Chapter 1864: A World War Recorded in History

Blood waves surged as Lionheart plunged into the blood sea and disappeared from sight, looking as if he had thrown himself into it.

"Finally caught him!" Ma Shangsi gritted his teeth, clearly agitated. His Blood Sea Art had always been effective in the past, but this time, it would have been truly difficult without the assistance of Lu Ye's Talent Tree Clone.

This made him realize that the power of some Moon Yaos was truly immense. He himself was a late-stage Moon Yao, but he would be no match for Lionheart if he faced him alone.

The blood sea churned violently. Lionheart, aware of his precarious situation after falling in, would not simply wait for death. He immediately unleashed his power, stirring the blood sea.

For a moment, Ma Shangsi felt unable to suppress him. Fortunately, Lu Ye, guided by him, had already reached Lionheart's side and began striking repeatedly with his long blade.

Inside the blood sea, Lu Ye's expression was grim. He had to admit that Lionheart was indeed the strongest Moon Yao he had ever encountered; none he had faced before could compare.

Lionheart's power was evident not just in his combat prowess, but also in his astonishing physique.

Monster cultivators rarely use magical artifacts, and the Blood Clan is similar, though their reason is the corrosive nature of their blood arts, which conflicts greatly with such items. The Monster Clan, however, is different; their primary reason for not using magical artifacts is their confidence in their own physiques. Many Monster Clan members, after transforming into human form, often temper parts of their bodies to wield power comparable to spirit tools or even powerful magical artifacts.

Furthermore, every member of the Monster Clan is naturally proficient in their race's unique monster arts. Essentially, the Monster Clan as a whole cultivates both physical combat and magic.

For instance, the Moon Yao named Red Elephant, whom Lu Ye previously ambushed and killed on Zixuan Island, wielded a long trunk that, even in its dying moments, delivered a strike as powerful as any magical artifact.

Unlike others, Lionheart didn't have specific tempered body parts; he had refined his entire body into something comparable to a powerful magical artifact. His long lifespan and countless years of cultivation at the late Moon Yao stage provided him ample time to achieve this.

His physique had been tempered to the extreme!

Every punch thrown and every kick delivered were attacks on par with magical artifacts, ensuring dire consequences for anyone who took a hit.

Thus, even with Lu Ye's incomparably sharp Panshan Blade, continuously enhanced by the Divine Edge Spirit Pattern, striking Lionheart failed to inflict significant damage, merely managing to break the skin's surface.

Lu Ye had originally planned to unleash his Blood Clones directly and form an array to kill Lionheart, but the opponent's formidable physique forced him to abandon this strategy. Since there was only one Panshan Blade, additional Blood Clones would be useless without the means to inflict effective damage. He even recalled his Talent Tree Clone.

This reminded Lu Ye of when he had fought against a Sun Glow realm cultivator, leaping over a major realm to do so. His usually effective slashes often proved useless when his attacks couldn't breach the enemy's defenses.

Unless he employed the "Great Windmill" secret technique, striking the same spot countless times.

But Lionheart would never give Lu Ye such an opportunity.

Therefore, all Lu Ye could do was suppress Lionheart without achieving any substantial results.

Now, however, the situation was different. The powerful Great Island Master of Zixuan had fallen into the blood sea. As long as Ma Shangsi could maintain control, Lionheart was doomed.

As the blood sea churned, Lionheart's roars reverberated, causing the sea to surge even more violently with each cry. This invisible and intangible sound attack was something Ma Shangsi could neither evade nor be immune to.

Lu Ye's figure weaved through the blood sea, each precise strike landing on Lionheart, producing the clang of metal against metal.

Lionheart was like a beast trapped in a cage, his immense power finding no outlet because he couldn't even pinpoint his enemy's location.

Under those repeated, precise strikes, genuine wounds finally appeared on Lionheart's body.

Ma Shangsi had been waiting for this moment. His spirit immediately surged with excitement, like a shark scenting blood, and he promptly activated the Blood Ignition Art.

From the small wounds, blood flowed ceaselessly.

Initially, there was only one wound, but as time passed, more appeared, and Lionheart's massive form became drenched in blood.

He realized the situation was dire.

Relying on his formidable physique, he had been confident that no one at the Moon Yao level could truly harm him. Yet, today, he was astonished to discover that someone could indeed breach his powerful physical body.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The opponent had achieved this by repeatedly striking the same spot, and with his physique, such minor flesh wounds would normally heal in an instant.

But in reality, he distinctly felt a strange power lingering around the wounds. The injuries that should have healed quickly showed no signs of improvement whatsoever.

Moreover, a profound power emanated from within the blood sea, drawing his blood rapidly from the wounds.

The secret killing technique, jointly developed by Lu Ye and his subordinate, was proving effective for the first time!

The unique properties of the Panshan Blade, combined with the Blood Clan's Blood Ignition Art, were a match made in heaven.

The fierce battle raged within the blood sea, but its concealing properties prevented onlookers from seeing the action inside. Disappointed, they could only turn their gaze toward Zixuan Island.

In just that short span of time, the situation on Zixuan Island had changed dramatically.

The Profound Turtle Formation, led by Jujia, continued to hold, protecting the portal within its bounds. However, the pressure they faced was clearly diminishing as more and more cultivators from Three Realms Island emerged from the portal, quickly forming arrays, taking strategic positions, and resisting the invading forces.

