Nine Dragons Soar instantly dodged the attacks of the black-armored Rakshasa and the other three high-level Rakshasas and flew into the sky.
The black-armored Rakshasa decisively chose to summon Rakshasa Tian.
Rather than letting it be destroyed by you, it would be better to waste this summoning opportunity and kill all of these invaders.
Swish swish swish!
Rocks peeled off the surface of Rakshasa Tian's three-thousand-meter-tall statue. The might of the Underworld Monarch continued to strengthen.
The expressions of Liu Feng and the other three, who had already gained the upper hand, changed slightly. After a moment of shock, they decisively retreated.
While the scene before him was unexpected, it was still within his expectations.
The best outcome of the mission was to destroy the altar. The worst outcome was to fail the mission. The other possibility was to force the other party to summon the Netherworld King's Altar ahead of time.
The Netherworld King's Altar obviously couldn't summon the Rakshasa Race every day. Otherwise, the Rakshasa Race would have long since become invincible in the Netherworld. They could only summon it once every half a month.
Replenishing the offerings required time, and the altar itself also needed maintenance.
Before the battle officially started, Rakshasa Tian had already been summoned. To the Flame Dragon Army, this was undoubtedly an acceptable result.
But for Xiao Chen and the others, it was almost a death sentence.
It was already difficult for him to escape. Now that Rakshasa Tian's clone had appeared, would he still have a chance to escape?
Liu Feng took out the signal flag, spun it at the bottom, and shot it into the sky.
Immediately, the war flag burned in the sky like a star. Its color kept changing until it finally settled on red.
In the air, Wei Hongfei, who was fighting several late-stage Holy Venerate Rakshasa Demons, felt a terrifying Underworld Monarch Might sweep over.
Raising his gaze, Zhang Xuan happened to see Rakshasa Tian's sculpture peeling off.
He couldn't help but be stunned.
"With the appearance of the Nether God, all of you will definitely die!"
When the Rakshasa Demons surrounding Wei Hongfei saw this scene, they smiled coldly. Their attacks became even sharper.
Boom!
However, just at this moment, Wei Hongfei's eyes suddenly burned, turning into a golden light.
Xiao Chen instantly activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline, and the Dragon Might of the ancient Great Desolate Eon Golden Dragon Race enveloped him. The berserk Dragon Might immediately forced the group back.
Wei Hongfei casually glanced at the other people in the chaos. Then, he used the Great Desolate Eon Dragon Might to turn and flee.
In this kind of situation, there was no chance for him to take care of the others. Even he himself might not be able to escape.
Wei Hongfei was extremely decisive. He turned into a beam of golden light and fled far away with the Great Desolate Eon Dragon Might. The Dragon's Might was vast and mighty, and almost no one could withstand it. Very soon, a path was torn open by him.
"Chase them! When his bloodline is exhausted, it will be the time of his death! "
The Rakshasa Demon expert that was knocked back clearly did not intend to let Wei Hongfei off so easily.
Turning into a demonic light, it whizzed away in hot pursuit.
"Looks like I'm really going to die here."
The somewhat fatigued Murong Yan looked at the Rakshasa Demons surrounding him. When he sensed that Rakshasa Tian's clone was about to appear, despair flashed in his eyes.
Although Wei Hongfei attracted the attention of most of the Rakshasa Demon experts, Murong Yan faced the entire Rakshasa Demon army alone.
Although there were not many experts, many ants could kill an elephant. Compared to Wei Hongfei, Xiao Chen had activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline long ago.
It was almost impossible to use it to save his life.
The Rakshasa Demons surrounding him from all directions, in the sky and on the ground, did not dare to act rashly.
The berserk Red Dragon Race had left too deep an impression on these Rakshasa Demons.
Murong Yan felt stifled. His entire body was bathed in blood as he breathed heavily and looked around. Murong Yan's thoughts were simple. Before he died, he would kill more.
When comparing the two, it was hard to say who was right and who was wrong.
However, it was clear that Murong Yan's thoughts were much more straightforward than Wei Hongfei's.
What Murong Yan showed was the difference in intelligence.
The Underworld Monarch statue's intelligence. Nine lightning dragons soared into the sky. Then, the nine lightning dragons merged together in the thundercloud whirlpool in the sky.
The instant Xiao Chen appeared, countless electric lights burst out of his body.
When Xiao Chen looked around, he saw that Liu Feng and the others had already left. In just one second, Xiao Chen analyzed the situation before him.
Oh no!
Half of the Underworld Monarch Rakshasa Tian's statue had already fallen. In a while, the Underworld Monarch's clone would arrive.
At that time, no matter how capable Xiao Chen was, he would die here.
"Run, you lowly mixed-blood dragon. The Underworld Monarch has appeared. Hahaha! You will die for sure!"
The black-armored Rakshasa Demon laughed maniacally as he formed hand seals and looked at Xiao Chen, who was in the air.
The horrifying Underworld Monarch's Might already swept through the entire battlefield. All the Rakshasa Demons felt greatly encouraged.
The fleeing Rakshasa Demons were all in sorry states. "Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! "
The sound of rocks falling off the Underworld Monarch Rakshasa Tian's statue was like the death god's talisman, disturbing everyone's emotions.
Should I flee?
Where can I flee to? With the appearance of Rakshasa Tian's clone, there is nowhere to flee to.
I can only fight!
Black clouds spread out under the thundercloud whirlpool. Xiao Chen activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline. Golden light flashed in his eyes, looking like a burning divine flame.
