The golden armor completely collapsed. An almost unstoppable power surged into his body. His body shattered bit by bit, and blood splattered everywhere.
The human ancient martial art practitioners below all looked deathly pale as they cried out in shock. No one had expected that the powerful Mo Wen would not even be able to withstand a single blow from the Dragon Horse. Just one blow had caused his body to collapse. How powerful was the Dragon Horse?
Beams of sparkling and translucent red light lit up in the sky. The body that had exploded suddenly gathered into a mass, slowly transforming into a human silhouette. It was Mo Wen. The scene of his body shattering and blood splattering seemed to be an illusion.
The golden armor once again covered Mo Wen's body. It was grand and imposing, like an immortal god of war.
"Resurrection? So that's how it is. "
The Dragon Horse looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. However, it was not particularly shocked, just a little surprised. The Dragon Horse had always known that the Tower Spirit would not let it win so easily. It was impossible for a human ancient martial art practitioner to kill his way here and even kill the Peacock Beast King and the Dragon Beast King without anything to rely on.
"You can't kill me," Mo Wen said lightly. His eyes shone with a silent light.
"You are lying. I can sense the emotions of any living creature. Your emotions tell me that what you just said was a lie. Perhaps if you had not said anything, I would have been suspicious. But now, I am certain that you cannot keep resurrecting. "
The Dragon Horse's sexy lips curled up slightly. Her bright eyes seemed to be able to see through the past and present lives. Everything that her eyes saw could be seen through.
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth twitched. He was speechless. What he had said just now was a psychological attack. He had purposely created a false impression that he could not be killed so that the Dragon Horse would gradually lose confidence. He had not expected the Dragon Horse to be so monstrous. It could see through the soul and see through the truth of things.
Right now, his gaze as he looked at the Dragon Horse was somewhat fearful. The Dragon Horse's power was too strong, ridiculously strong. In terms of combat ability, it was most likely no weaker than a Primordial Soul realm immortal cultivator. Also, other than the absolute advantage of cultivation, the Dragon Horse actually had such a strange talent.
Originally, Mo Wen had a chance of survival because of the Dragon Horse. However, right now, he could not help but feel a sense of despair. This was a situation where he would definitely die.
"I really want to know how many times you can revive. If you only have the ability to revive, then I don't think you have any chance."
The Dragon Horse took a step forward. The pure white wings on its back flickered with light. Its silhouette appeared silently in front of Mo Wen. In an instant, it seemed as though time and space had been shifted. Mo Wen discovered that the Dragon Horse had simply taken a step forward, but the profoundness it contained was even more profound than his Glory of Wind.
There was no way to dodge. The moment the figure of the Dragon Horse appeared, her dragon spear also came crashing over. An extremely powerful force came crashing over, far more powerful than before.
Mo Wen was still unable to block the Dragon Horse's power. His defenses were no different from paper. Waves of absolute power passed through his defenses and surged into his body. Without any suspense, his body collapsed once again, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Immediately after, there was another flash of crystal clear red light. Mo Wen's body was resurrected once again. Even the Dragon Horse was unable to interfere with the healing power of the superb grade Healing Light. Mo Wen had more than 30 superb grade Healing Lights in his possession, but what was the point? No matter how many superb grade Healing Lights he had, there would come a time when they would run out. How long could he last in such an unstoppable battle?
The Dragon Horse looked at Mo Wen curiously with a look of interest. When Mo Wen was resurrected, the Dragon Horse went forward to give him another spear strike. This repeated over and over again. In just a moment, the Dragon Horse had killed Mo Wen five times. Mo Wen had also resurrected five times.
Every time he resurrected, he died again. He had no power to resist. Mo Wen was like a punching bag, allowing the Dragon Horse to kill him over and over again.
The faces of the humans watching the battle below were all ashen. Their eyes were filled with despair. Some of them could no longer bear to watch the battle in the sky.
"It's all over." Nangong Mingzhu sighed softly. She slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes. A sorrowful expression appeared on her face. She had not expected that she would die here.
"Damn it. The Dragon Horse is too powerful. What kind of game is this? It's not fair at all. Is it messing with us?"
Chu Yuan clenched his fists. His face was full of indignation. He, Chu Yuan, was a person of some status in the Ghost Lair. He had never dreamed that he would die in this place.
The sorrowful emotion seemed to be contagious. After a while, the Four Guardians Light Shroud was filled with sorrow. Everyone thought of their impending death. They thought of their families and friends. They thought of the things that they could not let go of, the regrets that they had not fulfilled, and the people that they could not let go of. They thought of many, many things. But at this moment, there was nothing they could do. Everyone was powerless.
"The heavens want the Anti-Ming Faction dead. The heavens want the Gao Clan dead."
