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Starfall Wasteland.

The sea of blood dispersed, and the starlight dimmed.

Seven Star Patriarch's corpse lay sprawled across the fragments of a shattered star, his eyes wide open, unwilling to rest even in death.

His Primordial Spirit had already been devoured by the Chaos Heavenly Capital Seal, utterly annihilated in body and soul.

Heavenly Cripple Patriarch was drenched in blood, leaning against a broken star fragment, his aura feeble.

Though he had stopped resisting, his body was still covered in wounds. The Heavenly Cripple Pearl was riddled with cracks, on the verge of shattering.

Blood Demon Immortal Venerable was in even worse shape.

He had been severely wounded by Li Qingshan's Heavenly Dragon Dharma Body, and more than half of his Blood Sea essence had been devoured by the Chaos Heavenly Capital Seal. His cultivation had fallen by at least thirty percent.

At this moment, he lay in a pool of blood, trembling all over, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.

"How... how is this possible..."

Blood Demon Immortal Venerable muttered hoarsely.

He had lived for eight thousand years, survived five Loose Immortal Tribulations, roamed the Starry Sky, and built a fearsome reputation.

No fewer than ten Loose Immortals had died by his hand, while Tribulation Transcendence cultivators were too numerous to count.

Yet he had never seen such a monster.

At the Great Perfection of Tribulation Transcendence, yet possessing a True Immortal-level body!

Destroying a ninth-rank immortal formation with a single blow!

Transforming into a heavenly dragon and suppressing all things!

Was this fucking human?!

Though Heavenly Cripple Patriarch said nothing, stormy waves churned within his heart as well.

He had cultivated closed-eye meditation and closed-mouth meditation for thousands of years, priding himself on having a heart like a dried-up well, an ancient well without a ripple.

But