Morale Soaring

With a deafening explosion, the night fog dissipated, and the majestic figure of the Golden Lion was sent flying backward, its beard and chest stained crimson with blood.

Under the vast sky, on the backs of countless birds of prey and flying beasts, the Hunter-Gatherers' bodies were all taut.

The Golden Lion was still flying backwards and had not yet stopped its momentum. In addition to being hit by Leng Mingkong's punch, it was also accelerating itself, actively disengaging from the battlefield.

A few people knew what he was doing, but no one spoke up or stopped him.

Suddenly, the Golden Lion's expression changed slightly. He felt resistance coming from his back, and layers of runic ripples spread from the edge of the desert.

He realized that the legendary ancient artifact— the Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake —had already taken effect, and breaking through it would be extremely difficult.

The opponent dared not fully unleash the forbidden power of the Divine Stakes, but still temporarily sealed off all directions.

He was testing the stress, and his body was still regressing.

Leng Mingkong stood calmly and composed under the night sky, saying, "Old Lion, how long are you going to keep up this act? You can't escape today. Pretending to be severely injured only makes you a laughingstock!"

Golden Lion stopped, knowing he was locked on and that his opponent wouldn't give him a chance to test the pressure or break the formation, and was about to launch a thunderous attack.

At their level, they seemed to be standing at opposite ends of the night sky, but that distance was still not enough for him to escape the other party's terrifying Mental Field.

Sure enough, Leng Mingkong arrived!

In the blink of an eye, wind and thunder surged, and the entire night sky was illuminated by the Immortal Light emanating from his body.

Along the way, shouts of people and howls of beasts filled the air, and all the Hunter-Gatherers retreated in terror, from young people to seasoned veterans, all like startled night birds spreading their wings and rushing to both sides.

Leng Mingkong hailed from the Beyond the Mundane Yang Land and was a renowned Pathfinders the Immortal Path, possessing unfathomable divine power.

Along the way, there were naturally other Sixth Realm experts from other races who wanted to intercept them.

However, there are more than a dozen Ancestor on the Immortal Path alone. Immediately, someone's eyes gleamed with Divine Radiance, and they locked onto the target with their Consciousness Spirit Light.

Leng Mingkong seemed to teleport, arriving at the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Roar."

The Golden Lion was tall and imposing, with golden hair and beard. Now, it let out a deep roar, truly resembling an old lion who had become a god, its entire body radiating golden light that illuminated the night sky.

Its sound waves transformed into tangible runes, like waves crashing against the sky. If this were in a city, these sound waves alone would be enough to cause Blood Calamity and devastation.

With a simple shout, Leng Mingkong instantly blocked all the golden runes under the night sky, causing them to become disordered and then explode.

He stood there, facing the imposing figure wielding Wolf Fang Club as he charged forward, as calm as a figure in a painting.

With a Golden Lion, the desert shook violently, the wind howled, and thunder roared. The black Wolf Fang Club in his hand crashed down with the power to destroy a city.

The night sky was filled with his radiance, turning the long night into day.

Leng Mingkong was tall and straight, with black hair reaching his waist. He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with eyes as bright as stars. He stood quietly in the void, his whole being serene.

Faced with the attack that felt like Ascension Mountain pressing down on him, his legs remained motionless. He simply raised his right arm to meet it, his index and middle fingers together, and thrust at the Wolf Fang Club.

People were shaken, and even the experts of the Sixth Realm had solemn expressions.

This was a desperate gamble by the top brass of both sides. The first battle was crucial to the overall momentum, Leng Mingkong dared to use only two fingers to meet the enemy, which was far too arrogant.

"Clang!"

In the night sky, the heavy, mountain-like Wolf Fang Club gleamed with a cold, dark metallic luster, yet it was held down by those two fingers and could not be pressed down.

A blinding light rose from Leng Mingkong's fingertips, causing the Wolf Fang Club to tremble violently.

"You've actually mastered the legendary Immortal Slaying Finger!" A cross appeared in the Golden Lion's eyes, deeply moved.

Snap!

To everyone's astonishment, Leng Mingkong's pristine white fingers cracked the Wolf Fang Club, which then shattered with a deafening roar, sending black metal fragments flying in all directions.

