Chapter 1182: Each Fighting for Their Lives

At the same time Bai Xiaolu was burning her physical power, on Guan Qinglong's battlefield, he was covered in blood, his upper body bare, with numerous fist imprints seemingly branded into his flesh, unyielding.

Despite such severe injuries, Guan Qinglong remained standing, his hand gripping the Azure Dragon Blade tightly. Blood flowed from his hand, staining the blade crimson. Standing before him was a tall, heavily armored figure whose armor was also covered in deep saber marks. However, it was clear that his injuries were far less severe than Guan Qinglong's.

Guan Qinglong stared at the formidable armored figure, his eyes suddenly shifting, his expression changing slightly. "Even Jiang Jinlin and Li Fu have fallen..." Guan Qinglong's face was grim. This was the first time in the struggle for the Ancient Source Heaven that news of a leader from one of the major heavens had died in battle. Clearly, the combined strength of the Saint Race here was incredibly powerful. Even he was at a disadvantage, and if the situation continued, he might also perish.

But... dying like that would be too meaningless. Guan Qinglong slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade and murmured, "Even if I die, it should at least serve some purpose, right?"

"Captain Zhou Yuan, you are stronger than me. The hope of the Hunyuan Heaven rests on you."

"I will use my life to pave the way for you."

"For all the heavens!"

The blood flowing from Guan Qinglong's hand formed an ancient rune on the blade. Guan Qinglong's once robust figure gradually withered. Behind him, three Heavenly Suns appeared, then... ignited.

"This technique is called the Heaven Sealing Art!" Blue light swirled in his eyes, and the next moment, he brought his blade down. The blue light swept forth, as if splitting heaven and earth in two.

"This is truly difficult..." Chu Qing sighed softly. He had also received Zhou Yuan's telepathic message. Immediately, he looked up at the two figures before him. Although Mi Shan and Mi Shi's Genesis Qi foundation was slightly weaker than his own, their combined efforts had still managed to hold him firmly. Both sides were evenly matched. However, this delay was extremely disadvantageous for Chu Qing, as the opponents were the defenders. They only needed to hold their position to secure victory.

"Even though I'm lazy... I don't want to be a burden either," Chu Qing chuckled. He clenched his hand, and a golden shuttle materialized. The next moment, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his figure blurred into afterimages. Mi Shan and Mi Shi roared, erupting with astonishing Genesis Qi fluctuations, fearlessly charging forward. The golden shuttle in Chu Qing's hand sliced through the void, and a faint, somewhat familiar seven-colored light shimmered on its surface.

Wu Yao was enveloped in a dense pink mist. The mist was extremely strange, capable of blocking perception, and within it, an incredibly cunning cold light would occasionally pierce through space. These were slender silver needles.

Wu Yao's flawless, jade-like face was filled with an icy resolve. Her vibrant red dress was now torn in places, revealing glimpses of her fair skin, which lent her an alluring charm she normally lacked.

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't hurt your pretty face. That would break my heart," a delicate laugh echoed from within the mist, making it impossible to pinpoint its location. Wu Yao's mind and body were tense, constantly on guard. This mist was created by her opponent's Saint Pupil; not only did it block perception, but it also continuously drained the Genesis Qi from her body. If this continued, it would become increasingly disadvantageous for her.

However, she was not passively waiting for defeat. Inside her Divine Dwelling, an anomaly was brewing—a substance that seemed to exist between reality and void. It was like a ball of light, its surface faintly imbued with the aura of a Saint Dragon. It seemed to be gestating. Yet, something always seemed to be missing.

Just as Wu Yao's delicate brows furrowed slightly, Zhou Yuan's telepathic message rang out. "Zhou Yuan?" Wu Yao's mind, usually as still as an icy lake, rippled slightly, and Zhou Yuan's face unconsciously flashed across her thoughts. And at that very instant, a subtle tremor seemed to occur within her Divine Dwelling.

Wu Yao's phoenix eyes suddenly brightened, her red dress fluttered, and golden flames fiercely ignited from her delicate body. The flames seemed to carry a faint phoenix's cry. The golden flames erupted into a ring of fire, incinerating the pink mist wherever they passed. With a cold glint in her phoenix eyes, Wu Yao's figure shot out like lightning. Golden flames coiled around her snow-white hand, forming a golden flame blade that, swift as thunder, slashed down at the figure that had flashed through the void.