However, before the light could spread out, Xiao Chen closed his eyes.
The Tyrant Saber in Xiao Chen's right hand flew out and spun in the air, flickering with boundless electric light.
"Buddhist sect's Seven Kill Seal!"
A Buddhist swastika appeared on Xiao Chen's forehead. Then, he formed hand seals with his right hand and activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline.
The incomparably horrifying killing intent covered the entire city ruins.
In an instant, it suppressed the Underworld Monarch's Might, causing all the Rakshasa Demons to freeze for some reason. The killing intent assaulted them, and their movements stiffened.
It was like a lotus flower not soaking in water or the sun and moon not staying in the sky.
The horrifying killing intent surged and burned like a killing god born in an Ancient Battlefield returning to the mortal realm.
However, Xiao Chen's heart remained incredibly calm. If someone of the Buddhist sect used their Dharma Eye to look, they would find the entire city ruins filled with an incredibly turbid aura.
Only Xiao Chen gave off a gentle light, separating him from the overwhelming killing intent.
However, despite being in water, Xiao Chen did not get wet at all. This was an extremely profound state.
"What is he doing?"
The black-armored Rakshasa Demon's summoning of Rakshasa Tian slowed down for a moment.
What is he doing?
Naturally, he was borrowing life from heaven, risking his life to obtain a chance of survival.
"Kill!"
Xiao Chen ferociously opened his eyes. At this moment, the Underworld Monarch Rakshasa Tian also appeared. A dark light illuminated the surroundings.
Rakshasa Tian looked up, and a pair of jade-green eyes erupted with a terrifying will that entered Xiao Chen's Soul Pool.
If an ordinary person were here, they would instantly be overwhelmed by the fear of Rakshasa Tian. They would not move at all, just stand there in a daze.
However, Xiao Chen, who was in the sky, did not show any fear when facing Rakshasa Tian's clone.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and the Tyrant Saber, which had been spinning in the air several times, came out of its scabbard.
A melodious saber hum resounded in the surroundings.
Resolving the Mundane!
Resolving the mundane meant that one had no desires, no joy, no sorrow, and was immune to all mental attacks and negative emotions.
After activating his Great Desolate Eon bloodline and using the Seven Kill Seal to execute Resolving the Mundane, the might of Xiao Chen's saber strike had already reached an incredible level.
"Boom!"
The saber descended. Before Rakshasa Tian, who had just appeared, could understand what was going on.
The eternal and inextinguishable saber light on the Tyrant Saber chopped Rakshasa Tian in half.
The saber's momentum did not stop there. When it landed on the altar, aside from the black-armored Rakshasa Demon, the other three high-ranked Rakshasa Demons immediately died.
"Rumble …!"
When this saber strike landed, it destroyed the entire altar.
Before the Underworld Monarch Rakshasa Tian's clone could do anything, Xiao Chen destroyed it with one saber strike.
Liu Feng and the other Dragon Race disciples, who were fleeing, were all stunned, deeply shocked by this saber strike.
Before the shock waves scattered, the Great Desolate Eon bloodline in Xiao Chen's body slowly faded. After wiping away the blood at the corner of his lips, Xiao Chen revealed a smile. "I won the bet!"
Xiao Chen gambled that the moment Rakshasa Tian descended would be the moment he was at his weakest.
If this saber strike did not kill Rakshasa Tian's clone, Xiao Chen, who faced it head-on in the next second, would be instantly killed.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen won the bet.
"Go!"
Xiao Chen shouted, and a scarlet light spread out. The Demon Blood Vulture soared into the air with Xiao Chen on its back.
On the Demon Blood Vulture's back, Xiao Chen consumed several Medicinal Pills — Primeval Heavenly Pills, Underworld Heart Pills, and Blood Circulation Pills. Then, he closed his eyes and recuperated.
Fortunately, the Demon Blood Vulture did not come out from the start, conserving its strength.
Carrying Xiao Chen, the Demon Blood Vulture charged forward, carving out a bloody path in the sky.
After recovering a little, Xiao Chen opened his eyes. Then, he suddenly saw Murong Yan below, cornered.
His armor was shattered, and wounds covered his body. His eyes were listless, and he appeared fatigued. His body wobbled, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
"This fellow …"
Without hesitation, Xiao Chen descended from the sky and turned into a flash of lightning, piercing through the many Rakshasa Demons riding ghostly beasts in the sky.
Just as the Rakshasa Demons approached, the lightning turned into a lightning dragon that pushed them back in all directions.
The Rakshasa Demons circled around Murong Yan, carrying him and turning into a lightning dragon storm that soared into the sky.
After knocking away the Rakshasa Demons in the sky, the storm scattered. Then, Xiao Chen and Murong Yan landed on the Demon Blood Vulture's back.
"Hahaha! To think that this great me is still alive! I, Murong Yan, am indeed very lucky!"
Murong Yan, who landed on the Demon Blood Vulture's back, rejoiced endlessly. However, he did not say any words of thanks to Xiao Chen.
However, Xiao Chen had seen this many times. It did not matter. He closed his eyes and took the opportunity to recover.
Back then, when Situ Changfeng saved Xiao Chen several times, this fellow did not even say a word of thanks.
This kind of person was stupid. He felt that saving him was the right thing to do, that there was nothing wrong with it.
However, one day, if Xiao Chen got into trouble, he would definitely risk his life to save Xiao Chen.
He didn't need to ask for a word of thanks. In his opinion, this was also something that should be done.
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