Decisive Battle Twelve

The blood cocoon was neutralized by the Blue Light, and the two returned to their previous standoff.

Zhang Rongfang's eyes burned with Blood Flame, but they weren't real flames; rather, they were fluorescent blood surging in his pupils.

He gazed at the Saint Patrol at that moment.

If I'm not mistaken.

He paused, then stood dozens of meters away from the other party and began to condense Blood Cloud again.

"Your number of rebirths must be limited, right?"

The Saint Patrol's expression was solemn, and the way he looked at Zhang Rongfang was completely different from before.

"I admit I underestimated you," he said softly. "You are more dangerous than your master."

"At first, I just saw you as a minor nuisance who could only cause some disruption. But now it seems I was wrong."

The Saint Patrol glanced at Yue Dewen, who had recovered completely in the distance.

While the mental and emotional wounds of the other person cannot be repaired, at least the physical injuries can be healed, and people will gradually recover over time.

Your mind and spirit will gradually recover.

So Yue Dewen's life was saved.

"That's wonderful," Saint Patrol sighed. His gaze returned to Zhang Rongfang.

"You guessed right. My rebirth is called Nine Phoenix Nirvana, which is an ultimate technique that I created based on the true meaning of the phoenix in mythology."

It is one of the core true seals of the Great Circulation Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Skill.

"This true seal, Final Form, can be used nine times every ninety years. That is to say, one can regain the opportunity for Nirvana once every ten years."

"And now, your master has killed me four times, and you've killed me once. That's five times now. There are four more times left, but unfortunately, you've already missed your chance."

The Saint Patrol sighed.

"Four times?" Zhang Rongfang's expression calmed down.

He raised one hand towards the sky.

Heaven Blood clouds began to slowly swirl around the three of them, forming a huge vortex.

"Let's do it again!!"

Laugh!!

His figure disappeared from the spot.

In an instant, four illusory figures of Zhang Rongfang appeared around the Saint Patrol and attacked together.

Just as the Saint Patrol was about to block, darkness fell again, and a blood cocoon appeared out of thin air, once again neutralizing and covering the aura surrounding him.

The senses that had just been smooth and Ruyi were plunged into absolute darkness once again.

Poof! The blood cocoon shattered, but Zhang Rongfang didn't make a move to approach at all.

Yes, there was more and more thick blood.

The mighty Blood River, constantly transforming from the Blood Cloud, forms a massive vortex that washes over the Saint Patrol at its center.

The aura of the Saint Patrol and the divine might representing the Azure Heaven Blood combined to create a blue light spot. This light was frantically neutralizing and eroding the surrounding blood.

This is so similar to the move Yue Dewen used against him before! It's just that the corrosive effect of this blood is not as powerful as Yue Dewen's.

Saint Patrol felt a chill and quickly retreated, trying to get out of the area enveloped in blood.

But suddenly a tremendous force slammed into us from behind.

He threw a backhand punch. The immense force knocked back Zhang Rongfang was attacking from behind.

But this sudden obstruction also blocked his retreating figure once again.

The blood continued to corrode the surrounding Blue Light.

Saint Patrol repeatedly tried to break through, but Zhang Rongfang forcibly blocked him each time by speeding.

Both men Enemy Anticipation, and neither can avoid the other.

For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate amidst the ruins.

Saint Patrol was clearly at a disadvantage due to his lack of speed. Although he was strong, his speed was far inferior to Zhang Rongfang's. He was dragged along and trapped in the Blood Cloud Blood River, and his momentum was constantly being corroded and neutralized.

However, if he chooses to focus on fighting the surrounding blood, Zhang Rongfang will suddenly launch a few sneak attacks.

By using the blood cocoon to momentarily block out perception, and combining this with the blood-condensed illusory body, the senses are deceived. Then, the Blood River is driven to move along with it.

He was forcibly dragged into the Blood River Blood Cloud by Zhang Rongfang.

Finally.

A few minutes later.

A burst of Blue Light suddenly erupted.

The Saint Patrol was reborn once again.

This is the sixth time.

The Saint Patrol, which quickly reformed, stopped moving and stood still, remaining on guard while focusing all its efforts on gathering blue light points to resist the erosion of the blood.

"Since you insist on wearing me down, then I'll play along to the end! I want to see just how long your momentum can last!" The Saint Patrol's expression was more solemn than ever before.

Having reached this point, having died six times in a row, he had never been in such a predicament, not even during the last Heaven and Earth Convergence.

And now, Yue Dewen and his apprentice have actually done it! Zhang Rongfang also remained silent, using all his strength to unleash the Blood Summoning, continuously converting the surrounding heaven and earth essence into blood.

At this moment, Yue Dewen had retreated to a more distant location, standing atop the spire of a Snow Rainbow Pavilion temple, watching the two fight from afar.

Blood Cloud have replaced his mighty white clouds, engulfing the entire Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

Moreover, a huge vortex has formed, revolving around the two people at the center.

