The battle between the Wind Demons and the teachers and students would most likely draw to a conclusion soon.
However, it was very difficult for the teachers and students to be elated as they knew that the battle that would determine the fate of the Celestial Court was not here. Instead, it was the battle between the five emperors and the Heavenly Wind God.
It could be said that Sword Immortal Ming Yuan was An Lin's teacher who understood An Lin the best. His eyes looked toward where An Lin was, and a peculiar light flickered incessantly in his eyes. Like clouds and mist, his eyes quickly became clear and translucent again.
"Your fate is the most peculiar. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be able to predict your fate. However, this time, no matter how I try to predict your fate, your fate will still be death …"
A grief-stricken expression appeared on Sword Immortal Ming Yuan's face, and he shook his head after a short pause. "But that's not necessarily the case. This is only the future that I have predicted. No one can predict everything in this world, but I still feel like there is hope."
At this moment, on the battlefield between the five emperors.
The Heavenly Wind God once again knocked the five emperors into the ground with its invincible might.
"What a stubborn foe. As expected, a divine dao that has been developed to the extreme is very difficult to kill." The Heavenly Wind God made its way toward the Celestial Thearch, who was covered in blood.
There were already a few ghastly wounds on the Celestial Thearch's body, and the Metal Essence Battle Wind was wreaking havoc through the wounds, which were still relentlessly destroying his body.
He half-knelt to the ground and panted heavily. Even though his entire body was trembling, and his consciousness was extremely depleted, and his aura was extremely feeble, he still hadn't fallen.
The Celestial Thearch couldn't fall yet. If he did, the Celestial Court would truly be finished!
He raised his head to look at the god walking toward him, and a smile appeared on his face. "Heh … There's still a gap between you and the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Dao wanted to destroy me, it wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. I'm sure you're still being unconsciously suppressed by the Heavenly Dao here, right?"
"So what? I can kill you with ease." The Heavenly Wind God remained expressionless as the streams of wind in his hand materialized into a golden wind saber, and he was about to end the Celestial Thearch's life with a single slash.
Outside the enchantment barrier.
All of the immortals had their hearts in their throats.
The Seven Celestial Maidens attacked the barrier with all their might, loudly chanting the Celestial Emperor's name.
Not only did the Celestial Thearch represent the highest combat power of the Celestial Court, but he was also the spiritual pillar and true leader of the Celestial Court. If the Celestial Thearch fell, would the Celestial Court still be the Celestial Court of the past?
Yang Jian held the Divine Trident in his hand. His three eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, but he was at his wit's end. "Is the Celestial Court really going to perish here?"
Chang'E sighed faintly. She inadvertently looked somewhere inside the enchantment, and her beautiful eyes moved slightly.
"Die." The Heavenly Wind God's saber fell.
The Celestial Emperor was barely holding on, but he was unable to dodge this lightning-fast saber technique.
A gust of wind blew, and a black shadow descended from the sky, slashing at the edge of the golden saber.
Bang!
The sound of metal colliding could be heard.
Divine light burst forth, and the golden saber's trajectory was deflected before it landed beside the Celestial Thearch.
The ground that had been reinforced by the Dao Integration Stage protective formation was instantly torn into a massive trench several dozen kilometers in length!
An Lin landed on the ground and picked up the Celestial Thearch before retreating for over a kilometer.
The Heavenly Wind God was slightly taken aback by this sudden turn of events.
All of the immortals outside the enchantment barrier stared blankly at the scenes unfolding before their eyes.
"Isn't … isn't that An Lin?"
"It's An Lin! It really is An Lin! An Lin ran away with the Celestial Thearch! "
"He's that small War God of the Celestial Court?"
Some of the immortals looked at the white-robed figure with an indescribable glimmer of hope in their hearts.
However, most of them were filled with pessimism.
The Heavenly Wind God was so fearsome that even the true War God of the Celestial Court, Yang Jian, would be no match for him, let alone the small War God of the Celestial Court.
"Why are you still standing up at a time like this? Do you have to be so stupid?" Lin Junjun pursed her lips as she stared at the retreating man with tears welling up in her eyes. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.
"Sister, shouldn't we be cheering for An Lin at a time like this?" Celestial Maiden Tian Shou suddenly chimed in.
"That's right! An Lin is such a good cook, so he must be very good at fighting as well. Don't give up, we have to cheer for him!" Celestial Maiden Tian Xian chimed in.
Lin Junjun only came to her senses now.
Right now, they couldn't do anything other than cheer for the team.
"Are we going to be An Lin's cheerleaders?" Lin Junjun couldn't help but burst into laughter with this in mind.
She was extremely elated to see a glimmer of light in a future filled with darkness.
Thus, the cheers of the seven Celestial Maidens erupted from outside the enchantment barrier. Their cheers were a stark contrast to the current situation in the Celestial Court.
An Lin looked up at the seven Celestial Maidens outside the enchantment barrier with a knowing smile on his face.
"Why are you standing up? Are you insane?"
The Celestial Thearch beside An Lin forced himself to take a deep breath before reprimanding him.
He was aware of how powerful An Lin was. Even though he was very powerful, he was still far inferior to the five emperors and on a completely different level compared to the Heavenly Wind God. What was the difference between him standing up and committing suicide?
"If I didn't stand up, you would already be dead," An Lin said.
The Celestial Thearch: "…"
"Don't worry, leave the rest to me." An Lin placed the Celestial Thearch down beside the rock before unleashing a simple defensive spell technique before turning to face the Heavenly Wind God.
The Heavenly Wind God was in a very strange state. It wasn't in a hurry to attack. Instead, it looked at the golden wind saber in its hand and cocked its head to the side with a hint of confusion on its face.
The tense atmosphere suddenly took a strange turn.
"What is the Heavenly Wind God doing?"
"It seems … it seems to be wary of An Lin?"
All of the celestial immortals suddenly had a bold thought.
"That's impossible! An Lin is only at the Soul Formation Stage, and his combat prowess is only at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage at most. How could the Heavenly Wind God be wary of him …"
Just as all of the celestial immortals were feeling extremely perplexed.
An Lin finally sprang into action.
That's right, An Lin had chosen to strike first!
In a battle of this caliber, seizing the initiative before the enemy was ready was the most important thing to do.
Origin Energy of the Netherworld!
Wings of Wind!
Wind Sword!
An Lin's speed was elevated to its maximum, and he appeared before the Heavenly Wind God in the blink of an eye before slashing his Evil-Slaying Sword through the air in a lethal, inky-black trajectory.
The Heavenly Wind God could tell that An Lin was moving very quickly, but it was very slow in its eyes.
It raised its saber to block the trajectory of the Evil-Slaying Sword.
However, the Evil-Slaying Sword suddenly changed its trajectory in mid-air and slashed toward its saber-wielding arm!
"Interesting. Are you going to slice off my arm? I have a wind barrier anyway, so you can slice off my arm one more time …"
The Heavenly Wind God focused its gaze and ignored An Lin's sword strike. Instead, the golden wind saber in its hand slashed toward An Lin's head.
Many of the celestial immortals couldn't bear to watch this any longer.
Lin Junjun and the others were so nervous that they bit down on their lips, but they were completely unaware of this.
Whoosh!
Right before the dumbstruck eyes of countless celestial immortals.
An arm holding a golden saber was swung into the sky.
Flesh and blood were separated, and white blood splattered through the air.
This scene seemed to have been frozen in time.
Within the image, the white-robed man was still in the same posture, but the Heavenly Wind God's arm had already been sliced off!
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