Chapter 707: Chapter 706: The Final Battle
Half a month had passed.
The clashes between the Mang Jiao Clan and the Yuanchu Sect grew increasingly intense, reaching a point of do or die, where both sides deployed their full reserves and powerhouses.
The fight had escalated to a point where it no longer mattered who was right or wrong.
No one cared about the cause of the conflict anymore.
Both sides were consumed by a frenzy of killing.
The number of Saints that perished kept rising.
Several days later, a Quasi-Emperor of the Yuanchu Sect fell.
This was the first Quasi-Emperor to fall on the battlefield.
But he would not be the last.
"Where are the Yuandao Sect and the people of the Qianlong Dynasty!"
The Origin Sect Master roared loudly.
Ever since the war began, he had been seeking aid from other forces, but these powers showed no intention of joining the battle.
Their main reason was the lack of cause to enter the fray, because if they did, it would represent the Human Faction’s involvement.
The ancient races on the other side would certainly not sit by and await their doom; they too would enter the battlefield.
Should both sides truly engage in all-out war, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, to maintain this balance, both factions tacitly refrained from entering the fray.
At first, the Origin Sect Master didn’t say much.
However, as the number of fallen powerhouses grew, he became anxious and even put the affairs concerning the Demon God Temple on the back burner.
Engulfed in deep waters and scorching flames himself, he had no time to worry about the Demon God Temple.
"Sect Master, the Mang Jiao Clan is coming with Emperor-level weapons."
Suddenly, an urgent voice sounded.
Emperor-level weapons entered the stage.
This signaled that the battle had reached its most critical juncture.
"Bring out our Emperor-level weapon!"
The Origin Sect Master said through gritted teeth.
In the sky, two Emperor-level weapons floated in the void.
One was a long spear, and the other was a saber.
Each weapon radiated a terrifying presence.
It was as if actual emperors had truly awakened.
Hovering above the spear, a colossal flood dragon illusion materialized – the consciousness of an emperor from the Mang Jiao Clan.
Above the saber, there was a middle-aged man whose eyes seemed to contain primordial universes and who emitted an aura of nobility.
The Emperor-level weapons of both parties had joined the fray at this moment.
The entire starry space was filled with the intent to kill.
One could vaguely discern the onset of a cataclysmic war capable of destroying worlds.
Just then, a massive black dragon suddenly let out a sky-shattering roar, spiraling above everyone.
This turned out to be a ninth-level Quasi-Emperor, the current Clan Leader of the Dragon Clan.
He was just a step away from becoming an Emperor.
Long Zhan!
"You should all stop, for continuing this battle will lead to mutual destruction," Long Zhan’s voice spread throughout the Star Domain, carrying an undeniable authority.
At that moment, a white-haired elder also emerged from the void.
Seeing this elder, the crowd wore a strange look.
It was the sky-reaching ancient, a creature who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
The ancient sighed softly, and looking at the grim-faced Origin Sect Master, he said, "It’s best for you to stop now, enough is enough."
"If you continue this fight, the only outcome will be mutual destruction. In the end, there will be no victors, only losers from both sides."
Their battle had been raging for some time, and in these days, the casualties had been heavy.
As many as forty or fifty Saints had died.
And a Quasi-Emperor had fallen.
This was still only a calculation of high-end combatants, no need to mention the lower level cultivators.
It could be said that the forces of both sides had been weakened by at least half.
Even if they ceased fighting now, they wouldn’t be as strong as before.
However, with the existence of imperial weapons, they remained top forces.
Originally, both the ancient races and the humans thought the fighting would stop after a while.
No one expected that the two sides would actually become enraged, engaging in a fight to the death.
If they continued to fight, one of the top human forces would disappear, and the same for the ancient races.
To prevent this scenario, the top figures from both sides began to intervene.
Long Zhan, a powerful figure at the ninth level of the Quasi-Emperor.
This was truly a presence that stood at the pinnacle of the Dao Realm, and given the Dragon Clan’s naturally strong physique, even Xiang Batian would be able to contend for a while here.
"Impossible, we’ve suffered such heavy losses, we absolutely won’t stop fighting!"
"If I stopped now, how would I answer to those disciples who have died?"
The Origin Sect Master coldly looked at everyone, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
The Mang Jiao Clan Leader likewise had a single sentence: "Today it’s absolutely impossible to cease fighting, it is either his death or my demise!"
By now, they had been blinded by hatred.
"If you don’t stop today, then don’t blame us for being impolite."
Long Zhan looked down at them, his eyes filled with anger.
According to his temperament, intimidating them should be sufficient.
The Dragon Clan was the most powerful among the ancient races, always superior to others.
Given his status, nobody had ever disrespected him.
"I share the same sentiment!"
The Heaven-reaching Elder said helplessly. If they were not willing, force would have to be applied to stop them.
If the imperial weapons truly entered the battle, the entire Dao Realm would be affected.
Therefore, everyone must stop them.
...
At this moment, within the Dark Palace, Liu Zheng placed a chess piece down and said to Chen Jin: "Now we have enough time. Strike at Mang Jiao, take a thousand from the Saint Realm and set out. With the Mang Jiao Clan’s top forces absent from their domain, nobody can stop you."
Chen Jin nodded slightly, saying with a smile, "Hall Master, a thousand from the Saint Realm are not necessary, five hundred will suffice for me."
Now, the strong fighters of the Mang Jiao Clan were all at the frontline, and there weren’t many strong ones back at home.
There might still be some of the Saint Realm, but they were pitifully few.
There was no need for a thousand; even one or two hundred would be enough.
"No worries, just consider it a chance for the brothers to get out and stretch their legs, these few days must have made them restless."
Liu Zheng said with a light smile.
"Understood!"
Following his acknowledgment, Chen Jin turned and left.
Liu Zheng then returned to his own room.
"Let’s try our luck at drawing a prize."
He had originally wanted to try his luck with a draw, but had forgotten due to the events that followed. Now was the perfect time to give it a shot.
Perhaps he could draw forth a top-tier fighter to compensate for any shortcomings.
And to prepare a backup plan.
"System, draw me a strong warrior."
As his words fell, the familiar vortex reappeared, and a shadowy figure emerged within it.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a ninth level Venerable Realm..."
Liu Zheng was stunned, then gritted his teeth and said, "Continue!"
A ninth level Venerable Realm was his worst prize in such a long time of drawing.
Liu Zheng then continued with his draws, but his luck remained unimpressive.
After eight continuous draws, the strongest was merely a high-ranked Saint Realm.
There wasn’t a single one exceeding the Saint Realm, and now only two chances remained for drawing a prize.
