At this final juncture, Qingchao Zong had no intention whatsoever of driving back the enemy. He was single-mindedly determined to kill the Spirit God.
The two powerful figures of the Hills were on the verge of perishing together.
In his haste, Kong Yuanzun lunged forward, barely knocking aside Qingchao Zong's strike. He hooked the Spirit God with the claw-limbs on his lower abdomen and rapidly retreated. But the price was that a section of his last remaining main claw-limb snapped off and flew away.
With immortal power severely disrupting spells, close-quarters combat was the mainstream among Hills cultivators. And they did not mine, relying entirely on their natural weapons and a small number of flesh-crafted and bone-crafted magical artifacts. Kong Yuanzun had lost more than half his combat strength at this moment and could no longer influence the battle.
But he did not regret it. Although the Spirit God's act of sacrificing Fangye Zhao to injure Qingchao Zong was deeply despised by the insect, it had ultimately been for the grand plan of tattooing, for the Hills. Moreover, Fangye Zhao himself had used a mutually destructive technique that wounded both sides, so he likely would not have minded the Spirit God's actions. [There had simply been too little time, so Kong Yuanzun had not yet had the chance to consider Fangye Zhao's many abnormalities. Naturally, he did not know that the Spirit God had tampered with him.]
He rebuked him, "Cherish your life! Qingchao Zong is not so easily killed, you must..."
Before Kong Yuanzun could finish speaking, the Spirit God flicked his arm. Kong Yuanzun's entire body was split in two, and the soul of this half-step Mahayana powerhouse was casually destroyed by the Spirit God, with no chance whatsoever to escape alive.
A look of shock still remained