Blood rained down around Lancelot, transforming into Sin-Burning Fire, like high-energy fuel, and empowering the golden spear.
On the desolate Planet Twilight, a group of the Blood Clan stared in shock at the imposing figure standing with his spear. The fading life traces of the Second Blood Ancestor sent chills down the Demigod of the demigods, including the Grand Elder Ulan Ross and the Bloody Madam.
The Third Blood Ancestor flew back from afar. He glanced at Lancelot with a grave expression and said in a deep voice, "The Holy Light has completely surrounded and sealed off the entire Planet Twilight. We have nowhere to retreat. It's either kill him or be killed by him; there is no other choice. So... fight to the death, my people!"
Upon hearing the Third Blood Ancestor's words, the Blood Clan, Demigod had been preparing to abandon their race and retreat out of fear, immediately abandoned the idea. Now that things had come to this, they understood the thoughts of the Radiance of Holy Light before them—it was a sign that he was preparing to exterminate the Blood Clan.
Without killing Lancelot, we can't even leave Planet Twilight. Besides, even if we did escape, what then?
The Crimson Alliance still has so many Demigod powerhouses; they might be waiting for them outside.
The current situation is that if they press forward and strive to defeat, or better yet capture, Lancelot to threaten the Crimson Alliance, they still have a glimmer of hope. If they retreat directly, they will truly face certain death.
It's worth noting that the Blood Clan are renowned throughout the entire Elven Plane for their wealth. While these individuals are greedy, their business acumen is truly commendable, and they have amassed a vast fortune.
Even if they evaded the Crimson Alliance's pursuit, how would they deal with the even more brutal and unreasonable space pirates outside?
To outsiders, unaware of the true situation, having a powerful individual storm Planet Twilight and annihilate their entire clan seems like a clear indication that their Blood Clan's combat strength is too weak. Who else would they bully if not them?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Without a word, the First Blood Ancestor stepped forward. As he walked, his white hair flew wildly, and his pupils gradually dilated, resembling a blooming Mandala flower. A massive amount of Blood Qi surged into his body, and every trace of the vampire Blood Clan remaining on Planet Twilight was devoured by the First Blood Ancestor.
Cause and effect, Fate, Fortune, Blood Qi, remnant soul... everything and everything.
Among the three Blood Ancestors, the Third Blood Ancestor is best at single-target attacks, the Second Blood Ancestor is best at domain-type abilities, while the First Blood Ancestor is a jack-of-all-trades, mastering various bizarre systems such as curses and Fate, making him a veritable jack-of-all-trades.
In fact, few people remember that this First Blood Ancestor was originally a being with astonishing combat power. However, faced with the insurmountable barrier of God Level, he was shackled by his talent and could no longer advance. That's why he turned to learning knowledge in various other fields.
Now, facing the threat of annihilation, this leader who single-handedly led the Blood Clan to greatness is finally ready to reclaim the Blood Clan combat techniques he once forgot, to fight one last time for his people.
Click click click~!
The Coffin of Blood Resentment deformed, writhing into a greatsword of alternating red and white. The immense pressure made the greatsword seem to collapse space the moment it appeared, unleashing the power of a top-tier Legend Demigod without any concealment.
The resentment generated by the countless deaths of the Blood Clan condensed on this "Blood Resentment Greatsword," causing its power to surge again in a short period of time, and it actually possessed the powerful characteristics of Immortal- quality Demigod.
Burn! Burn! Burn!
The First Blood Ancestor burned everything for his race; otherwise, there would have been no chance of defeating Lancelot. This monster was simply too strong, invincible.
Boom!!
Space trembled, Holy Light retreated, and the First Blood Ancestor transformed into a blood-red rainbow, suddenly attacking Lancelot's front. The Blood Resentment Greatsword in his hand left a long black streak in space as it slashed fiercely at Lancelot.
Thump!!
The Golden Light Spear and the Blood Resentment Greatsword clashed, the two Immortal- quality Demigod seemingly locked in a power struggle, neither willing to yield and both seeking to completely suppress the other.
However, faced with Lancelot's terrifying power, the First Blood Ancestor was still at a disadvantage. The Blood Resentment Greatsword was no match for the Steel Feather Cloak with its Miracle Trait. With a whoosh, the man and his sword turned into afterimages and flew backward.
While flying in mid-air, the First Blood Ancestor's body began to crack, its skin splitting open like a python shedding its skin, from which emerged a five-meter-tall blood beast with sharp teeth and a hunched body, drool dripping from its mouth, extremely brutal.
"Brother..."
The Third Blood Ancestor looked sorrowful. This was the first time he had ever seen the First Blood Ancestor in this state, and it was probably the last. If he couldn't defeat the enemy before him, everything would be over.
