with them the order of the Heavenly Dao.
The full force of a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal's strike caused even the eternal void of silence and annihilation to tremble incessantly.
When the two collided, their shockwaves could instantly annihilate any Heavenly Region Plane.
Caught off guard, Prince Jiu and over 60 Quasi-Grand Yan Immortals were sent flying billions of feet away.
At this moment, the Sancun Mountain Heavenly Region, which had been split into two and resembled a lone boat, seemed as though it could crumble at any moment under this impact.
The shockwave that could even destroy the order of the Heavenly Dao swept over layer by layer, making the remaining disciples of Sancun Mountain extremely frightened.
There were only two Guardian Immortals left after the black-robed figure killed them.
Facing these shockwaves, they were utterly defenseless and could only endure, knowing they could be annihilated at any moment.
At this moment, the figure lying on the broad and warm back of a white crane suddenly moved his fingers.
The white crane sensed it, turned its head, and let out a clear cry.
"He's awake! He's awake! This lord has awakened!" the youngest and most innocent disciple exclaimed with excitement.
All the disciples hurriedly gathered around the white crane, anxiously waiting.
"I can't believe it. With such severe injuries, even a Grand Yan Immortal is unlikely to wake up," said a thin man with concern.
The other disciples fell silent.
Indeed, the three figures lying on the back of the white crane had all suffered varying degrees of injuries, but Jian Wushuang, who had single-handedly blocked the full force attack of the figure in black robes, had the most terrifying injuries of all.
His entire chest was pierced through, his limbs were shattered, and his divine blood had completely stained his Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens a deep red.
With such an injury, it was almost impossible for even an Immortal Source to remain, so how could he possibly come back to life?
At this moment, the young man who had initially fought with Jian Wushuang slowly got up and approached him. He placed his palm on Jian Wushuang's shattered chest.
A pale blue Yan power flowed like gentle clouds into the wounds.
The other disciples exchanged glances and all contributed their own meager strength.
They all felt a sense of gratitude towards Jian Wushuang. Without him, nearly 50 disciples would not have survived.
Drop by drop, strand by strand, the Yan power flowed into Jian Wushuang's Immortal body, slowly but steadily repairing it.
The young man said firmly, "We don't know when he will wake up, but he must wake up!"
As time passed, on the back of the white crane, Jian Wushuang quietly opened his eyes.
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Boom!!!
The eternal void of silence and annihilation trembled, and the order of the heavenly path continued to crumble.
The scope of this unparalleled battle had reached unimaginable proportions.
Beyond the previous levels of destruction, the vast Great Mi Heaven itself was in a state of constant turmoil.
As the order of the Heavenly Dao collapsed, countless Heavenly Regions were affected and turned to dust.
And all of this was a result of this unparalleled battle.
The divine blood that carried the shackles of fate energy floated in the eternal void of silence and annihilation, unchanging for eternity.
And this divine blood was actually spilled by Changfu!
The Heavenly Dao seemed to be wailing in sorrow, and the ink-blue mountains and rivers of the common garb were soaked in divine blood.
His Immortal body was on the verge of exhaustion.
Facing the black-robed figure, Chang Fu revealed a sorrowful expression.
Every single full-powered attack was unable to cause any serious damage to the black-robed figure. On the contrary, the figure could easily cause irreparable damage to him.
Such a deep sense of powerlessness made him feel as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Facing Black Robe, Changfu made his final decision.
He turned around and looked at Prince Jiu, who was billions of miles away. Prince Jiu's face was now pale and unbelieving.