"This kid has suddenly become so strong!?" Yue Dewen suddenly felt that all his previous suffering had been for nothing.

If I had known my apprentice was so capable, why would I have risked my life so much?

Why not just lie down and enjoy life? Anyway, if anything happens, your apprentice can handle it.

Yue Dewen's feelings became increasingly complicated as he read on.

Boom!!

Earth Blood cloud vortex, another burst of Blue Light exploded.

This is the seventh time!

The Saint Patrol died again.

"It seems the outcome is already decided," Yue Dewen sighed softly.

This tactic may seem like a last resort, but sheer numbers make all the difference, and she believes that having more people means having more power.

It's quite an achievement that Zhang Rongfang to gather so much Blood River.

What Yue Dewen couldn't understand was where all this blood came from. They could all see that Zhang Rongfang had taken a shortcut.

He did not gather power alone. Instead, he created a massive amount of blood with its own power, which he then used to besiege the enemy.

The power of this blood is so pure that it is practically the best soldiers. It is also the best consumable of power.

In the blink of an eye, another Blue Light explosion occurred.

The eighth time! Only one more time left.

Within the vortex of Blood Cloud.

One after another, Zhang Rongfang's husks surrounded the Saint Patrol, flying in mid-air.

All the bodies were exactly the same, with huge bat wings, making it impossible to tell the real ones from the fakes.

Having fought to this point, both Saint Patrol and Zhang Rongfang were exhausted.

The Saint Patrol has died too many times. Although his body recovers each time, the mental and physical toll is irreversible.

Although Zhang Rongfang was not seriously injured, he hid in the Blood Cloud and launched various sneak attacks.

However, constantly activating Blood Summoning requires a great deal of mental effort.

The target of the Blood River's corruption was, after all, the holder of the Azure Heaven Blood, the strongest person on the ground of the Spirit Flight Teaching.

If Zhang Rongfang hadn't gathered a massive amount of Blood Cloud before arriving, the blood he temporarily summoned would have been far too little to keep up with the speed at which it countered the Blue Light.

At this point, nothing else matters; the real contest is the exhaustion of both sides' endurance and mental fortitude.

The sky finally turned completely dark.

A cold wind blew, swirling snowflakes across the sky, scattering them like raindrops, landing inside and outside the blood-red vortex.

Zhang Rongfang spread his wings and stood quietly on a pile of ruins, watching the Saint Patrol being worn away.

His face was already showing signs of fatigue.

Meanwhile, the blue light spots around the Saint Patrol at the core of the vortex were becoming increasingly sparse.

But he looked somberly at the Blood River Blood Cloud around him that showed no signs of diminishing.

The other person's blood seemed to condense out of thin air from the surroundings, and did not flow from his own body at all.

A battle of attrition.

He had lost completely! Soon, the last remaining protective Blue Light flickered a few times before being completely submerged by the blood.

Saint Patrol himself was covered in a massive amount of blood and gradually closed his eyes.

Boom! In an instant, countless Blue Light exploded and then coalesced into a new, complete humanoid shape.

The ninth Nirvana! This is also the last time, the ultimate limit of the Saint Patrol True Seal Technique.

"Let's end this in the end!"

Zhang Rongfang flapped his wings, and his husks, along with his main body, rose into the air.

Then it suddenly rushed toward the Saint Patrol in the center.

Blood River surged and Blood Cloud billowed.

With his three heads and six arms, the Saint Patrol unleashed his full power, shattering the body of one of Zhang Rongfang's charging figures.

But with each one he destroyed, his entire body would be covered in the viscous blood from the exploding shells.

This is the final exertion, and also the final act of perseverance.

Zhang Rongfang's true form appeared and disappeared intermittently, occasionally launching sneak attacks.

The rebirth of the Saint Patrol is extremely troublesome, and he can only rely on this attrition tactic to forcibly erase the number of times it can be reborn.

And now, it's finally all done.

As time went on.

The Saint Patrol looked increasingly exhausted, while the faces of the other Divine Shepherd and Saint Dance also showed expressions of ferocity and fear.

Let's end it.

Zhang Rongfang body soared into the air, rushing forward at full speed towards the already weakened Saint Patrol.

Super Speed Movement, Destructive Sonic Wave, Mind Control Over Living Beings, Steel Skin, Innate Giant Strength, and most importantly, Soul Plunder.

At this moment, all offensive capabilities, combined with Blood Manipulation and Blood Summoning, are fully unleashed.

His right arm was pitch black, silently passing through the Blood Cloud like a black streak of light, and he struck the back of the Saint Patrol with a palm.

As expected.

The Saint Patrol was just as exhausting.

In essence, momentum still originates from the mind and consciousness. It is a variation and derivative of the mind.

The massive clash of forces actually depletes the mental and spiritual well-being of both individuals.