In the distance, a high-level flying beast was struck by a fragment of Wolf Fang Club and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone was shocked!

The people of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, in particular, felt a chill run down their spines. They had studied this old monster from the Beyond the Mundane Yang Land extensively, and it was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

In the Immortal Grave area, morale was high, and cheers resounded.

On the other side, He Lian Chengyun's second volley of Arrow Feathers out. In his youthful form, he was handsome and aloof, his Scarlet Gold Armor radiating Divine Rosy Radiance, like Phoenix rising from the Nirvana.

On the other side, the powerful Two-Headed Werewolf Race was no match for the arrows; his shoulder exploded, leaving a bloody mess, and half of his shoulder blade flew off.

Both sides were naturally going all out in the duel, each arrow carrying a vast Daoist aura and immense pressure. The Sixth Realm Ancestor of the Two-Headed Werewolf Race had already been severely injured.

He Lian Chengyun stood with his bow in hand, intimidating many powerful foreign warriors in front of him.

The Present Tathagata strode forward, his broad figure emitting Heavenly Light, breaking through the night mist, like a massive, blazing sun across the sky.

Someone called his name earlier, and although he hasn't said anything, his actions speak for themselves.

Tathagata appear, he would only need to raise his fist.

The higher-ups of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization couldn't help but think of the Past Tathagata that old fellow didn't seem as Blood Qi and terrifying as the person before them.

Some powerful members of other races have wavered in their beliefs, realizing that their journey to the east was a grave mistake.

At this moment, Giant Race, integrated into the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, stepped forward. His physique was as tall, strong, and fierce as a mountain, casting a large shadow in the desert and bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Sixth Realm expert of the Giant Race stepped forward, causing the desert to tremble. Immediately, his Blood Qi surged, forming a crimson glow around him that radiated into the void, impacting even the distant spectators.

Above his head, the dark clouds were churning; his Blood Qi stirred up the Heavenly Elephant.

Present Tathagata uttering a word, the Buddha appeared before them in a flash.

The two attacked almost simultaneously.

The giant followed the path of the Giant Spirit God, his Blood Qi mixed with Divine Power, making the night sky seem to explode, his fists unleashing a mighty, rumbling force.

When his fist came crashing down, it was like a mountain falling—massive, terrifying, and brimming with Blood Qi, inspiring awe and making one's soul tremble.

The Present Tathagata's body appeared much smaller than his, yet it completely blocked his opponent's attack; in front of his fist, boundless and unstoppable Heavenly Light emanated.

The moment their fists clashed, they both soared into the air, and with a thunderous roar, the dark clouds in the sky were shattered by the light of their fists.

Many people felt a pang in their hearts and involuntarily took a step back.

"Roar!" The giant roared, his Blood Qi surging, his Divine Power burning, making him look like a god rising with crimson clouds, incredibly brave, and every move he made was a wonder of heaven and earth.

The Tathagata calm and composed, continuously unleashing powerful punches.

People saw large amounts of blood splattered, and the Sixth Realm powerhouse—the Giant Ancestor —had a look of pain on his face as flesh and blood tore off his right hand.

During the exchange of blows, he was unable to withstand the attack from the Present Tathagata, whose size was far inferior to his own. His right hand trembled, covered in blood, and some of his fingers had exposed bone.

In their first encounter, the Immortal Path and the New Life Path held a significant advantage, which boosted everyone's confidence, and many of the young disciples were extremely excited.

"The Ancestor have deceived us so badly!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Today, their mood truly experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.

Some even wept with joy, feeling as if they had ascended from Hell to heaven.

In fact, someone mentioned the fact that the Ancestor had killed the Mirage Immortal thirty-four years ago a month ago. Obviously, not everyone was kept in the dark and was aware of it.

After the Mirage Incense is lit, the scene is fake, but some of the energy fluctuations are not illusory; the Heavenly Light, immortal runes, and other phenomena are real outward projections.

Earlier today, the Ancestor were stretching their muscles and arms, preparing for the final battle, while others were polishing their weapons and testing their skills.