"Bang!" A violent clash of Genesis Qi erupted.

Su Youwei's slender figure was sent flying backward, skidding a long trail across the ground. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of her lips. In front of her, the figure covered in chains looked at her with cold eyes. "You have great potential, but unfortunately, this is where you'll die."

He took a step forward. But then, his expression suddenly changed. He saw a Yin-Yang light wheel suddenly appear on the ground. He had stepped directly onto the Yang Eye, while Su Youwei stood on the Yin Eye. Although he sensed danger, he dared not make any sudden moves, for he felt an extremely terrifying power contained within the Yin-Yang light wheel.

"This power makes no distinction between friend and foe. Are you sure you want to activate it?" the chained Saint Heaven Elite said darkly. "If you do, your chances of dying are probably greater than mine."

Su Youwei calmly replied, "I'm not afraid of death. I'm only afraid of His Highness being unhappy."

"He wants to move forward, so even if the cost is my life, I will stand behind him and give him a push."

As her voice faded, she changed her hand seal. A terrifying power erupted in the chained Saint Heaven Elite's rapidly changing gaze, instantly engulfing both their figures.

"Eat!"

"Eat!"

"Eat!"

The Saint Heaven Elite named Yuan Ying had an extremely grim expression. He continuously unleashed powerful Genesis Qi attacks, sending the ghost-like figure charging at him flying back. That figure, of course, was Zhao Mu Shen. The latter was now covered in blood and gore, but his eyes were fixated on Yuan Ying with extreme coldness and a predatory gleam.

In their confrontation, Yuan Ying had the absolute upper hand. However, looking at the current battle, it was Yuan Ying who felt constrained. The reason? Yuan Ying glanced at his hand, where three fingers were missing. Earlier in the fight, Zhao Mu Shen had endured a direct attack just to bite off and swallow his fingers. What sent a chill down Yuan Ying's spine was that the flesh where he had been bitten off seemed to have vanished into thin air. No matter how he tried to use Genesis Qi to regenerate the flesh, he couldn't restore his fingers.

"This freak..." Yuan Ying felt frustrated. This guy's attacks were completely reckless; he would pay any price just to take a bite, yet his vitality was terrifyingly tenacious. Yuan Ying had been relentlessly attacking him for a long time, but he still hadn't died. In Yuan Ying's eyes, Zhao Mu Shen was even more savage than their Saint Race. While they also consumed various beings, they refined them into blood pills. But this bastard would just swallow them whole, raw or cooked! Sometimes Yuan Ying was baffled, wondering if this guy was the Saint Race, or if he himself was.

As Yuan Ying pondered, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He watched the figure shooting towards him and suddenly clenched his five fingers. "No matter what you are, I'll kill you first!"

The void twisted, and black liquid seemed to flow out, like active shadows. In an instant, they tightly bound Zhao Mu Shen's body, firmly coiling around his lower half. Zhao Mu Shen stared at Yuan Ying with icy eyes. Black light swirled in his mouth, like a tiny black hole capable of devouring everything. In truth, the things he swallowed weren't really consumed alive; rather, once those substances entered his mouth, they would be converted into pure Heaven and Earth Genesis Qi.

Zhao Mu Shen struggled fiercely, but the black liquid was extraordinarily firm, preventing him from breaking free. It was at this moment that his expression suddenly hardened.

"Jiang Jinlin and Li Fu are both dead?"

"Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan, are you helpless now too?"

Zhao Mu Shen's eyes flickered, finally settling on determination and ruthlessness. "Zhou Yuan, this is for the people of my Ten Thousand Ancestor Domain. It has nothing to do with your life or death!"

The next instant, Zhao Mu Shen's body below his chest suddenly exploded, flesh and blood splattering. Yuan Ying's pupils constricted, clearly startled by Zhao Mu Shen's brutality. Immediately afterward, he felt a chill and abruptly looked up. He saw a head flying through the air, its mouth agape, black light surging within. On the head, an ancient beastly shadow seemed to faintly appear. Before he could react, the black light had already enveloped him.