As soon as he finished speaking, an irresistible force swept over the Demon Saint's entire body.
In an instant, Wu Jishan's expression changed.
He felt that undeniable power and was terrified, but he was powerless to resist it. Even his Spiritual Power, which he wanted to use to self-destruct, was slowly but irresistibly suppressed.
His body, like a deflated balloon, was completely devoid of any threat and plummeted heavily from the sky.
However, the expected pain did not come. Gentle Spiritual Power supported his body. The Demon Saint looked over in astonishment and only saw the white-robed youth's calm face.
Who is this...?
The Demon Saint could sense that the other party did not possess the aura of Demon Race, meaning that this person was a Human Race.
Moreover, this Human Race stronger than him.
He was momentarily confused.
While pondering this, he wondered if this was one of Old Xiangliu's backup plans.
After all, the other party prevented him from self-destructing.
On one hand, she was filled with doubt and suspicion; if the other party was an enemy, why would they save her?
This clearly doesn't make sense.
But while the Demon Saint was confused, the Xiangliu Clan and the other two clans would not remain in a state of vain waiting.
Realizing that the Demon Saint's self-destruction had been stopped, the Xiangliu Clan had no intention of investigating the reason. He took a deep look at the white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared, unsure whether the other party was friend or foe, but that didn't matter.
The important thing is...
"Your clan's Demon Saint has lost his fighting strength. Today, the Chongming Bird Clan will undoubtedly be annihilated!"
"Kill!"
If not now, when?
Xiangliu Clan decisively seized this opportunity.
The enormous Xiangliu body appeared in an instant, massive and gloomy, as if it could cover the entire sky. The shadow enveloped everyone in an instant, and a chilling coldness permeated the air.
Xiangliu, Bai Ze, Ancient Tuo.
The true forms of the Holy Spirit were revealed one by one, and countless Holy Spirit surged with great power, rushing down towards them!
Of course, they didn't let the speeding airship escape either.
The Chongming Bird Clan within the Saint City felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, as an atmosphere of despair spread.
Seven Sacred Saint Realm...
They only had two statues.
Today, I fear I have no choice but to die.
Even the young master and the others have returned.
The Chongming Bird Clan, is it truly destined for annihilation today...?
Most of the Holy Spirit who charged at the forefront were Ancient Tuo.
The Ancient Tuo may appear bulky, but it is actually extremely agile; with a single stride of its powerful limbs, it can travel over a hundred meters.
Several Half-Saint Ancient Tuo had wild joy in their eyes.
The credit for the initial attack went to them...
whoosh--
A moment of golden light.
Crimson blood suddenly burst open.
At this moment, time and space seemed to stand still for a fleeting instant.
But the golden light encountered no resistance.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Arrow after arrow.
A rain of golden arrows shot down from the horizon, like golden crows, heading straight for the Ancient Tuo charging at the forefront.
Arrows pierced heads mercilessly, pinning seven or eight Thearch Realm Ancient Tuo and two Half-Saint Ancient Tuo to their spots.
Blood gushed out, the bursting blood spray covering the pure white fur of the Bai Ze behind them.
The entire room fell silent.
Almost instinctively, everyone looked in the direction from which the arrow had been shot.
There stood the mixed-race young master with black hair and black eyes, whom they disliked and rejected. Holding a golden bow, he stood atop the flying boat with a cold expression. His fingertips were slightly bent, resting on the bowstring, and golden Spiritual Power condensed into a terrifying rain of arrows, which fell once again.
He raised his hand and drew the bow, and nine golden feathers appeared.
The golden arrow fletching, imbued with the power of the blazing sun, swayed slightly at the bowstring, exuding formidable power.
Wu Liang gathered Spiritual Power in his hands, his gaze turning icy cold.
A storm was brewing in his eyes.
He truly felt no sense of belonging to the Chongming Bird Clan.
But no matter what, the Chongming Bird Clan was his own clan, and it was the foundation upon which he would establish himself in the Eastern Continent.
But now, the Saint City has been breached, its people slaughtered, and ruins are everywhere.
How could he possibly tolerate this?
Nine golden feathers gathered their power and coalesced, Wu Liang released his grip, sending out nine arrows once more.
This time, the opposing Holy Spirit of the three races were already on guard, instinctively deflecting the arrows that were hurtling towards them.
One of them even sneered angrily, "Ignorant brat! The first time was a sneak attack by you. To be able to kill Half-Saint with your mere Thearch Realm power is already your luck. You want to do it a second time? You're utterly clueless..."
puff--
An extremely faint sound interrupted him from saying anything more.
The arrow he had deflected seemed to possess sentience, solidifying once more and piercing his vital chest, leaving a corroded hole that continued to expand, eroding his life force.
He couldn't even finish his last words before he plummeted downwards, becoming nourishment for the Saint City.
Ancient Emperor has fallen once more.
Wu Liang watched coldly and sneered, "Fool."
Do you really think Sun-Setting Bow is just an empty name?
The Sun-Setting Bow was forged by condensing the Essence Blood of each clan leader. Through continuous forging and nurturing, and the accumulation of countless rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it has come to its present form.
Even, life has already existed!
Even with his Thearch Realm strength, he can only unleash half of its power so far.
That is, three times.
Twenty-Seven arrows.
But that was enough for him to kill Twenty-Seven Thearch Grade Holy Spirit.
Even Half-Saint could be killed!
He raised his hand, and the Sun-Setting Bow burst forth with a dazzling light in his hand, like a golden ball.
A cold, yet fierce voice echoed throughout the entire Saint City.
" Chongming Bird Clan, heed my command! I am the holy son acknowledged by Sun-Setting Bow, the future Demon Saint. Today, I command you all to follow me..."
"Slay the enemy!"
The words "slay the enemy" spread and expanded as word of it grew.
The people of the Saint City, bewildered and astonished, looked up at the bow and arrow held by Wu Liang. Someone was whispering in a somewhat dreamlike tone.
" Sun-Setting Bow..."
"Yes, the Sun-Setting Bow..."
His words stirred up a huge controversy.
The Sun-Setting Bow is not only the signature weapon of the Chongming Bird Clan Chongming Bird, but also their faith.
It is where their lost heritage lies!
This is why, when the Demon Saint saw the Sun-Setting Bow, he hardened his heart and immediately self-destructed, just to find a way out for Wu Liang and the others.
As long as the Sun-Setting Bow exists, and even one member of the Chongming Bird Clan survives, their lineage will never be broken!
At this moment, thanks to the existence of the Sun-Setting Bow, the Chongming Bird in the Saint City seemed to suddenly see hope, and their fierceness and courage to fight to the death reappeared on their faces.
kill!
kill!
Even if it means death, we will fight our way out!
As morale soared, Wu Liang drew his bow once more, unleashing his last chance to shoot.
Nine arrows, once again taking the lives of nine enemy Holy Spirit.
He watched coldly, then jumped off the bow of the boat without hesitation, charging into the enemy Holy Spirit below and carving a bloody path through them.
On the horizon, Xiangliu Clan's expression grew increasingly grim.
From the moment Wu Liang launched his attack until now, not even three breaths have passed, yet the momentum of the Chongming Bird Clan has been instantly reversed.
This completely extinguished his playful desire to toy with these trapped beasts.
Xiangliu Clan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent as he stared at the bastard Holy Spirit.
His face suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand to slap away the Chongming Bird Saint Realm that was rushing towards him, letting out a furious roar.
"Enough!"
"This childish game of pretend has come to an end!"