"My tears were shed in vain," someone said, their eyes reddening.

Immediately, a disciple personally taught by the Ancestor glared at him, as if to say, "You really hope the Ancestor passes away?"

An Ancestor calmly spoke, "A little despair is good. When we were pioneering the land and fighting against Godlike and Feathered Immortal, the true perils our predecessors faced were far more terrifying and bloody than the mental journey you just went through. Temper yourself more. I brought you out here not to admire the scenery of Foreign Domain, but to get yourselves stained with blood, to cross the Dead Realm, and to see your true selves."

Many nodded, polished their weapons, unleashed their extraordinary treasures, and stared at the dense swarms of raptors and flying beasts in the night sky—all of whom were their adversaries.

"So it turns out that the all-knowing passersby were all Ancestor!" someone exclaimed.

At that moment, a thunderous sound came from the night sky ahead, Ancestor the Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the New Life Path shouted simultaneously.

"Today's battle will decide the fate of the world; we will utterly annihilate our opponents!"

Within the Immortal Grave territory, whether young disciples, strong men, or renowned masters and Grandmaster, all roared in unison, "Let's settle this battle and annihilate our opponents!"

In an instant, flying swords soared into the sky, Spirit Artifact resonated, rare treasures flew across the sky, and the clanging sound of armor vibrating was incessant.

At this moment, even the teenagers who had never experienced such a grand scene were filled with excitement.

"Bone Revealing Mirror, rise!"

Some Ancestor shouted, and one after another, Treasure Mirror Chongxiao into the sky, hanging high in the air, shining towards the opposite side, revealing any figure with terrifying internal energy.

The Ancestor is screening out the experts in the Sixth Realm; those will all be their opponents.

Sure enough, some alien Ancestor were hiding among the young knights, trying to slip through undetected, but now they had nowhere to hide.

In an instant, Heavenly Light pierced through the thick dark clouds, Divine Power shredded the desert ahead, and Immortal Lotus bloomed layer upon layer in the void.

The Ancestor of the New Life Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the Immortal Path fought their way through the heavens and the earth, each locking onto their target.

The world ahead seemed to be torn apart, blinding light shone through, and the entire space-time seemed to be distorted and collapsing.

A Grandmaster Level has erupted!

As for the overwhelming number of birds of prey and flying beasts, they all fled the main battlefield, fearing they would be caught in the storm of the Sixth Realm powerhouses' duel.

Some alien Ancestor insisted on avoiding battle. If they escaped into the ranks of young knights, these descendants were destined for a terrible fate, exploding in the brilliant afterglow.

The Ancestor of each path looked serious, showing no signs of underestimating their opponents. The opposing Nomadic Hunting Civilization had incorporated several races, and the number of the Sixth Realm experts they had gathered was quite considerable, approaching twenty.

"Our Ancestor are incredibly valiant; they have set an example for us. It is our turn to strike!" the Grandmaster shouted.

They also used the Bone Revealing Mirror to shine light on the densely packed figures on the mounts.

"Kill!"

Outside the main battlefield, Grandmaster launch their attack.

The young men at the rear shouted, "Break through the Dead Realm, see your true self, and temper your path with blood and fire!"

"The time has come to defend against the enemy and make a name for ourselves!" The older generation encouraged the young people, telling them that after the war, those who had made contributions would be rewarded with secret manuals, Great Medicine, and rare treasures.

At this moment, morale here is at its peak.

Even Qin Ming, Little Wu, Xiang Yiwu, and the others were already filled with excitement and began to charge forward, searching for suitable opponents!

"Do you have any Vajra Fruit?" Qin Ming shouted.

"Yes!" a Old Senior actually responded seriously.

Xiang Yiwu, Tathagata a young Buddha, unleashed a surge of Heavenly Light from his body and shouted, "Seniors, you must prepare at least three Vajra Fruit!"

Wu Yaozu, his short hair gleaming, roared, "We also desperately need the sap of the Vajra Treasure Tree!"

"As long as you perform beyond the curriculum, you can have anything!" an old man laughed heartily.

Even during this tense moment of battle, they were still interacting and laughing, which immediately infected many people around them.