"Argh …"
Screams filled the air as boulders tumbled down. The towering trees at the foot of the mountain were all destroyed.
High in the sky, the Netherworld Platform revolved at high speed, providing a powerful source of energy for all the Feather race members. The Heavenly Source experts had already begun their final battle.
Wu Changtian faced off against the Feather Race's Grand Elder. Zhen Yang, Dan Qingzi, Yun Sinan, and quite a few Heavenly Source Elders all had their own opponents. Both sides had similar strength, and the number of Heavenly Source experts they had was also about the same. Even with the assistance of the Netherworld Platform, it would not be easy for the Feather Race to obtain victory in a short period of time.
Xie Yunpeng and Zhao Lingxiao faced each other in the sky, killing intent radiating from them.
"Xie Yunpeng, your human race is doomed. Why must you be so stubborn? If you join me, I can guarantee your life and give you supreme glory."
Zhao Lingxiao said.
"Pah."
Xie Yunpeng spat. He had an unyielding personality, so when he saw Zhao Lingxiao, he could not help but think of the demoness. He could not help but feel resentful. What he hated was not the demoness, but the culprit behind all of this.
"Zhao Lingxiao, cut the crap. Let's see who's stronger. Either you die today, or I live."
Xie Yunpeng's aura rippled as a wave of Qi condensed in his hand. He attacked first, charging towards Zhao Lingxiao.
To Xie Yunpeng, this was a second life, one that Jiang Chen had given him. The greatest use of his life was to contribute to the human race, and a battle to the death with Zhao Lingxiao was what he had been looking forward to in the first place.
"Good. I'd like to see just how much you've improved after reaching the Third Heavenly Layer of Heavenly Source."
Zhao Lingxiao's aura surged, showing no fear at all. He threw a punch that seemed to be able to shatter the world, heading straight for Xie Yunpeng. The two peak experts collided in an extremely ferocious manner.
Rumble …
The two of them only managed to stabilize themselves after being pushed back several dozen meters. They were evenly matched.
It seemed that it would not be easy for these two old rivals to determine a victor. Unless there was a huge fluctuation in one's state of mind, causing a drop in their battle strength, the two of them would not be able to determine a victor even if they fought for three days and three nights.
Zhao Lingxiao attacked again and again, not anxious at all. His expression was calm, because he was very confident in today's battle, and he was not in a hurry to kill Xie Yunpeng. He believed that once the Human Race was defeated on a large scale, it would definitely affect Xie Yunpeng's mood, and at that time, it would be his chance.
On the other side of the battlefield, the disciples of the Martial Pavilion and the disciples of the Feather Clan were locked in a fierce battle.
"Thank you, Senior Brother. The Winged Race has the support of the Netherworld Platform. It seems like they have an inexhaustible supply of energy."
A disciple said.
"Gather together and combine our combat strength. Try to cut off their connection with the Netherworld Platform."
Xie Ting shouted loudly, and he became the representative of the disciples of the Martial Pavilion.
On the other side, a little child was rushing back and forth on the battlefield. He looked extremely ferocious. This child was none other than the little dragon that Jiang Chen had brought out from the Land of Exile.
"Wah, I'm about to break through."
The little dragon rode on the back of a Ninth Heavenly Layer Feather Warrior and tore off his wings with his bare hands. Afterwards, he roared at the sky, and his cultivation immediately reached the First Heavenly Layer of the Earth Source realm.
The little dragon was extremely ferocious. Ever since he had started cultivating, it was as if his bloodline had been activated. Under the influence of his bloodline, the little dragon's temperament had changed greatly. Previously, when he had been training, he had been abnormally ferocious during his first battle. He did not feel uncomfortable at all, as if he was born for battle.
"Yaohou …"
After reaching the Earth Source realm, the little dragon could soar through the sky without the help of a Flight Talisman. He immediately roared excitedly, and his playful nature was revealed.
A Feather Warrior wanted to catch the little dragon, but the little dragon's movement technique and speed were two times that of the Feather Warrior.
"Birdman, eat my fist."
The little dragon suddenly turned around and appeared behind the Feather Warrior in the blink of an eye. He threw a punch, and the mountainous energy actually killed the Feather Warrior with a single punch.
"Holy shit."
This scene was witnessed by quite a few disciples of the Martial Pavilion. This child was a little too ferocious. One must know that the Feather Warrior that he had just killed was an expert at the Second Heavenly Layer of the Earth Source realm. He was a whole level higher than the little dragon, and the little dragon had only just reached the Earth Source realm.
"Watch out!"
A shadow of a spear rushed towards the little dragon. Xie Ting's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly warned the little dragon.
The little dragon's reaction was extremely fast, but he was still lacking in battle experience. The spear swept past his shoulder, leaving behind a bone-deep wound.
"Ouch."
The little dragon grimaced, but in the next moment, the wound he had left behind actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Sneak attack me!"
The little dragon flew into a rage. His eyes immediately turned blood-red as he charged towards the Feather Warrior with the spear.
"What the hell is this little guy? His wound can actually heal itself. I really don't know where the teacher found this freak. "
Xie Ting was speechless. He could not help but sigh in his heart, thinking that this battle had come a little too early. If it had come a few years later, the Human Race would definitely be at its peak. There was no need to say much about Jiang Chen. Just the little monster in front of him alone, once he grew up, would be frightening enough.
"Xie Ting, do you think the teacher will appear?"
Chen Yiren came to Xie Ting's side and could not help but ask.
Xie Ting raised his head and looked into the distance. "He should. If the teacher appears, he will definitely bring a miracle to the Human Race."
"You're that confident?"
Chen Yiren asked.
"It's not confidence. It's trust."
Xie Ting smiled, then locked on to one person and charged towards him.
At this moment, Jiang Chen had just used the Sky-ascending Stairway to walk out of the Land of Exile. However, the place he came out from was not the right place. From the Land of Exile, he directly went to the Shenwu City.
Originally, he thought that something big was going to happen in the Chidong Region, so he went to the Shenwu City to take a look. He did not expect the Shenwu City to become almost an empty city at this moment.
After asking around, he found out that today's battle was going to take place.
"Little Chenzi, it seems that we came back just in time. If we were two days later, I'm afraid it would really be too late."
Da Huang Dog said.
"The battle has already started. Even in the Shenwu City, we can feel it. It seems that the battlefield is going to be in the Chiling Mountain area. Let's go. I want to see what the Feather Race has to start a war with the Human Race."
Jiang Chen's aura fluctuated as he flew towards the Chiling Mountain with Da Huang Dog. He came back from the Land of Exile just in time. After all, the Feather Race had started to gain the upper hand in the battle on the Chiling Mountain. After all, they had the help of the Netherworld Platform.
Jiang Chen's return at this time could help the Human Race recover a lot of their losses. If he were a little later, the real losses and defeat of the Human Race would have started.
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