After the initial grief subsided, the Third Blood Ancestor, along with the Grand Elder Ulan Ross and the remaining Blood Clan Demigod, rushed towards Lancelot to join the siege.
Boom!!
The First Blood Ancestor, transformed into a blood-red beast, pounced once more, his Blood Resentment Greatsword carrying intense wind pressure, seemingly intent on completely suppressing Lancelot.
At the same time, attacks from other Blood Clan came all at once, overwhelming Lancelot.
Buzz!!
Holy Light rose, like a sun rising slowly. All the Blood Clan attacks dissipated rapidly, like mist under the blazing sun. The Sin-Burning Fire burned fiercely, their temperature exceeding that of the sun's core. Space itself crackled and shattered, transforming into dimensional Black Hole that devoured everything.
A shot was fired in a furious rage!
It wasn't a thorn, but a smash, with tremendous force!
The power of this shot spread out in a hemispherical shape as soon as it appeared. Countless golden sharp rays, like waves rolling up in a raging sea, continuously struck the Blood Clan who were closing in from all directions, creating a tremendous spectacle.
Thump!!
The Blood Resentment Greatsword and the Golden Light Spear clashed once more. Lancelot took a slight step back, while the First Blood Ancestor retreated hundreds of steps in succession. Its body also became more ferocious and enormous with each molting and fission, and its strength continued to rise.
Swish!!
Another beam of light swept across, and several weaker Demigod, including Bloody Madam Tuya Locke, froze, their bodies disintegrating, flesh and bones separating, exploding into a cloud of blood mist, a sight that was both cruel and spectacular.
Whoosh~!!
Above the broken bones and blood, the Sin-Burning Fire rose, and the indistinct faces of the creatures were dragged up into the heavens by a Holy Power, entering the sacred music that floated above Lancelot's head.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The crisp clang of metal striking metal, like thunderclaps exploding in the sky, was as the Third Blood Ancestor unleashed a frenzied attack, countless crimson blades enveloping Lancelot and leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.
But what drove the Third Blood Ancestor to despair was that this seemingly indestructible monster vanished in the blink of an eye, as if time had reversed—it was utterly unreasonable.
His attempts to inflict damage were essentially like scraping, causing only minor, painless scratches and making the other person wince, but doing virtually nothing.
"Bloodline, One Body!"
With a sigh, the Third Blood Ancestor also sacrificed his life, pointing his Blood Blade at Lancelot, which shattered with a crash.
Along with it, their bodies and souls shattered.
A sinister smile appeared on the Third Blood Ancestor's face. "Die with me!"
The so-called Blood Life Embrace is the ultimate killing move of the Third Blood Ancestor. It binds the soul aura of two people and synchronizes them, thus making their causal Fortune temporarily equal, and then inflicting fatal damage together. In short, it is to exchange one's own life for the life of the enemy.
This move was never used by the Third Blood Ancestor since his creation, because using it would mean entering the Hall of Death.
An unprecedented sense of weakness surged from the Third Blood Ancestor's body. His soul began to collapse, and his body uncontrollably turned into blood mist. Only a pair of eyes filled with killing intent remained, fixedly staring at Lancelot.
When he saw Lancelot's body collapse and dissipate into Holy Light just like his own, a relieved smile appeared in the Third Blood Ancestor's eyes. Very well, you monster, you are not invincible after all.
However, the next moment, as the hidden backup energy in the Steel Feather Cloak was activated, Lancelot stood up once again with the help of the Undying Holy Spirit's Innovation Skill, his aura becoming even more vigorous.
The remaining will of the Third Blood Ancestor, which had not yet completely dissipated, noticed this scene and immediately widened its pupils, facing death with extreme unwillingness and disbelief.
"Hmph~ Not bad. I never expected that the one who would ultimately cause me the most damage would be you..." Lancelot glanced at the Third Blood Ancestor, who had already turned to Ashes, and muttered to himself.
Without the Steel Feather Cloak, even if he survived the fatal blow from the Third Blood Ancestor, he would have been severely injured, and the destruction of the Blood Clan would have been impossible. Naturally, he would have to put that aside for the time being, since his own life was the most important thing.
But now, feeling the terrifying power surging within him, Lancelot turned his gaze to the two remaining Blood Clan on Planet Twilight.
First Blood Ancestor and Grand Elder Ulan Ross.
Buzz!!
Space trembled, Lancelot teleported a short distance to the side of the Grand Elder, Ulan Ross. His right fist unleashed layers of ripples, and terrifying energy, like the splitting of the sun, gathered and was suddenly released.
"Holy Light Black Hole!"
Thump!!
Thunderclap rumbled, and Holy Light shone brightly.
A blinding golden light flashed briefly, only to be swallowed up by a suddenly appearing Black Hole.
The intense tearing force shattered Ulan Ross's body, allowing only his soul to escape.
