The sluggishly flowing sea of blood began to accelerate, washing away the piled-up mountains of corpses. Broken limbs and severed remains drifted and bobbed in the bewitching crimson river, while through the roar of the surging waves came an overwhelming buzzing—the venomous droning of billions of flies. Contrary to his usual behavior, the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon was in no rush to draw close to Yaxiu. Riding the wind and commanding the waves, he charged forward enfolded in crests of red froth like a general marshaling vast legions: the sea of blood was his war cloak, and ten thousand skeletons were his troops!
This was the complete form of the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood, a hidden power that even the Firework Angel could not touch.
With all seven wings fully unfurled, their shifting hues blazing with boundless light, Yaxiu appeared as small as a butterfly before this tsunami of an offensive. Holding his twin swords in a reverse grip, eyes blood-red and cloaked in dark gauze, the fiercest, maddest murderous intent and the darkest, most insidious malice fused into one within him... Were the Dead Frenzy Sword Princess and the Demon Maid driving him, or was he commanding Sonia and Vichy?
Yet in a clash of vast hosts, there was no room for sentimental hesitation. The butterfly and the sea of blood collided head-on. Screeching elemental currents swept across the world like a tempest, their ferocious might so tremendous that the other battlefields were forced to turn their gaze toward it. The Weaver and the Lord of Joy had originally thought that the "Yaxiu Annihilation Battle" would end its first phase here. Instead, they watched as the blood-drenched, seven-winged Yaxiu tore open the sea of blood, chasing and battling the madly howling Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon amidst the churning waves.
A seven-winged magician, war-colored void wings, a soul miracle... Yaxiu could actually borrow the void wings, gods, and wonders of Sonia and Vichy?
Compared to the astonished Divine Lords, Sword Princess and the others were hardly surprised. After all, Yaxiu had already been able to share their void wings during the demigod promotion ceremony; it was only afterward that he couldn't.
Over two months ago in the Starbridge Hall, Yaxiu had once again shared Vichy's void wings to crush the Angel of Sword Melody, but that had only been a fleeting glimpse. According to Yaxiu, the reason they couldn't share was that their bonds weren't high enough. Yet everyone was bewildered by that. Never mind Sword Princess, the Witch, and Silver Lantern—even Vichy felt her relationship with Yaxiu was already unprecedentedly intimate. Even if she bore him a child in the future, given her personality she probably wouldn't care much for her own child anyway... How could it possibly improve any further?
Could Yaxiu be using that excuse to train them? It was only when they saw Sword Princess sprout Yaxiu's supreme tail feathers that they became convinced the depth of their relationship with Yaxiu could go even further. And now that Yaxiu was borrowing Sonia's and Vichy's power, it meant this was a two-way romance, where both sides had reached a state of consummate intimacy! At this thought, both Diya and Weise couldn't help looking at Vichy, but the maid still only possessed five void wings, and behind her remained entirely empty—no tail of Yaxiu's had sprouted. Facing her teammates' helpless, pitying expressions, Vichy regretted for the first time in her life that she wasn't lovesick.
Damn it, so all it takes is being love-brained to borrow the power of the supreme tail feathers?
"At least he can still borrow my power," Vichy retorted crossly.
The pressure immediately shifted onto the Witch and Silver Lantern. Sword Princess could grow supreme tail feathers, and Yaxiu could borrow Sword Princess's power—they conceded that. After all, anyone who saw those two couldn't help but marvel at what a match made in heaven that shameless pair was. But why could Yaxiu borrow Vichy's power while leaving the two of them out?
Could it be their bonds still weren't high enough?
"It's not fair..." Diya bit her lower lip, muttering with an aggrieved pout. "Once we settle down this time, I'm definitely going to bite him until our bond is high enough..."
"Don't lose focus!" Weise did everything she could to silverize Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon. "Save your wild thoughts for after we get out of here!"
Though she said this, a great weight seemed to lift from Weise's heart as well, and the pressure of survival bearing down on her shoulders lessened significantly. The same went for Sword Princess on the other battlefield; her sword strokes grew increasingly effortless, and she even began launching counterattacks against the Weaver!
Not one of the four was anything less than a magician capable of standing on her own: Sword Princess, who had seized the ancient battlefield from the Lord of the Endless Abyss; the Witch, who ruled Gospel; Silver Lantern, who had brought destruction upon Senluo; and Vichy, who had wreaked havoc for a millennium. Yet on such a desperate battlefield, they still could not help relying on Yaxiu as their backbone. Only Yaxiu could bring them confidence and hope.
Just as Yaxiu could not help relying on them as his emotional pillars. Yaxiu's resurgence was like a clarion call sounding the counterattack. Sonia forcefully clawed her way back from being suppressed by the Weaver into a tense stalemate, while Diya, Weise, and Vichy held out against the containment and engulfment of Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon. Though it was utterly impossible for them to defeat the Divine Lords, the Divine Lords were equally tied down by them!
