Decisive Battle Ten
After the Trinity was formed, the Saint Patrol raised his arm, and countless blue lightning bolts transformed into a blue arc-shaped barrier in front of him, blocking the countless arms of the Moon God that were descending from the sky.
This is not actually the Moon God's true form, but rather a phantom image of the Moon God, formed by combining her divine power with the general trend of the world, using the same ribbon-like binding material as before.
Even so, its power far surpasses that of Damir before. It also surpasses the combined strength of the Divine Shepherd and the Saint Dance.
It has reached a special point of qualitative change.
Boom!!!!
The Blue Light and the phantom of the Moon God fought fiercely, locked in a stalemate.
Everything around was distorted and deformed, but strangely, all the furnishings and reliefs in the hall were torn apart and shattered by the strong airflow.
The entire hall was trembling and shaking violently, as if it were about to be completely blown away by the fierce battle inside.
There was no actual contact at all; the mere impact of the airflow nearly blew away the massive structure built entirely of solid rock and ice.
"Can you feel it?" A crack began to appear on Yue Dewen's face.
"This is the world, a rebellion against the heavens!"
Saint Patrol's eyes shone with Blue Light as dazzling as the sun, and his body had grown to a towering ten meters tall.
But it still looked much smaller than the enormous phantom of the Moon God.
Are you really not afraid of dying?
"What joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying?" Yue Dewen's robes billowed, and even more white clouds surged wildly from beneath him.
The accumulated momentum of the world over many years was completely and thoroughly released at this moment.
However, the excessive and violent release has overburdened his body, causing it to break down.
"I, Yue Dewen, today, defy the heavens!!"
He took a step forward and suddenly swung his right fist at the Blue Light barrier.
"I have no regrets even if I die!!!"
Unlike last time, this time he knew he had a successor, and that with Zhang Rongfang around, things would not get any worse even if he were gone.
If his last act was a tragic one born of desperation...
So at this moment, he threw this punch with a happy and carefree feeling.
There was no hesitation, no helplessness, and no worry.
Only by forging ahead can we succeed!
This punch had no set moves; it was simply the boundless, overwhelming power of the world, erupting forth in that instant.
Buzz! In the next instant, the Saint Patrol, along with everything behind him and the towering walls of the Earth Mother Temple, was submerged and shrouded by countless white clouds.
The Blue Light dissipated and vanished. Like a light bulb that had lost its power, it flickered a few times before completely dimming and going out.
Endless white clouds, carrying violent air currents, crashed into the temple with a deafening roar, surging wildly towards the entire Snow Rainbow Pavilion amidst the sound of collapsing rocks.
In just a short moment, it completely submerged Snow Rainbow Pavilion.
The vast expanse of white clouds even covered most of the snow-capped mountain, with its center revolving around the Snow Rainbow Pavilion, forming a huge moon-white vortex.
The Fierce General and many Worship God who remained in the Snow Rainbow Pavilion were simultaneously enveloped by clouds, and Blue Light appeared on their bodies to resist.
But their resistance was futile. Before long, all the Worship God fell to the ground, their bodies gradually turning charred black, then crumbling into black smoke and disappearing into nothingness.
At the very center, Yue Dewen's entire body was now covered in cracks.
He stood on the ruins of the temple, silently gazing at the Saint Patrol's true form, which was battered and broken, kneeling with difficulty in front of him.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank my disciple for helping me recover faster." Yue Dewen walked closer to the other person step by step.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it this far."
"It seems this is destiny, that the Spirit Flight Teaching will withdraw from history from this day forward and return to Great Abyss, where it belongs."
Saint Patrol was speechless at this moment, having underestimated the terrifying power of Yue Dewen's full-force attack.
His Azure Heaven Power was completely suppressed, even against a supreme Great Grandmaster, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The suppression of one's momentum can bring countless negative consequences that can easily determine the outcome of a battle.
Moreover, he was completely suppressed like this.
If it weren't for his special identity and the protection of the Azure Heaven Blood, the sheer force of this outburst would have rendered him completely stiff and unable to move.
"You shouldn't have done that!?" Saint Patrol's face showed confusion, bewilderment, and an ugly expression.
He understood the opponent's strength; after all, the power of the world's trends was indeed terrifying.
What he didn't understand was that the opponent had accumulated far more power than he had originally expected! So much so that even after exhausting his power, the opponent still had the strength to completely engulf the entire Snow Rainbow Pavilion.
At this level, it's already been cut off.
Suddenly, a soft sound came from his body.
The Saint Patrol looked down.
At this moment, a few cracks finally appeared on the golden mask on his chest and abdomen.
He raised his head and looked straight at Yue Dewen.
"It seems like I made a mistake."
With a soft rustling sound.
The Saint Patrol, together with the Divine Shepherd and Saint Dance, a trinity, completely disintegrated, turning into countless blue light spots.
But in the next instant, a large number of blue light spots gathered in place, shaped, and reformed into the Final Form of the Saint Patrol's three-headed, six-armed body.
He knelt on the ground, slowly stood up, and all his injuries vanished in an instant, as if he had never made a move.
This change caused a tremor in the white light in Yue Dewen's eyes. He had clearly used his overwhelming power to erode and obliterate everything! How could everything have returned to its original state?!? "This is... your Azure Heaven Blood ability!?" He suddenly realized and asked in a deep voice.
