Chapter 1120: The Battle of the Grand Canyon

This is a grand canyon with no visible end. The canyon is vast, with towering, knife-edge cliffs piercing the sky.

Within the canyon, a mighty river surges downwards, like a white dragon.

The river crashes against the canyon walls, and deafening roars echo throughout the canyon, like a dragon's cry.

And at this moment, in the mid-air of this grand canyon, countless streams of primal energy are colliding, their violent fluctuations causing the entire canyon to tremble.

It is two large forces clashing in battle.

Both sides are ruthless in their attacks. Amidst the rampant primal energy, heavily wounded figures periodically fall from the sky, ultimately swallowed by the river below.

The battlefield is utterly brutal.

These two large forces are none other than Cangxuan Heaven and the Sacred Palace.

Both sides fight mercilessly, resulting in heavy casualties. Blood splatters, gradually staining the nearby canyon walls crimson.

In one part of the battlefield, three figures are gathered together.

One of them is a powerfully built man, wielding a massive staff and exuding a fierce aura. Although he is only at the initial stage of the Heavenly Sun Realm, in just moments, he has used his staff to brutally strike back several enemies of the same level, forcing them to vomit blood and retreat.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the void ripples. A streak of gray light, infused with sharp primal energy, shot forth, aimed directly at a vital spot on the brawny man's back.

However, just as it was about to strike, a black surge of primal energy swept over, precisely blocking the sinister primal energy.

The brawny man turned his head, grinning. "Zhen Xu, thanks."

Behind the brawny man, a gloomy-faced young man appeared. He was enveloped in an aura of malevolent energy, causing the surrounding air to grow cold.

He glanced at the brawny man and said indifferently, "Ning Zhan, even if you love to fight, you need to maintain some rationality. If I hadn't helped you block so many sneak attacks, you would have been dead here long ago."

The brawny man and the gloomy youth were, surprisingly, acquaintances of Zhou Yuan—Ning Zhan and Zhen Xu, who had journeyed together from the Cangmang Continent years ago.

"And remember, our mission is to protect the blind man."

Only then did Ning Zhan look towards a spot behind them. There, a slender young man stood quietly. His eyes were wrapped in black cloth, and he held a rusty iron sword in his arms.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled dryly. "Of course, I remember!"

As he spoke, he swept his massive staff, infused with violent primal energy. The void trembled as he once again forcibly repelled two charging enemies.

Zhen Xu's gaze swept towards the battle circle not far away. A late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert from the Sacred Palace was wreaking havoc among the crowd. In just a short while, more than a dozen people had been wounded by him.

And at this moment, their own late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm experts were temporarily unable to provide support; after all, the battlefield was too vast.

"Blind man, can you make a move now?" Zhen Xu asked grimly.

The one they called "the blind man" was naturally Li Chunjun. He reached out and gripped the hilt of the iron sword in his arms, slowly raising its blade. His voice a little hoarse, he said, "Almost."

"But after this, I might have to rely on you two."

He raised his hand. Blood flowed from his fingertips, quickly staining the iron sword in his hand.

Under the saturation of the blood, the rust spots on the iron sword miraculously vanished one by one. Finally, a longsword radiating boundless sharpness floated before him. Its sword energy pulsed, gradually tearing apart the very void.

"Go."

Li Chunjun formed a sword seal and flicked his finger. In the next instant, a flash of sword light shot out. Its speed was so great that even Zhen Xu and the others couldn't discern a blur.

However, the late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert from the Sacred Palace in the distance instantly changed his expression. Immediately, his figure retreated with lightning speed.

But as fast as he retreated, the sword light was even faster. The void before him rippled, and a streak of sword light flashed out, rapidly growing larger in his eyes.

Knowing he couldn't dodge, the late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert let out an angry roar, unleashing all the primal energy within him without reservation. He struck out with a palm, and primal energy surged forth like a rushing torrent.

However, the moment the two made contact, the late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert let out a scream. His entire arm was shredded by the sword energy, and his figure was sent flying in a disheveled state. He dared not linger and fled frantically, clearly severely wounded.

The nearby Cangxuan Heaven allied forces cheered at the sight.

"What a pity..."

Ning Zhan shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice. That late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert was truly cunning, severing his own arm at the last moment. Otherwise, Li Chunjun's sword strike should have been able to kill him.

Still, to heavily wound a late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm expert with initial-stage Heavenly Sun Realm strength was already a miracle.

In the rear, after unleashing that sword strike, Li Chunjun's body began to tremble violently. Blood seeped from beneath his clothes, and even cracks appeared on his palms.

The sword energy was too powerful, directly overwhelming his physical body.

Li Chunjun, with trembling hands, retrieved his iron sword. At this moment, the primal energy throughout his body had become exceptionally weak. That single sword strike not only placed an immense burden on his body, but it was also the only one he could make for the day.

The sword energy of that strike was incredibly sharp, but Li Chunjun also paid a significant price for it.

Ning Zhan and Zhen Xu knew that Li Chunjun was at his weakest now. They immediately retreated to his sides, guarding him.

Ning Zhan's tiger-like eyes scanned the surroundings. Looking at the grand canyon battlefield, his voice became low. "The situation is a stalemate, but the Sacred Race's forces haven't even joined the battle yet."

At the mention of the Sacred Race, Zhen Xu and Li Chunjun fell silent for a moment. The strength previously displayed by the Sacred Race's forces was simply too astonishing. In just moments, the allied forces had found it difficult to resist them.

"I have a feeling that this time, they won't let us retreat so easily," Li Chunjun suddenly said.

Zhen Xu and Ning Zhan's eyes narrowed, their expressions becoming extremely grim. If that were true, then today's battle would be exceptionally brutal.

"Qing Yu and Luoluo still haven't returned. I wonder how things are on their side?" Zhen Xu said slowly.

Li Chunjun shook his head and said, "I heard that none of the others who went out for reinforcements brought back any good news. This tribulation, perhaps, can only be overcome by Cangxuan Heaven ourselves."

"We should also think about a retreat plan," Zhen Xu said indifferently.

Ning Zhan, however, let out a cold snort. His iron staff heavily struck the ground, directly cracking it. "I, Ning Zhan, can die on the battlefield, but I refuse to be a deserter."

Zhen Xu frowned and said, "This is just a meaningless sacrifice. Why can't you temporarily retreat and seek revenge once you're stronger?"

Ning Zhan did not reply, but the determination in his eyes revealed his thoughts. He didn't want to flee; he only wanted to fight to the death.

Seeing this, Zhen Xu felt annoyed. This brute was all brawn and no brains, completely incapable of adapting, only knowing how to confront others head-on in a fight to the death.

But in the current situation, even if they risked their lives, what could they change? It would just mean one more cold corpse.

Li Chunjun did not join their argument. He simply raised his head, looking at the battle circle higher up in the grand canyon. The fighting there was even more intense, as those who could participate were generally the top combatants from both sides.

He also saw Chu Qing at the very front.

Light shuttles darted back and forth around Chu Qing. Each time a light shuttle streaked out, a Heavenly Sun Realm expert would fall.

He had become a banner for Cangxuan Heaven's side. As long as he remained there, he could maintain Cangxuan Heaven's morale.

Unfortunately, Li Chunjun knew that even Chu Qing couldn't truly turn the tide alone.

Was Cangxuan Heaven's journey in the Ancient Origin Heaven destined to end today in a tragic and desperate manner?

Li Chunjun's hand trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

He was truly unwilling.