Jianchen was not the only one who had noticed this. All the Origin realm experts and Sainthood experts present could tell the same. They were unable to destroy the evil spirit's core in a single day.
The World of Forsaken Saints continued to provide blood, but everyone no longer felt as excited and hopeful as they had half a day ago. They had returned to a gloomy and oppressive mood, as if they were facing the end of the world. The atmosphere became extremely heavy.
"I'm not alone in the World of Forsaken Saints. I have tens of thousands of clansmen behind me. As the patriarch, if I can't even protect my own clansmen, how can I live up to my status as the patriarch? If my clansmen and I cannot avoid death, then I have to die on the frontlines as the patriarch. I have to use my life to protect my clansmen." Suddenly, a Holy Emperor from the World of Forsaken Saints laughed aloud. With that, white flames suddenly appeared on his body. His body rapidly melted within the flames, allowing an even more powerful bloodline power to enter the Primordial Godsilk.
"Mandoff!" Someone cried out in grief. Mandoff was burning his vital energies and body to destroy the evil spirit's core.
At that moment, everyone's gazes gathered on Mandoff. Whether it was the cultivators from the four races or the World of Forsaken Saints, their gazes toward Mandoff were filled with admiration and respect.
"Even if I die, I want to die before my clansmen. My clansmen, I won't be able to protect you in the future. I'll be taking my leave first, "Mandoff smiled. His body had been reduced to ashes by the white flames.
"Mandoff, you've done well. We have no other choice. If we don't destroy this damned thing here, all the hundreds of billions of people from our world will be doomed once it recovers. Since we're going to die either way, we might as well die with some value," said Mandoff. Another Holy Emperor from the World of Forsaken Saints stepped forward and spoke boldly. Just like Mandoff, he burned his vital energies until he died. In the end, even his body was reduced to ashes.
Their vital energies had already been severely depleted to the point where it was difficult for them to regenerate blood. Now that they were burning their vital energies together with their bodies, it was equivalent to activating the last bit of their bloodline power. Even their lives had become a part of their bloodline power.
At this moment, a Holy Emperor from the World of Forsaken Saints looked at Jianchen and clasped his hands, "Sovereign Jianchen, may I ask if burning their vital energies will be helpful in destroying this damned thing?"
Jianchen looked at the Holy Emperor who had just spoken. From the Holy Emperor's eyes, he could see magnanimity, bravery, and determination.
Jianchen nodded with a heavy heart. He already knew what the Holy Emperor was thinking.
"If that's the case, I don't have to worry," said the Holy Emperor. With that, a similar white flame appeared on his body. In the end, the Holy Emperor was reduced to ashes. "Hahaha, it's already too late. Don't be afraid of death. Don't be afraid of death.
"Hahaha, it's already like this. Don't be afraid of death. We've chosen to die. This is a courageous way to die. If our sacrifice can save the lives of the people of the World of Forsaken Saints, the people of the World of Forsaken Saints will be grateful to us for generations to come. However, if we continue to be afraid of death, we'll only be able to live for a few more hours. What's the point of that?" An old man called out sternly. He was also a Saint Emperor.
Afterwards, the old man also burned his vital energies. He was reduced to ashes along with his body.
Perhaps because they had been influenced by them, more and more people from the World of Forsaken Saints began to speak boldly. They all offered up their lives. Not only were there Holy Emperors, but there were also Holy Emperors, Saint Rulers, and so on.
Their sacrifice allowed the Primordial Godsilk to become even more powerful. It shone with a dazzling light.
"Jianchen, the environment of our World of Forsaken Saints is horrible. It's not suitable for people below Sainthood to live. Many children and weak Forsaken Saints basically die to the horrible environment every day. We've come to your world to travel to the Saints' World as well as to find a better place for our clansmen to live. Although we've invaded your world in the past and caused you heavy losses, we will use this opportunity to make up for those losses. I, Gongxi Ming, am willing to sacrifice my life to stop the crisis. I only hope that once the crisis of the world is averted, you can give our weak clansmen a place to live. I will be eternally grateful even in the underworld." Gongxi Ming bowed deeply to Jianchen before a layer of white flames appeared on him. He began to burn his vital energies.
"Gongxi Ming!" Cheng Jingyun stared at Gongxi Ming with mixed feelings. Her heart was filled with an indescribable bitterness as she watched her old friend, whom she had known for over ten thousand years, gradually approach death.
Xiong Zhong and the other elders from the World of Forsaken Saints, as well as all the Origin realm experts from the Tian Yuan Continent, stared at Gongxi Ming as well. Their gazes underwent a drastic change, becoming filled with respect and admiration.
A deathly silence descended. Everyone was stern as they stared at Gongxi Ming. Their hearts were in turmoil. Gongxi Ming was an elder of the Returnance realm. His status was incomparable to the Holy Emperor, yet he had actually chosen this path of no return. His courage and boldness had deeply shaken everyone present.
Jianchen was filled with joy. He bowed deeply to Gongxi Ming and said with a heavy voice, "I promise you that if we successfully survive this crisis, I, Jianchen, will definitely fulfil your final wish."
Gongxi Ming seemed to have been relieved of a great burden. He smiled faintly as his body turned to dust.
The sacrifice of a Returnance expert immediately made the Primordial Godsilk shine even more dazzlingly. Vaguely, it seemed like a layer of golden flames was blazing and pulsing.
Afterward, the people from the World of Forsaken Saints burned their vital essences one after another. After Gongxi Ming, another elder from Ouyang Yangwen's side chose to sacrifice himself. Seven other Receival realm experts from the World of Forsaken Saints also sacrificed their precious lives, turning them into the power of the Primordial Godsilk to deal with the evil spirit's origin energy.
Aside from the nine Origin realm experts, there were also many Saint realm experts.
There were countless other Sainthood experts from the World of Forsaken Saints who were also burning their vital energies. They were surrounded by a layer of white flames as they shone with the most resplendent light. Under the gazes of all the experts and Origin realm experts, they completed the final journey of their lives.
This scene was both heroic and pessimistic. Countless people were affected by it. All the Sainthood experts and even the Origin realm experts on the Tian Yuan Continent were deeply shaken. Many of them even began to tear up.
Jianchen hovered in the air as he stared at the cultivators from the World of Forsaken Saints who had basically sacrificed their lives. He bowed deeply at them all. He was so shaken that he was speechless.
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