Both the Weaver and the Lord of Joy found it somewhat hard to believe. Leaving aside the massive disparity in scale between both sides, even Sonia, with her ancient battlefield, fell short of any frontline angel in overall capability. But far more important was the insurmountable chasm in experience—they were Divine Lords who had ruled the world for thousands of years. Even a veteran angel couldn't possibly contend with them, let alone this group where, apart from Vichy, everyone was a newly ascended demigod who had entered the divine realm less than half a year ago!
If placed in Hell, this group would still be in Barren Hell adapting to the environment!
Yet in this divine battle bordering infinitely close to the six-winged level, every single one of them was growing at a ridiculous pace. Bridging centuries of accumulated experience in mere minutes, they were already no inferior to the finest angels under their command.
Even the Spectre Prophet, whom they had believed had long exhausted her potential, could actually continue to refine herself in battle. She seemed not in the least like an undead wraith crawling half-dead from a coffin, but rather like a prodigy infused with new life and radiating brilliance!
In them, the Divine Lords saw a shadow both familiar and strange—their own shadow.
When each Divine Lord rose, had they not likewise defied all common sense, forcefully overthrowing the remnants of the old era? All decadent powers that suppressed prodigies would ultimately become nourishment for the prodigies' breakthroughs; all mountains that blocked prodigies would ultimately become stepping stones to the summit!
In their thousands of years ruling the world, the Divine Lords had encountered challengers for the very first time. Across the deadlocked battlefields, it required only a trifling advantage to tip the scales and turn the tide into total victory for their side. And that advantage soon appeared—
It was the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon.
Two of the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon's fingers had already touched Yaxiu's pupils; with just a slight push, he could inject Dark Extinction Blood River into his eyes, causing incurable blindness. Yet the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon froze there—because Yaxiu's twin swords had pierced through his throat and chest, the crimson sword wind rippling across the Supreme Lord's soul body like wind disturbing the surface of a pond.
Buzz! The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon dispersed into billions of flies. Cursed by Vermilion Water Moon, he couldn't reform his body in the short term and could only rely on Maggot Flies of the Corpse Sea to rapidly regenerate. But a window of over ten seconds was more than enough to change the entire tide of battle!
Without hesitation, Yaxiu kicked off the void, his seven wings trailing seven arcs of radiant light in the air. Like a god descending upon a rainbow, he arrived to change the world!
Slay Joy first, then execute Weaver!
At the same time, Sonia teleported before the Lord of Joy without the slightest hesitation. Even if it meant taking a heavy blow from the Weaver, she would help Yaxiu eliminate one Divine Lord first!
The Witch and the other two also struck instantly, counterattacking Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon in unison. Once the Lord of Joy's focus was divided, they would become the sharp blades piercing through a Divine Lord!
Looking upon this shameless seven-winged pair, the Lord of Joy's face bore no further trace of compassionate mercy or reluctance. Beneath clear, bright blue eyes lay an effortless, aloof arrogance!
Yaxiu and Sonia couldn't even reach the Divine Lord; Vermilion Water Moon was dispersed midway by soundwaves and snowflakes. The Weaver teleported right before Sonia, placing a hand on her shoulder, and softly whispered into her ear:
"Be good."
Even the Battlefield Curtain could not fully negate the distorted soundwaves, and Sonia was hurled a thousand meters away like a broken kite. Yaxiu was not spared either; the Weaver's indiscriminate soundwave assault rattled him with soul vertigo and scrambled his thoughts. The very moment he regained his senses, he saw an imperceptible trace of wind rushing right at his face.
Wound of Wind!
While forcefully suppressing the counterattack from the Witch's trio, the Lord of Joy knocked Yaxiu back down into the sea of blood! The precious opportunity Yaxiu had fought so hard to create was casually neutralized by the Divine Lords just like that!
Yaxiu and the others were filled with shock and confusion, for the combat power the Divine Lords unleashed at this moment was a cut above what they had shown before. Had they fought like this from the start, Sword Princess and the others wouldn't have stood a ghost of a chance... But why were they concealing their strength?
"Blood Moon," the Weaver's cool voice echoed across the battlefield, "how much longer do you plan on slacking off?"
"None of you are willing to go all out, yet you expect me to sacrifice myself for the greater good?"
The sea of blood suddenly split in two: one half continued to flow over the earth, while the other gathered together. Using white bones as thread and corpses as embellishments, it wove an elegant, bewitching trench coat draped over the humanoid figure coalescing from billions of flies.
He had truly draped the sea of blood over himself.
Staring at the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon, whose face had only half-reformed before him, Yaxiu felt the venomous cruelty filling his heart shave away before a surge of terror.
"Until you have thoroughly entertained me," the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon lightly clapped his hands, his blood-colored eyes burning even more fiercely than Yaxiu's ruby gaze, "you are not permitted to take a single step out of the sea of blood."
Chapter 1175