Seeing this inspiring sight, the cultivators of the Seven Domains felt as though they had been injected with new vigor.
Taking full advantage of the turmoil between heaven and earth and the enemy's shaken primordial spirits, they swarmed forward to strike boldly!
Yet Gu Li, right before passing out, had turned deathly pale.
With the last of his strength, he shouted at the top of his lungs,
"Be careful of them!!"
"They're... far stronger than expected!!"
Originally, according to Gu Li's expectations, his Talisman Ocean Celestial Detonation should have wiped out seventy or eighty descending immortals. But... now, it was barely half that number!
Which meant...
The people who had descended were extraordinarily powerful, with countless means of preserving their lives!
He knew better than anyone just how terrifying his Talisman Ocean had been this time, packed as it was with high-grade inscribed talismans!
A tearing agony flooded Gu Li's soul, and cracks had even appeared across his sea of consciousness.
After dragging him into his domain space, Tang Ru immediately began tending to his own injuries.
Looking around, Gu Li discovered that Tang Ru had somehow hauled the Nirvana Pagoda into his domain as well.
With no time to dwell on it, Gu Li ducked straight into the pagoda to begin nursing his wounds.
Tang Ru, meanwhile, kept a vigilant eye on every shift across the battlefield, weighing the strengths and weaknesses of the powerhouses among the enemy ranks.
For a time, earth-shaking war cries echoed without cease.
The cultivators of the Seven Domains fought like wolves and tigers; in mere breaths after crashing into the fray, several more Immortal Realm cultivators were surrounded and slaughtered.
The Immortal Realm cultivators fell back step by step, yet the flames spanning heaven and earth hemmed them in.
With a sweep of his blade, Ye Feng severed his opponent's wrist, and a long spear abruptly thrust through the cultivator's back, piercing his heart!
Drenched in blood, Xiao Chen appeared from behind. His eyes narrowed slightly as he sent a low voice transmission:
"Second Brother, something isn't right!"
"These people's strength... is very high!"
Ye Feng nodded with a grim expression. After exchanging only a few blows, he had already noticed it.
These foes were different from those of the past; the suppressing power of the Heavenly Dao's rules had indeed weakened considerably.
Ye Feng turned to look toward the domain where Li Guanqi fought. Through the gap where the domain had not yet sealed completely, shifting silhouettes could still be seen dodging and weaving.
Facing seven Ascension realm cultivators all on his own was taxing even for Li Guanqi.
But Ye Feng knew that right now, they could only rely on themselves.
As long as Li Guanqi could slay them all, the outcome of this battle would be decided beyond doubt!
Moreover, on the extraterritorial battlefield, Old Master Su's ability to suppress and slaughter all the extraterritorial immortals was equally critical.
Across the battlefield, dragon roars resounded in all directions. Wen Guyan, with one sword in hand, fought like a god of slaughter rampaging into mortal lands!
Searing arcs of sword light slashed violently forth; every strike was ruthless, executed without the slightest hesitation.
Xuan Yue stood before three cultivators like an immovable mountain, relying solely on his two fists.
Every punch hit hard to the bone; no protective barrier could withstand three strikes!
Empowered by the Heavenly King Transformation, the Four Kings displayed peerless strength.
Yet such standout, terrifying prowess naturally drew the Immortal Realm cultivators to gang up against them.
Each of the Four Kings was forced to confront an encirclement by at least three cultivators of the same realm, making it quite an arduous struggle.
The Immortal Realm cultivators descending this time had retained remarkably high cultivation, and their magical artifacts and diverse techniques seemed endless.
The combat swiftly reached a fever pitch.
More and more cultivators fell dead or wounded; every dozen breaths, another corpse plummeted from the sky!
Burying immortals, yet burying oneself as well...
*Boom!*
A terrifying beam of sword light tore through the air!
*Pu-chi!*
In his final dying breath, an enemy cultivator thrust a longsword straight through the old man's heart!
The cold blade, drenched in blood, burst out through the old man's back.
Horrific sword qi detonated inside his body, shredding his internal organs in an instant!
"Father!!!!!"
Dugu Chongming tried to disengage, but the cultivator before him pinned him down ruthlessly, refusing to let him leave.
Overwhelmed by panic and grief, Dugu Chongming was plunged into mortal peril, racking up wound after wound across his body.
