The battle between the Yan Clan and the Grandmist Divine Race had finally begun.
The first battle was between Yan Sen and Hongdu. Both Yan Sen and Hongdu were in the mid-level Eternal Realm, and they were evenly matched. It would be difficult to determine a victor in this battle.
However, no one had expected that Yan Sen would break Hong Du's spine and cripple his legs not long after they started fighting, even though his right arm was crippled.
The group of Grandmist Divine Clan's Ancestors standing outside the battle stage was shocked by Huang Xiaolong's ruthlessness.
Yan Sen had rich battle experience, and he knew that even if he could defeat Hongdu, it would be a pyrrhic victory. Hence, he fought with his life on the line.
"Kill!"
Yan Sen roared as he lashed out with his legs. Countless afterimages of his legs flew towards Hongdu at breakneck speed.
The afterimages of Yan Sen's kicks filled the battle stage.
"Grandmist Divine Spring!"
Hongdu's spine had been broken by Yan Sen, and his legs were temporarily crippled. However, he still had his fists, and he threw out the Grandmist Divine Spring.
Countless afterimages of fists collided with Yan Sen's afterimages in an instant, and dense sounds of collision rang out. Origin energy exploded, and the void shook.
However, when mid-level Eternal Realm origin energy exploded on the battle stage, it was completely neutralized by the power of the battle stage. Not a single strand of origin energy could be felt from the battle stage.
On the battle stage, Yan Sen and Hongdu fought with their lives on the line, and blood splattered all over the battle stage.
Outside the battle stage, the members of the Yan Clan and Grandmist Divine Race were incomparably nervous. This battle would directly affect the future of their entire race.
Gu Fei was probably the only one watching from the sidelines. In truth, he wasn't that concerned about the outcome of the battle between the Yan Clan and Grandmist Divine Race.
These two races had submitted to him, and they were his subordinates.
Gu Fei didn't want to see the Fire Clan and the Grandmist Divine Race fighting against each other. It would only weaken the two clans' overall strength.
If the Yan Clan and Grandmist Divine Race were to fight each other, who would help him?
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
Two muffled sounds resounded on the battle stage.
In the next moment, two figures were sent flying.
Yan Sen landed on the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest was stained with blood, and it was a ghastly sight.
He slumped to the ground.
The clansmen of the Yan Clan were dumbfounded when they saw this. What was going on? Yan Sen was defeated?
On the other side, Hong Du fell to the ground and kept coughing up blood.
"Let's go to hell!"
Yan Sen roared. In the next moment, the space between his eyebrows suddenly split open. A Divine Soul rushed out and pounced on Hong Du.
Then, Hong Du's body exploded on the spot.
That's right, exploding on the spot, destroying both his body and soul.
However, a faint spiritual fluctuation did not dissipate. What infuriated the members of the Grandmist Divine Race was that the spiritual fluctuation that did not dissipate was Yan Sen's.
Yan Sen did not die.
Of course, even if Yan Sen, who had caused Hong Du to explode on the spot, did not die, he was half-dead. Almost all of his cultivation had dissipated.
At this moment, Yan Sen could be said to be crippled.
"For this battle, the Saint of the Flame Tribe."
Gu Fei's majestic voice came down from the sky.
"… …"
The members of the Grandmist Divine Race clenched their fists tightly as they glared at Yan Sen. They wished they could tear Yan Sen into a million pieces.
In truth, even the Yan Clan's Ancestors weren't optimistic about Yan Sen's chances of winning. However, no one had expected Yan Sen to be so ruthless.
Not only was he ruthless to his enemies, but he was even more ruthless to himself.
Even Gu Fei felt that Yan Sen had truly gone mad, because this was a method of mutual destruction. If he was not careful, even his own body and soul would be destroyed.
However, it was obvious that Yan Sen had won. The one who had died was Hong Du, and he had survived.
Of course, even though he had survived, his cultivation base had almost dissipated. His soul had almost been unable to return to his physical body. He had died along with Hong Du.
In fact, Yan Sen didn't know if he could survive.
However, in this battle, it was either Hong Du or Yan Sen who would die. Only one of them could live.
Yan Sen won.
The Yan Clan's camp was in an uproar. Everyone was extremely excited.
The Yan Clan's first ancestor, Yan Huatian, personally stepped onto the battle stage and carried the heavily injured Yan Sen down.
"You're our hero!"
Yan Huatian's eyes were brimming with tears of excitement.
The Yan Clan had been suppressed by the Grandmist Divine Race for a long time. The Yan Clan's ancestors were either dead or injured. Including the first ancestor, Yan Huatian, the entire Yan Clan only had seven ancestors.
The Yan Clan's strength had never been weakened to this extent.
The Yan Clan had been stifled for too long. This battle had ignited the Yan Clan's fighting spirit, and their morale soared.
Moreover, the Yan Clan had already won the first battle. As long as they won the second battle, they wouldn't have to fight the third battle.
Once the Yan Clan defeated the Grandmist Divine Race, the Yan Clan would naturally be able to suppress the Grandmist Divine Race.
This was extremely important to the Yan Clan.
"Damn it!"
At this time, the Grandmist Divine Race's camp was filled with killing intent. Every member of the Grandmist Divine Race's eyes were bloodshot.
Hong Du had actually lost. Moreover, he had lost thoroughly.
To them, having their bodies and souls destroyed was the most thorough way to die. There was no other way to die more thoroughly than having one's body and soul destroyed.
Gu Fei looked at the scene coldly, but he didn't make a move. This was the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Grandmist Divine Race. He wanted to resolve the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Grandmist Divine Race through this battle.
"Yan Clan's trash, who dares to fight me?!"
The second ancestor of the Grandmist Divine Race leaped onto the battle stage and roared at the Yan Clan.
Hong Du's death had infuriated him. Killing intent surged from his body, and even the sky above the Grandmist Divine City changed color.
"Old Ancestor, let me go!"
Yan Ming looked at Yan Huatian and said.
"No, we'll admit defeat for this match."
Yan Huatian gritted his teeth as he looked at Hong Mie.
"Old Ancestor, how can I, Yan Ming, admit defeat? I, Yan Ming, am not a coward."
Yan Ming said coldly.
"Don't talk nonsense with me. I want you to stay alive and make a greater contribution to the Yan Clan. Don't throw away your life in vain. Do you understand?"
Yan Huatian roared at Yan Ming.
Hong Mie was the second ancestor of the Grandmist Divine Race. His cultivation had reached the major success stage of the Eternal Realm, whereas Yan Ming was just a low-level Eternal Realm brat.
It was like a dragon in the sky and an ant on the ground. The difference was too great.
If Yan Ming stepped onto the battle stage, he would definitely be killed by Hong Mie.
That would be a free death!
Yan Huatian didn't want the Yan Clan's ancestor to die in vain.
"You want to admit defeat? Did I hear wrongly?! "
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