The fate battle came to an end

The long night turned crimson.

In the main battlefield, the powerhouses of the Sixth Realm began to wither away.

"A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river. Could the magnificent scenery beyond the Great Wall described by the ancients refer to a grand battle between Grandmaster Level?" someone exclaimed.

Many more people were stunned and remained silent.

The crimson "smoke" Chongxiao and then exploded, like a fiery red Divine Flower in full bloom.

As for the originally dark and heavy clouds, they had long since been shattered, and the endless sky was stained with blood-red light, like the return of the sunset that had disappeared for thousands of years.

Many people were on edge, watching the core battle zone. In just that short time, at least six or seven Grandmaster Level figures had fallen one after another.

In that desolate red light, a huge, strange bird spread its wings, trying to Chongxiao into the sky, but it could not break free from the constraints of this world, as all four directions were sealed off.

Someone threw a long, cyan spear, which distorted space and caught up from behind, piercing the sky.

In the "sunset," its feathers fluttered, each one stained with blood. This Sixth Realm powerhouse wailed, the Ancestor of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization shedding endless blood, unable to take flight.

"The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together, the autumn water blends with the sky. Could this also be depicting the scene of Grandmaster Level's blood splattering across the sky? It is truly a poignant and beautiful sight." The people of the past sighed again.

Who could appreciate such a perverse beauty? Many people turned their heads and saw the dangerous mausoleum, with an Old Woman sitting on a grave mound, her teeth all gone.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. She didn't look like a normal person at all. When did this expert arrive? The area was sealed off, so why was she sitting on a grave?

At the critical moment, from all directions, twelve of the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake shot out Immortal Light, and twelve Immortal Fire landed on the grave. The Old Woman sighed, her body twisted and blurred by the flames, before dissipating, the last glimmer of light disappearing into the grave.

Clearly, the Ancestor set up this powerful weapon not only to Heaven-Sealing and earth, but also to prevent trouble from arising in the Immortal Grave.

Many people shuddered. The great battle here was complex. Even though the fateful showdown with the Nomadic Hunting Civilization was nearing its end, they could not afford to be careless.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

In the night sky, a powerful figure, like a lion, roared, Divine Radiance shooting from every pore of his body. His Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and Blood Qi boiled, expanding in all directions and covering the world.

Golden Lion, one of the leaders of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, wanted to destroy everything and drag an opponent down with him.

However, with so many Ancestor from the Immortal Path, the New Life Path, and the Esoteric Sect present, how could he possibly get his way?

The sound of chanting arose, and intricate patterns spread across the night sky. His pupils widened, and he froze, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit stagnating.

Then, he saw Leng Mingkong point out with a finger across the sky, as if a beam of light from Outer Domain realm had fallen.

"Ah..." the Golden Lion screamed in agony as the beam of light shattered his brow.

Then, Leng Mingkong unleashed the Immortal Slaying Finger, and in the night sky, it seemed as if countless Immortal Sword flew out, crisscrossing and forming a net of light.

The Golden Lion was pierced and cut apart, even its Mental Field was shattered. No matter how many times it reassembled itself, it was useless. It was repeatedly crushed and finally obliterated.

A faint golden mist of blood burst forth, like a crimson hurricane sweeping across the sky.

In the distance, runes inscribed on the thirty-six Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake flickered, drawing in the blood mist that filled the sky, making the Divine Stakes even more crystalline, translucent, and mysterious.

Someone whispered, "Using war to sustain war, and Soul Refinement pillar—this is the only safest way to use this forbidden item."

Golden Lion was one of the high-ranking leaders of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization. His death in battle was nothing short of a psychological storm for the other Hunter-Gatherers, who sensed that the end was nigh.

The Two-Headed Werewolf struggled in the night sky, his body riddled with arrow wounds. He tried to repair his body multiple times, but some wounds simply wouldn't heal.

He Lian Chengyun fired his final arrow, a Heavenly God rainbow that shattered the Ancestor of the Two-Headed Werewolf Race. This time, the old wolf was unable to reappear.

Even a powerful Ancestor like him has limited capacity for consciousness reorganization in a short period of time. He had already been killed many times before letting out a final, mournful wolf howl in the desert and finally perishing.

The howl, filled with despair, made many young Hunter-Gatherers sway, their spirits plummeting to rock bottom.

In the Ancestor Battlefield, success or failure was determined by life and death.

An elderly man with black hair, one of the leaders of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, was torn to pieces and attempted to self-destruct, hoping to make things difficult for his opponents as well.

However, he found that doing so was in vain.

A Soul Stabilizing Bell fell, covering him. His mind seemed to be frozen, no longer active, and he stood there numbly.

An elderly man from the Esoteric Sect stood on a black altar in the void, solemnly performing Ritual Offering to appease his opponent...

"Ah..."

The black-haired leader of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization only realized the truth at the last moment. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. He watched as his Essence, Qi, and Spirit was drained, and then he appeared on the black altar, burning fiercely.

The giant roared, transforming into Giant Spirit God, as if to tear the heavens and earth apart. However, though he had the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, he lacked the supreme strength to look down upon the world.

He was repeatedly blasted apart by the Heavenly Light poured down by the Present Tathagata, and even his Mental Field collapsed multiple times before he died completely. A large amount of blood mist drifted toward the thirty-six Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake.

