In the surging blood sea, numberless half-dragon warriors trod on the blood-red waves, wielding their weapons and roaring towards the sky.
These undying puppets were made by Netherworld Priest with the blood of the dragon-kind and the bodies of human Senior Magi. They were all tall and sturdy, with twisted faces, releasing a strong power vibration. Along with their roars, the rolling blood-red clouds in the sky were ceaselessly absorbed by their bodies, and the powers of these half-dragon warriors had been improving ceaselessly.
Below the blood-red waves, numberless blood-pool ghosts had been greedily devouring the sticky blood like fishes.
Every day, countless non-humankind warriors would come to die, and every day, the blood of countless non-humankind warriors would merge with the blood sea.
Every drop of spirit blood of these non-humankind warriors from another world had a slight trace of the great Dao of Dao from another world. After absorbing the spirit blood, the blood-pool ghosts moved more and more swiftly, and the sense of power released from them became more and more mysterious. They moved faster and faster.
Before the war, the flying speed of these blood-pool ghosts was one, but after fighting for nearly two months and devouring the spirit blood of countless non-humankind warriors, the speed of these blood-pool ghosts had already reached ten!
Based on this, one could easily tell how terrifying Netherworld Priest was. His army was fearless, and the longer they fought, the stronger they became.
Above the blood sea, in the dense blood-red clouds condensed from the blood power of countless creatures, Shixin and his brothers and Ao Bai and his brothers had been madly fighting against each other. Eighteen dragons with different shapes and sizes had been rolling and roaring in the blood-red clouds, scratching and tearing each other with their sharp teeth and claws. Occasionally, thunderbolts would descend from the sky like raindrops, and from time to time, they would spit out all kinds of treasures to attack each other, quaking the world.
Ao Bai and his brothers were clearly weaker than Shixin and his brothers, but with the support of the heaven and earth great formation, Ao Bai and his brothers' defensive power and absolute strength were improved, and they were now as strong as Shixin and his brothers.
More importantly, the dragon-kind was rich. Ao Bai and his brothers were equipped with all the top-grade treasures they found in Pan Gu world. Shixin and his brothers had convinced most of the dragons to follow them, and they had also successfully taken over the entire treasure vault of the dragon-kind. But, in terms of treasures, their treasures were much weaker than those of Ao Bai and his brothers.
All kinds of spirit treasures rained down from the sky. The eighteen dragons tangled into a ball, roaring and cursing. Countless broken dragon scales, broken dragon horns, boiling hot dragon blood, and even pieces of dragon flesh fell from the sky like raindrops. The countless half-dragon asuras above the blood sea seemed to have gone mad as they chased after the tiniest drop of dragon blood and piece of dragon meat falling from the sky.
Some lucky ones managed to grab a large piece of dragon meat. They quickly devoured all the blood and flesh that fell off from the bodies of these dragon sons. The power vibrations released from their bodies grew stronger and stronger, even seeming to break into the level of Divine Magi and reach the level of Supreme Magi.
All of a sudden, a furious roar rang out as a water-tank-sized spirit pearl shot out of Lao Ai's hand and struck right on Shisui's forehead. The tens of sharp horns on Shisui's head were smashed, and even his skull was dented. Vomiting blood, he fell from the sky in a terrible way.
Along with a loud clattering noise, the marrow fell into the blood sea and raised thousands of meters high waves.
Countless half-dragon asuras fearlessly rushed up. They roared hoarsely and crazily crawled on Shisui's body, who was covered in lightning bolts and couldn't move at the moment. Then, they drilled into his body through different sized wounds.
They tore and clawed with all kinds of weapons, like butchers chopping ribs. These half-dragon asuras crazily fought over Shisui's flesh and blood. Shisui, who was hundreds of miles long, raised his head and howled in pain. Sticky blood flowed out of his body ceaselessly.
Countless blood-pool ghosts gathered over as well. They transformed into a dark cloud and gathered around Shisui. Not a single drop of blood was wasted, as it was devoured by these blood-pool ghosts. That was true dragon blood, the purest, noblest true dragon blood that came from the son of the dragon ancestor.
The blood-pool ghosts transformed their bodies into long needles and pierced deeply into Shisui's wounds, crazily sucking his blood like countless greedy leeches. Tens of millions of long black needles pierced into Shisui's body. Every second, Shisui would lose a terrifying amount of blood.
Shisui screamed hoarsely in pain, but the spirit pearl that Lao Ai used to attack him was powerful. Even with his strong body, he couldn't regain his breath for quite a while. His entire body was paralyzed, and he couldn't even move a finger. He could only watch these fragile ants enjoy his body.
Shixin gave a raging roar and took out a set of three-thousand and six-hundred needles, preparing to shoot them down to kill these half-dragon asuras and blood-pool ghosts. But, he only cared about saving Shisui. When he took out this set of needles, he had already made a big mistake.
Sideways, a cyan-colored beam of light flashed across, as a splendid sword shadow tore the space apart.
Qing Qiang transformed back into her original shape. She was an extraordinarily beautiful cyan-colored bird, with a dazzling sword held in her beak. She tore the space apart, came to Shixin, and gave him a heavy sword strike. A sharp wound was left on Shixin's chest, reaching to his right crotch. The sword wound went deep into his internal organs, and nearly tore his body into two.
"Little phoenixes!" Shixin roared in pain, then turned around and growled at Qing Qiang.
Ao Bai, who had been fighting against Shixin, saw an advantage. He swung his arm backward and threw out an especially heavy purple-gold pestle along with a deafening thunder. The pestle transformed into a hundred-meters-thick thunderbolt and struck on Shixin's chest.
Followed by a thunderous bang, a big half of the nine-feet-long golden pestle drilled into Shixin's chest. The thunderbolts shattered the dragon scales on Shixin's chest. Shixin screamed, with dense smoke rising from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and ears.
"Kill!" Ao Bai's eyes shone with a fierce light as he wielded the sword with his right hand, preparing to behead Shixin.
At that moment, a golden beam of light descended from the sky. Dragon Mother showed up before Ao Bai's face like a ghost and slapped heavily on his face.
Along with a thunderous bang, a half of Ao Bai's head was smashed. His teeth turned into sparkling pearls and flew all over the sky. How strong was Dragon Mother? Ao Bai spun like a spinning top and flew backward along with a shrill swishing noise.
Seeing Dragon Mother, Bixi screamed towards the sky like a mouse seeing a cat. "Retreat!" Then, he turned around and fled to Yao Mountain City.
Without saying a word, Ao Bai and his brothers turned around and trod on clouds as fast as they could, fleeing as fast as they could. Ao Bai even took out his divine seal and wielded it towards the sky. All of a sudden, a three-colored thundercloud emerged above Dragon Mother's head, and thunderbolts struck down to her head.
"You're just like that old bastard, a ball-less little thing!" Dragon Mother bared her teeth and looked at Ao Bai and his brothers. She turned around and slapped Shixin, making him vomit blood and faint without even giving a moan. "Useless!"
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