With a wave of his hand.
At the same time, endless white clouds once again engulfed the Saint Patrol.
Amidst the intense corrosive sounds, the Saint Patrol dispelled a large amount of white clouds, then flashed with Blue Light again, returning to its original state.
At this time, the surrounding sea of clouds had shrunk by about half.
Then came the third time!
This time, the Saint Patrol was still unharmed, recovered, and stood up.
He even had time to pick up the scepter that had just fallen.
"You guessed right. This is the power of my Azure Heaven Blood." The Saint Patrol patted his robes and inserted his scepter into a hole in the ruins.
"The Saint Dance's skill is petrification, the Divine Shepherd's is spirit control, and mine is rebirth."
He walked closer to Yue Dewen step by step.
"To me, the body is merely a shell. No matter how you destroy the shell, my one true spirit remains there, indestructible and eternal. And this is the greatest difference between man and god."
Yue Dewen waved his hand again, and another large cloud of energy surged toward the Saint Patrol, engulfing him.
He had a firm grasp of the overall situation and was indeed far superior to his opponent at that time.
However, as the Saint Patrol flashed Blue Light once again, it returned to normal.
Yue Dewen's muscles tensed up.
He raised his hand again.
But... crack. At his elbow, his body, like shattered porcelain, began to crumble, scattering white fragments.
At this moment, only one-third of the powerful aura he had accumulated remained. "Yue Dewen," the Saint Patrol sighed, "Since you know that the martial art I cultivate is the Great Circulation Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Skill, then you should know that the phoenix is a divine bird that can be reborn from the ashes. The more it is destroyed, the more I am reborn."
"And now, you are going to die." He watched as Yue Dewen's body began to crumble into countless white fragments, his tone full of regret.
As Yue Dewen changed, the surrounding clouds finally began to fade and dissipate.
They were originally formed based on Yue Dewen's talents, and now that the condensation body is gone, they naturally begin to dissipate automatically.
"I," Yue Dewen, tried to take a step forward, but his legs began to shatter, turning into tiny fragments that fell to the ground.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around and looked into the distance.
A Blood Cloud flew down rapidly from a distance, condensing on the mountainside of a snow-capped mountain and forming the human shape of Zhang Rongfang.
"Qiankun Zi?" The Saint Patrol also saw Zhang Rongfang's figure and looked surprised.
"You have guts. Last time, you used all your strength to unleash the Final Form and defeat Saint Dance and one of my projections. Now, knowing you're doomed, you still came here willingly for your sake, your master."
Yue Dewen remained silent. He raised his hand; the lower half of his palm was completely shattered, missing... Suddenly, his expression froze.
The spot where his palm had just been shattered was now sprouting a large amount of flesh and blood, mending the missing part! The blood he had deliberately left behind was now rapidly healing his body! He looked up at the Saint Patrol, only to see that the other also looked completely bewildered.
"Master, I knew you would come to fight again while I was away."
Zhang Rongfang's voice rang out from behind, startling the two of them.
Yue Dewen and Saint Patrol looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.
But Zhang Rongfang had already arrived in front of the temple ruins at some point, and was gently landing from mid-air, with Blood Cloud still lingering around his body.
"You shouldn't have come," Yue Dewen said with a complicated expression. The intensity of their fight at this moment far exceeded the comprehension of ordinary people.
Even if the Manifest God himself descended, he would only die in resentment.
Not to mention someone like Zhang Rongfang, who is only slightly stronger than a top-tier Spirit General Great Grandmaster.
"I came here as quickly as possible in the hope of resolving everything before you could arrive."
"But I still came." Zhang Rongfang walked step by step to Yue Dewen's side and looked at the Saint Patrol.
"Even if you come, what use will it be?" Saint Patrol chuckled. "Even your master couldn't defeat me. What can you do here? Rely on your peculiar Final Form?"
"Final Form?" Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise, "What Final Form?"
"Hmm??" Saint Patrol frowned slightly. "The reason you defeated me last time was simply because I had exhausted myself fighting your master. You managed to launch a Final Form attack before I could finish you off."
"When did I say that was my Final Form?" Zhang Rongfang interrupted him.
Whoosh!
His enormous bat wings suddenly spread out behind him and fluttered gently.
The strong wind blew the surrounding gravel away, sending it rolling far.
"Not the Final Form? Then it's even more impossible." The Saint Patrol laughed. "No one in this world grows wings out of thin air."
"When did I say I was a human being?" Zhang Rongfang laughed as well.
The two of them paused, their expressions changing.
"I am an immortal!" He spread his arms wide.
"Heaven and earth nourish all living beings with their vital energy!"
"And I, nourish all things with my blood!!"
As they spoke, above the three of them, above the entire snow-capped peak, a vast expanse of dark red Blood Cloud rapidly enveloped and covered everything.
The enormous shadow spread rapidly, crossing the ice steps and the many buildings of the Snow Rainbow Pavilion, until it covered the Earth Mother Temple, completely enveloping the three of them.
Yue Dewen and Saint Patrol looked up at the same time, staring at the Heaven Blood the Upper Capital showing astonishment.
"This is..." Yue Dewen's lips parted slightly in disbelief. "Power?!"