Bone fragments flew everywhere. After Lancelot punched out a Black Hole, he kicked out with his other foot, sending golden light splashing out in a fan shape at incredible speed, even capable of striking across space.
Ulan Ross's fleeing soul was riddled with countless golden rays on the way, and then overwhelmed by the surging tide of Holy Spirit, becoming part of the Holy Spirit Pure Land.
His gaze shifted to the crimson beast, which had swelled to a size of ten thousand meters, almost obscuring all the Radiance. After devouring the resentment generated by the fall of the Blood Clan Demigod, the power of the First Blood Ancestor had expanded even further, and had even posed a deadly threat to Lancelot.
Around the First Blood Ancestor, space cracked uncontrollably, and volcanoes rose up from the ground beneath his feet, spewing out countless magma. The earth collapsed layer by layer, and billowing smoke and dust filled the entire atmosphere.
From outer space, the entire Planet Twilight, under the oppressive pressure of the opposing human and beast, resembled an orange being violently squeezed, with orange-red juice bursting out from everywhere.
"Roar~!!"
The blood beast roared, the earth cracked, and countless stones and rocks rushed towards Lancelot like a dense array of missiles.
Thump!!
Ignoring the aftershocks, Lancelot, relying on his robust physique, charged forward, crushing everything in his path and colliding head-on with the blood beast.
Thump!!
The spear and the greatsword clashed, and the shockwaves rolled out like sharp blades, slicing off layers of the surface from Planet Twilight.
Through repeated accumulations of power, the First Blood Ancestor, after his transformation, finally possessed the strength to confront Lancelot head-on. The two clashed fiercely, unleashing a dazzling array of abilities that surged and crisscrossed the surface of Planet Twilight. Wherever they passed, mountains crumbled, rivers dried up, oceans surged with towering waves, and countless spatial rifts appeared as if they were given free rein...
Blood is burning!
Lancelot's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Ever since the emergence of the Undying Holy Spirit's Innovation Skill, he had become even more belligerent, because ordinary attacks simply couldn't harm him; they were boring.
Throughout the entire Elven Plane, there are fewer and fewer Demigod who can ignite his passion, and the First Blood Ancestor, who has already lost his mind, is clearly one of them.
' Holy Light - Transcending Boundaries!'
The Holy Light spear, radiating a chilling sharpness, pierced through fiercely, leaving a large hole in the head of the blood-red beast.
But as the flesh and blood moved, the large hole disappeared and healed rapidly.
At the same time, the blood beast's claws, which were wrapped around the Blood Resentment Greatsword, pierced Lancelot's chest. The blood-red light, like exploding steel blades, pierced back and forth inside Lancelot's body, causing him horrific damage.
Pfft!
Boom!
The man and the beast clashed and attacked each other, the scene was extremely bloody.
The battle raged from the sky to the ground.
Seizing the opportunity, Lancelot yanked the crimson beast down, and once it stood firmly on the ground, he suddenly drew upon half the energy of Planet Twilight, condensing it into a burst of golden light at the tip of his fist.
' Star-Shattering Fist!'
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Four consecutive Star-Shattering Fists gave the crimson beast no chance to breathe. Endless golden light spread wildly with the roar of the fists. At the same time, the creatures in the Holy Spirit Pure Land rushed forward, surrounding the crimson beast and attacking it frantically. The attacks, imbued with Purification power, caused black smoke to rise from the beast's body.
Moreover, the powerful recoil generated by the Star-Shattering Fist attack, after being channeled underground by Lancelot, further damaged the already overburdened Planet Twilight. The main continent's structure shattered into countless small islands, and the elemental concentration dropped drastically. Planet Twilight, a mid-magic planet, even showed signs of being downgraded to a low-magic planet.
Even Planet Twilight, who was already suffering from the aftershocks of Lancelot's attack, was in such a state. The First Blood Ancestor, who was directly attacked by the Star-Shattering Fist, finally reached his critical point. A little bit of rationality returned to his shattered pupils. This was a last gasp of life.
"Blindly trusting Fate ultimately led to its deserved backlash. True power and true communities always take their Fate into their own hands. But I realized this too late... far too late..."
The sigh vanished with the wind, and the golden spear swept across, turning all the remaining matter of the First Blood Ancestor into Sin-Burning Fire that slowly floated upwards.
Lancelot stood tall in this world of gold and blood, his head slightly raised, like a god who ruled the world.
The atmosphere inside the Crimson Alliance Brads Council Chamber became tense for a moment.
Gazing at the nearly shattered Planet Twilight and the majestic figure surrounded by countless Holy Spirit, all the Demigod of the Alliance had the same thought flash through their minds—a new era has arrived!
Maxwell slowly rose from his chair, looked around at everyone, and said, "Everyone, we should go clean up the scene!"