The Fourth Party
"My divine magic cannot be completely useless!"
In this kind of spiritual confrontation, being able to use a skill is undoubtedly extremely gratifying, while having one's most prized skill completely countered or rendered useless brings an intense sense of frustration.
The god Tu'er wielded a giant axe, slicing it across his own body, using the axe blade to continuously Jieyin his own blood.
Endless blood clung to the axe, and in the darkness, his body shrank continuously, while the giant axe grew ever larger.
Divine Spell: Rupture
When this ability was used once more, red ripples spread through the darkness, like waves sweeping across the land, and the sharpness of the giant axe stacked up layer upon layer, propelling it forward.
"Stop the fighting!"
"Stop the fighting!"
"Stop the fighting!"
The mechanical chanting also corresponds to the annihilation of these red ripples.
"Quack quack quack!"
The black-feathered duck let out a sigh of relief and squawked loudly, clearly satisfied with the current outcome.
The Emperor was able to suppress the extraterrestrial demons, and the derivative techniques derived from the Emperor's methods also suppressed the God of Tu'er, leaving the latter questioning his existence.
I don't believe it!
The fact that his previously dominant opponent had developed an absolute defensive capability in such a short time was hard for Turshen to believe.
He didn't believe there was a perfect shield in the world; if he couldn't break through the opponent's defenses, it was only because his magic power was insufficient.
"In my name, I call forth the blood of my people!"
He gazed at the black-feathered ducks and the ancient trees, and began to mutter a chant.
The opponent before him is more than capable of defending the city, but clearly lacks the ability to launch attacks. This gives him enough time to slowly accumulate strength, and he may even have the possibility of an easy retreat.
God Tu'er was angry, but he did not appear flustered.
He chanted softly, and countless spots of light appeared on his body, almost making him transparent.
The dark, gloomy surroundings began to turn crimson. The giant axe he held didn't draw blood from himself; instead, a drop of blood automatically welled up, then a second, a third...
As countless drops of blood appeared on the giant axe, its size continued to increase, even approaching the state it had been in during Tu'er's previous desperate struggle.
However, compared to the previous shrinking of his body due to absorbing his own blood, the god Tu'er is now unchanged.
He gazed at the black-feathered ducks and the ancient trees, constantly trying to discern where the divine essence he needed might be hidden.
"Godhead!"
He had only intended to kill the heretic, but he never expected that this heretic would be so powerful.
That was something they had been searching for but could not obtain.
Only by possessing divinity can one ascend to the throne of divinity, and only by becoming a true god can one transcend the human race and be free from the troubles of religious beliefs and the power or weakness of the human race.
Rather than hanging himself on the back of his tribe, the god Tu'er clearly preferred to control his own destiny.
He had searched for so long before finally seeing the heavy object so close at hand; he could have obtained it easily if he simply broke the opponent's divine magic.
Even if his divine status was incomplete and imperfect, he accepted it, and any price he paid for it would be worthwhile.
Amidst his hoarse roars, the giant axe he raised was wreathed in Blood Qi, with blood dripping down from time to time.
"Stop the fighting!"
"Stop the fighting!"
The mechanical, repetitive sounds were accompanied by the frantic squawking of black-feathered ducks.
Originating from the mallard's demonic intent, the black-feathered duck clearly also sensed and warned of something similar.
Can you speak human language?
Can we communicate telepathically?
"Can't you find someone else to cause trouble?"
Can we make peace?
What do you mean by casually stripping me of the abilities I've worked so hard to cultivate?
Am I just a vessel for you to hide in, so you can easily replace me when you want to exploit me?
The Venerable One was able to suppress the extraterrestrial demons because they were different individuals, while when Zhang Xuezhou fought the extraterrestrial demons, they had already merged into his body.
This is not only a struggle against oneself, but also a struggle against an opponent who can use abilities stronger than oneself.
Despite Zhang Xuezhou's continuous efforts in cultivation, even after reaching the Sole Self Realm and True Self Realm, he still found it difficult to escape this entanglement.
If all efforts are in vain, if all achievements are merely a stepping stone for others, Zhang Xuezhou really has no desire to Struggle. He wouldn't even try to survive; instead, he would take a detached view of life and death.
Generally speaking, one should eat and drink as one pleases, and all constraints imposed by ethics and morality in life will become meaningless. One should do whatever one wants, and not care even if others despise one.
Zhang Xuezhou felt he would completely fall into depravity, and even death would not bring him any pain.
He shook the leaves of the ancient tree, making a series of angry crackling sounds, and then a black duck quacked loudly.
In this spiritual world, the three groups of people clearly have three different thoughts.
Tuer wanted to take what he had, Zhang Xuezhou saw no hope in life, and the black-feathered duck made all sorts of strange quacking noises.
And then, the extremely mechanical chanting of "stop the war" continued incessantly.
"Beat!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Occasionally, Ren Yisheng's voice would also travel through the darkness.
But neither side cares.
Time is not a constant in a spiritual confrontation. What is a moment here corresponds to only one or two seconds in the outside world. In some cases, however, decades may have passed in the world in the short span of a spiritual confrontation.
No one can influence their conflict.
It wasn't until the sounds of dragons soaring and elephants roaring echoed from the dark sky, and a herd of giant elephants galloped across the heavens, that Tu'er's expression changed. Then, the black-feathered ducks quacked in confusion, and Zhang Xuezhou stopped questioning them, lost in thought.
"Hey!"
Ren Anran spoke haltingly.
Lacking both time and ability to resolve the situation, Ren Yisheng's advice shifted to a comprehensive approach, suggesting an attempt regardless of the consequences.
Inside the shrine, Turkelando, who had barely recovered, was plunged into pain. Turkelando was not spared either, and the bodies of the eight elders who were in a coma were unnaturally twisted and trembling.
Outside the shrine, several exclamations rang out, followed by the dull thuds of things hitting the ground.
Then, the sounds of exclamations faded into the distance.
Ren Yisheng found this situation difficult to understand, but Zhang Xuezhou had stood in the hands of the statue for too long, and Zhang Xuezhou appearance was too terrifying.
He looked at the bloody hole on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and the bloody tears still dripping down, and no longer cared about making an accurate judgment.
"Release the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique towards the Xuezhou, quick, quick, quick!"
He urged Ren Anran, whose body had barely recovered some of its strength, to hurry up again.
For Ren Anran to jump onto the statue to take away the soul jades or break the stone axe would obviously be extremely difficult.
However, if all that's needed is for Ren Anran to unleash the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique on Zhang Xuezhou, that's something Ren Anran can definitely do.
As long as Ren Anran doesn't procrastinate, doesn't ask why she's targeting Zhang Xuezhou, and acts quickly and without the slightest hesitation, Ren Anran can accomplish it in a short time.
Amidst the urgent cries, Ren Yisheng felt as if his body had been struck by a heavy blow.
The sound of giant elephants trampling past his ears echoed as his body, which had previously absorbed Spiritual Qi, collapsed once more. Before he could utter another word, he had already turned into white smoke and retracted back into the Soul Jade.
The soul jade hovered in the air for half a second before falling into the palm of the statue.