His eyes bloodshot, he could only watch helplessly as Dugu Lingxiao's corpse fell from the firmament.
Before drawing his last breath, the old man had looked toward Dugu Chongming with a gentle gaze, his eyes brimming with reluctance to part, and with bitter regret...
The former sword leader of the Eight Generals had fallen in this very battle.
Ever since Dugu Lingxiao had brought Dugu Chongming to the Seventh Domain, his cultivation had advanced, allowing him to fight with valor and shine brightly across the battlefield.
Who could have foreseen that it would end like this?
Stricken with grief, Dugu Chongming felt the yuan power inside him run rampant, and at that very moment, he broke through into the half-step Tribulation Transcendence realm!
The sword in his hand unleashed a fierce, manic fury as he attacked the cultivator before him, as if seeking to pour out all the torrential rage and hatred burning in his chest.
Scenes like this played out all across the battlefield.
Whether Immortal Realm cultivators or defenders of the Seventh Domain, everyone had fought until their eyes turned red with bloodlust.
*Even if my cultivation falls short of yours, I will fight to the death—even if I die, I'm taking you with me!!*
A chill of slaughter gripped heaven and earth, wind howling mournfully.
Blood rained down as blades and swords clashed in endless cacophony.
The carnage of the battlefield far exceeded anything imagined.
The descending immortals had no way back; driven by fatal desperation, their relentless onslaught grew all the more savage.
Casualties on both sides continued to mount, but the Immortal Realm ultimately held the upper hand.
In just fifteen minutes, the Seventh Domain's defenders—originally nearly two hundred strong—had already lost more than forty cultivators.
Though the Immortal Realm had suffered over seventy deaths, their forces remained overwhelmingly formidable.
Out of over three hundred and ten descending immortals, even after losing more than seventy, nearly two hundred and forty remained!
Meanwhile, only a little over a hundred and fifty cultivators were left on the Seventh Domain's side...
The slaughter was ferocious, the combat brutal.
Both sides had turned entirely berserk.
Bits of flesh and gore clung to Cao Yan's gauntlets, mingled with fresh blood, making him look like an avatar of slaughter.
Meng Wanshu moved with ethereal grace, darting across the battlefield and striking incessantly.
The temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and the ripples surrounding her surged violently, as if she could step into the late Tribulation Transcendence realm at any moment!
As the Frost Master of the Human Spirit Realm, the purity of her yuan power far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators.
Her lethal might was equal to that of three top gold-attribute cultivators combined.
A few splatters of blood stained Meng Wanshu's fair face, yet her gaze remained razor-sharp.
As she weaved through the battlefield, her eyes unconsciously drifted toward the domain battlefield high in the sky.
Suddenly!
An immense impact slammed into her, hurling her back dozens of zhang.
*Pu-chi!*
A longsword skewered Ye Feng's shoulder. Ye Feng clamped his left hand down tightly over the blade, swung his sword with his right hand to lop off the attacker's arm, and swept back with a vicious horizontal slash!
The man did not linger. Grunting in pain, he abandoned his weapon and leapt backward, raising a hand to detonate dozens of eerie black inscribed talismans in an instant!
"Ye Feng!!"
*Whoosh!*
A figure burst through the sea of fire. Clutching his sword, Ye Feng shouted sternly,
"Sister-in-law, do not lose focus!!"
"We can't help Eldest Brother over there—keep your mind on this battle."
With lingering fear, Meng Wanshu nodded. In an instant, an icy cage snapped shut around the fleeing cultivator.
Meng Wanshu and Ye Feng turned into two beams of light, striking the ice prison simultaneously!
*Boom!*
Frost and snow detonated in every direction, blood and shredded flesh billowing through the icy mist.
Yet right then, a dagger abruptly jutted out from the void.
A figure draped entirely in black robes appeared beside Ye Feng without a sound.
Ye Feng's pupils contracted. It was already too late to pull his weapon back in defense.
His blood-soaked left hand grabbed desperately toward the incoming dagger!
The dagger drove clean through his palm, its colossal force shoving it straight into his shoulder.
"Aaargh!"
Agony pierced to the marrow as the dagger was yanked downward with vicious force, cleaving open Ye Feng's left arm to expose the ghastly white bone beneath.
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