Thus, even with Zixuan Island's numerical and power advantage, they couldn't achieve any decisive results. Given their strategic objectives—one attacking, one defending—Three Realms Island, as the defender, held a clear advantage.

Furthermore, the three late-stage Moon Yao cultivators from Three Realms Island rampaged through the enemy ranks, unstoppable. In the sky, Zixuan's monster cultivators fell like dumplings, with blood blossoming densely and continuously.

All observing cultivators held their breath, realizing that regardless of their allegiances or preferences, they were witnessing a historical moment.

This was a battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Myriad Elephants Sea!

For countless years, ever since the Myriad Elephants Sea saw top-tier forces settle and claim the most powerful spirit islands, it seemed no such island had ever been breached and changed hands—Wushuang Island being the exception, as while it was a top spirit island, the force occupying it was not a top-tier power.

Yet, today, they were likely to witness it firsthand.

The pattern of top forces occupying top spirit islands in the Myriad Elephants Sea, unchanged for tens of thousands of years, was finally about to be shattered.

And those achieving this feat were merely cultivators from a superior spirit island.

The Zixuan monster cultivators' strategy of forcefully attacking the portal had completely failed. No more cultivators from Three Realms Island were arriving from it; all assembled cultivators had already reached the battlefield, making the portal's continued existence meaningless.

The arriving cultivators from Three Realms Island quickly established defenses centered around the dilapidated formation base hall, fending off enemy cultivators attacking from all directions.

Jujia and his companions retreated, covered in blood. In the preceding assault, their Profound Turtle Formation had, at a critical moment, transformed into a trustworthy defensive shield for their allies. Yet, even that formation was ultimately breached by the Zixuan monster cultivators.

All seven body cultivators returned, spitting blood, where medical cultivators were already waiting to swiftly administer treatment.

Had Meng Jie not summoned his conch to re-establish defenses when the Profound Turtle Formation broke, Three Realms Island would surely have sustained casualties.

Currently, the strongest defense formed by the Constellation cultivators on Three Realms Island wasn't the Profound Turtle Formation, but Meng Jie's conch. That item was a true wonder-treasure, having contributed significantly in the previous battle against Baiyue, and proving equally indispensable today.

Luan Xiao'e, Yan Miao, and He Baichuan, the three late-stage Moon Yaos, moved through the enemy ranks as if unopposed, slaughtering foes while also providing timely support to their own Constellation cultivators. Wherever pressure mounted, they would engage, relieving the defensive strain.

As time passed, more and more Zixuan monster cultivators fell in battle. Around the defensive perimeter established by the Three Realms Island cultivators, countless shattered bodies and severed limbs lay strewn. Blood pooled into small rivers on the ground, flowing in all directions.

Countless observing cultivators watched in awe. Even at this moment, despite facing a clear disadvantage and lacking any Moon Yao to lead or assist them, the Zixuan monster cultivators maintained an unparalleled fighting spirit. No monster cultivator fled or retreated; many, knowing their demise was certain, still charged forward without hesitation.

This tragic scene was visible almost everywhere on the battlefield, eliciting both pity and profound respect from the observing cultivators.

"Truly worthy of being Zixuan monster cultivators. This fearless tenacity in battle is unmatched by cultivators from ordinary forces. With so many like them in this realm, how could its future not be strong?"

"Zixuan is likely finished. Now, it all depends on whether Lionheart can escape."

"Even if Lionheart escapes, it won't change the outcome. Zixuan's defeat is a foregone conclusion!"

"Fellow Daoists, have you noticed? Zixuan has suffered heavy losses, but it seems Three Realms Island has... no fatalities!"

Others could hardly have missed this observation. The cultivators from Three Realms Island had maintained a defensive posture, and with three late-stage Moon Yaos alleviating their pressure, many had been injured, but not a single one had died in battle.

"In the battle against Baiyue, Three Realms Island achieved the terrifying feat of zero casualties. Now, against Zixuan, could they possibly repeat such a performance?"

If this were indeed the case, it would be truly astonishing. Achieving such a feat against Baiyue was impressive enough, but this was Zixuan—a top spirit island occupied by a top-tier force, completely incomparable in scale to Baiyue.

Yet, from the current situation, if Three Realms Island maintained its steady approach, achieving this seemed far from difficult.

The cultivators could almost foresee one thing: in the coming years, perhaps even a decade or more, today's battle would be eagerly discussed. Three Realms Island's previous assault on Baiyue had already sparked several years of discussion among Myriad Elephants Sea cultivators, and this time would surely be no less significant.

Almost everyone believed the situation wouldn't change significantly. Now, the only variable remaining was whether Lionheart could escape.

Yet, just then, a cold, sharp shout suddenly echoed from within Zixuan Island: "Cultivators of Three Realms, heed my command! Follow us to slay the enemy!"

As the command was issued, the observing cultivators were still in stunned disbelief.

However, the cultivators from Three Realms Island, who had initially been on the defensive, quickly sprang into action.

In the blink of an eye, they abandoned their incredibly sturdy defensive formation. Instead, two thousand cultivators split into three groups, resembling three long dragons. Luan Xiao'e, Yan Miao, and He Baichuan, the three late-stage Moon Yaos, proactively moved to meet them, forming the dragon heads.

Faint dragon roars echoed as the three long dragons, formed by the cultivators of Three Realms Island, truly resembled flood dragons emerging from the sea, charging forth in three different directions!