In this respect, Zhang Rongfang is far inferior to the Trinity Saint Patrol. Even with the amplification of the bloodline of the Blood Clan Progenitor, there is still a huge gap between the two.

However, he made full use of the Blood Summoning ability, using a massive amount of the essence of heaven and earth to assist himself in weakening the Saint Patrol.

Even after fighting to this point, Zhang Rongfang only managed a narrow victory.

Puff!!

His arm pierced straight into the Saint Patrol's chest.

With three heads and six arms, no matter which side he attacks from, he will always be facing the chest.

"Yes. It's all time to end this." Saint Patrol looked wearily at the arm that pierced through his chest, a strange look in his eyes.

He looked down at Zhang Rongfang, as if he wanted to say something more.

Laugh!!

Suddenly, a pure white cloud transformed into a sharp thorn, piercing Zhang Rongfang's heart from behind in the blink of an eye.

The intense pain caused the Blood Flame in Zhang Rongfang's eyes to flicker rapidly.

He could feel his body and consciousness being eroded and torn apart by a force even stronger than the essence of his Progenitor Blood Essence.

But none of that matters.

More unbelievable than any of this was why!! Why would Master Yue attack him!! Zhang Rongfang turned around with difficulty, only to see Yue Dewen's calm eyes shining with a moon-white glow.

"Master??"

"You did very well." Yue Dewen said softly in a complicated tone.

"It's far better than I imagined."

With a hiss, he pulled out the sharp spike formed from white smoke from his hand and let it hang at his side.

"If Yue Dewen were still alive, perhaps everything would have been a perfect ending for you."

"But"

Bang! Just then, the Saint Patrol struck out with a palm, which slammed heavily into Zhang Rongfang's side.

He was already extremely strong, even Zhang Rongfang at this moment could not compare.

With this palm strike, he sent the opponent flying like a cannonball, traversing a distance of a thousand meters, and crashing heavily into the distant snow-capped mountains and ice.

Amidst the rumbling tremors, large clumps of snow and ice shattered, slid down, and plunged down the mountain.

The Saint Patrol burst into laughter.

"As expected, it really is you! I knew it! I knew it!! You're not Yue Dewen at all! You're the Moon God!! Moon God Half-body!! Hahahaha!!"

He was clearly very weak, but at that moment he seemed to understand everything.

"No wonder you can withstand a force far exceeding Damir's!"

"No wonder you can Worship God the Moon God and are not subject to the control of the Yujing Hanshi Celestial Lord!"

"You killed the original Grand Master of the Great Dao Sect, didn't you? Plum Substitute Peach, a substitute, and spent so many years lying low! You created a divine body, disguised yourself as a mortal, and then led the world's affairs, defying the heavens!!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!!"

"No, that's not right." 'Yue Dewen', or rather, the true Moon God Half-body, had a puzzled look on his face.

"Actually, the person I was before, that personality, was the real me. Everything about him was real."

Whether it's feelings, plans, life, joys, sorrows, or anything else, it's all real.

Only memories, only this, are what I wove and fabricated myself.

The Moon God felt somewhat wistful.

"Just now, when I killed his most valued disciple, logically everything about him should have returned to my original self. He shouldn't have any self-awareness anymore."

But a hint of resistance, a touch of unease, stirred within me.

"Interesting. This is so interesting!!" Saint Patrol laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"Perfect, you don't really think that after this final nirvana, I will completely disappear, do you?" His smile suddenly vanished.

"I naturally know the final second Final Form. But..." The Moon God Goddess raised her hand calmly.

A series of magnificent white clouds swept and surged behind him once again.

"I am Yue Dewen, but I am far more than just Yue Dewen. Do you understand?"

Suddenly his expression changed. He hurriedly stepped back.

Not only him, but the Saint Patrol also changed his expression drastically and retreated frantically.

The instant they stepped back.

A massive, blood-red axe, over twenty meters long and wide, crashed down from the sky, accompanied by Heaven Blood clouds.

Boom!!!!

The ground was split open and collapsed.

Under this massive bombardment, the ground of the entire Snow Rainbow Pavilion cracked open, creating a deep fissure hundreds of meters long.

With a crash, the crimson giant axe was slowly pulled up and raised high once more.

At this moment, the surrounding Blood Cloud were cleaved open by a massive slash, creating a passage.

The Moon God and the Saint Patrol followed the giant axe and looked towards it.

In the distance, one could see the spot where Zhang Rongfang had fallen.

A Blood Giant, over fifty meters tall, with bulging muscles and three arms.

Standing at the edge of the snow-capped peak, he pulled out his giant axe and swung it down at the two of them again.

The giant's eyes burned with Blood Flame, and a dark red horn stood upright between his brows.

His skin resembled flowing magma, emitting countless plumes of Blood Mist.

The most striking thing was his face!!

That face, though full of sharp teeth, square and ferocious, was covered with ancient and strange patterns.

But the two recognized each other at a glance.

That was Zhang Rongfang's face!