In the desert, a rope covered with golden runes shot into the night sky, where a Sixth Realm blue-eyed Hunter-Gatherers was bound and captured alive.

On the other side, Lu Zizai took action, honing his fist techniques in the Ancestor Battlefield, exploring and perfecting his own New Life System.

"You..." His opponent was a Feathered Serpent at the Sixth Realm, and he was shocked and furious. He felt that his opponent was not even Ancestor, yet he was already able to hurt him.

This is an utter disgrace to it; is it to be defeated by a Grandmaster?

Its enormous, dragon-like body coiled into a mountain in the void before suddenly shooting out, trying to lock onto the boy in coarse linen clothes.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, it felt a sharp pain in its chest.

Within its heart, a ray of Heavenly Light revives, ever-flowing and inexhaustible, its fist-like light never fading, like an Immortal Flower, blooming layer upon layer, threatening to tear it apart.

"Grandmaster can severely injure me?" Feathered Serpent was incredulous, feeling as if the world was unreal.

"Newly promoted Sixth Realm Feathered Serpent, you're a bit weak," Lu Zizai said calmly.

The Feathered Serpent's Mental Field roared as it was looked down upon by its inferior, who remained calm and showed no intention of mocking or humiliating it.

The more real it felt, the more it felt a tightness in its chest, and it raised its head to pounce on its opponent.

puff.

In this area, copious amounts of snake blood splattered, staining the sky crimson.

Even some old monsters of the Sixth Realm turned their heads and showed surprise. Was Lu Zizai fighting against the Ancestor with the body of Grandmaster? And he even wanted to kill him!

Lu Zizai didn't care. Having reached this level, even if someone had designs on him, it would be difficult for them to succeed. If he was no match for them, he could simply flee far away.

In a sense, as the Supreme Grandmaster, he was free to roam the world.

An Old Senior proclaimed, "The Ancestor has already set the example and begun eliminating his opponents. How much longer are you waiting? This battle should come to an end soon."

"Kill!"

Instantly, shouts of battle filled the desert.

The members of the New Life Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the Immortal Path were all filled with high fighting spirit. The overall situation at the top had been settled, and for them, all they needed to do was bravely move forward and carry out the final hunt.

Many Hunter-Gatherers looked ashen-faced; today they themselves had become the prey, whereas in the past they had brought disaster to other tribes and civilizations.

Now, the Blood Calamity has befallen their own family.

The key point is that the word "wandering" in "wandering and hunting" is useless here. The desert battlefield is blocked by the Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake, and even the Ancestor cannot break through.

After forcing the Fire Lizard out, Qin Ming immediately attacked. In the flash of his blade, crimson scales flew up, and slightly fragrant blood spurted out.

Those who possess Strange Blood are all exceptional beings, far surpassing their peers in strength.

However, once the Fire Lizard encountered Qin Ming, the outcome was already predetermined.

Puff!

The Fire Lizard was cut in half at the waist, and some of its blood shone with a dazzling light, like the lid of a medicine furnace that had just been opened, releasing a rich and fragrant aroma.

Qin Ming put the Strange Blood into a jade box and sealed it away temporarily.

Wu Yaozu arrived, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "Ming Ge, you've cleared everything out here? Let me tell you, Da Xiang and I hunted something amazing—a Little Flood Dragon, already fully formed, definitely not a snake. This species is rare, a real tonic! We'll have Flood Dragon hotpot later to refine our bodies and train our skills!"

Qin Ming warned, "There might be Strange Blood within them. Don't miss it; it's like a Treasured Medicine!"

As the great battle drew to a close, the surviving Hunter-Gatherers, naturally ruthless, launched a fierce counterattack, making the fighting even more brutal.

During this process, some Immortal Seed perished, while God Seed encountered Life and Death Tribulation. Otherworlder also died in battle at the Five Elements Palace and the Six Royals Ancestral Court.

In the battlefield of the Grandmaster, experts have fallen on every path.

Even with overwhelming advantages, some formidable figures cannot be spared from unexpected deaths in such a large-scale bloody battle.

Some people could have had a bright future, but they wither away prematurely.

Li Qingxu was smashed away by a young giant at the Third Realm Perfection, who swung his heavy iron rod. More than thirty bones in his body were broken, and he almost died suddenly.

Su Shiyun was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and a corner of her heart was torn open, severely damaging her vital energy. It would be difficult for her to recover without a period of rest.

Pei Shuyan's shoulder blade was shattered into pieces. He was besieged by the super seeds of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization and almost died in battle.

Even Helian Zhaoyu was in trouble, being knocked away by Old Rhinoceros that went berserk in despair, his chest caved in.

Qin Ming was also seriously injured. He had long been regarded as a thorn in the side by many Hunter-Gatherers. At the last moment, in the chaos, not only did experts of the Third Realm gather to hunt him down, but an old guy of the Fourth Realm also broke through.

Fortunately, the Thunder King Bird was fast enough to break free from the deadly mire in the chaotic bloodbath, but he also coughed up a lot of blood.

He was struck from a distance, breaking two of his ribs. Rune Bell exploded nearby, sending him and the Thunder King Bird flying over a hundred meters away.

As far as the eye could see, the desert was covered in blood, with corpses strewn everywhere.

In comparison, the casualties on the Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the New Life Path were completely acceptable. In this fateful duel, all the experts from the Nomadic Hunting Civilization who came to help were wiped out.