Gao Hanshan sighed softly. He had lived for more than a hundred years. He could see many things clearly. It was not that he was afraid of death. It was just that there were too many things that he needed to do. There were too many responsibilities that he needed to shoulder. Moreover, he did not want Mo Wen to die here. If he had a choice, he would even be willing to exchange his life for Mo Wen's.
Jun Wulei also smiled bitterly. There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes. There was reluctance. There were secrets that he had never told anyone. There were also too many ambitions that he had not had the time to fulfill. In the face of death, everything would become empty, everything would turn into nothingness.
"Granny, I'm sorry." Two lines of tears rolled down Jin Ying's face. She looked at Granny Jin Hua, who had aged dozens of years in an instant.
Actually, Granny Jin Hua did not allow Jin Ying to come on this trip to the Fire Domain. She was afraid that something would happen to her along the way. But Jin Ying did not listen to her and insisted on coming. It was because Pei Fengwu, who had always been at odds with her, had come. The geniuses of the Azure Dragon Palace Hall and the White Tiger Palace Hall, Jun Wulei and Gong Zhangyan, had also come. She did not want to fall behind.
Jin Ying was different from the others. Because of some accident, she had become the only successor of the third generation of the Jin Clan. In order to preserve the last bloodline of the Jin Clan, Granny Jin Hua had put a lot of effort into her personal safety.
But this time, no matter how well she protected her, it was useless. It was because they were facing an existence that they could not fight against.
"Silly child." Granny Jin Hua touched Jin Ying's head. Her face was full of sorrow and regret. Perhaps, she should not have harbored such thoughts about the spiritual fire or the supreme Great Path of Becoming Immortal.
Some things that she had not said before, some things that she could not say in the past, and some hidden emotions that she was not willing to express. At that moment, within the Four Guardians Light Shroud, she poured out her emotions one after another. After all, humans were creatures with emotions. The arrival of death had completely ignited these emotions.
But after a while, the Four Guardians Light Shroud fell silent again. It was a deathly silence. Everyone seemed to be waiting for despair to descend completely.
"In my eyes, you have always been mysterious and powerful. You have never lost. Every time we meet, you always surprise me. When have you ever lost? You have always created miracles. No matter when, wherever you are, miracles will happen. I believe in you. I believe in you … You will definitely create another miracle … As long as you can … I will … I will … "
Pei Fengwu clenched her fists and stared intently at the battle in the sky. She muttered to herself in a daze. But as she spoke, her face strangely turned red.
"Silly girl."
Zong Changsheng glanced at Pei Fengwu and sighed softly. He hugged his long saber and stood calmly from beginning to end. The saber never left his hand. His gaze was sharp and he exuded the calmness and persistence of a swordsman. However, there was guilt in his sharp gaze that no one could see. He had brought Pei Fengwu here but could not bring her back safely. He had let down the Pei Clan.
…
In the sky above, the scene of a one-sided massacre was still playing out. Mo Wen died under the Dragon Horse's long spear again and again. He resurrected again and again, continuing to fight again and again. No matter how much pain he endured, no matter how much his soul was tormented, he never retreated. His stubborn belief never wavered. Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat until he died in battle. He had no way out. No human had a way out.
There was a flash of white light and the Dragon Horse suddenly stopped attacking. It stood a hundred meters away from Mo Wen.
A crystal-clear crimson light flashed. Mo Wen's body once again recovered from its collapse. He discovered that every time his body collapsed and reformed, his flesh would become stronger. After repeating this process more than ten times, his flesh had actually become two or three times stronger.
The strength of his flesh was not the illusory power of this space. Instead, it was a power that he could bring out of this space and that truly belonged to him. No one would have thought that the superb grade Healing Light would have such an effect.
However, this was not enough. It was far from enough. This bit of increase in the power of his flesh could not be used to fight against the Dragon Horse at all. Even if he died a hundred times, he would still not be a match for the Dragon Horse.
"Your willpower is very strong. I am very surprised. If you do not die in this space, I believe that you will certainly have extraordinary achievements in the future. Unfortunately, you do not have that chance. I also do not have that patience. "
After killing Mo Wen more than ten times, the Dragon Horse seemed to have lost its patience. Its body emanated wave after wave of holy light. A terrifying power covered the entire sky. She did not immediately attack Mo Wen, but everyone knew that this was the calm before the storm.
"You want to kill me with one blow?"
Mo Wen took a deep breath. He gripped the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in his hand tightly. He knew the Dragon Horse's intentions. After more than ten attacks, the Dragon Horse had already mastered the effects and rules of the superb grade Healing Light. As long as Mo Wen's body was completely pulverized in an instant, not leaving a single trace, not even a drop of blood, and was blasted into the tiniest particle, the superb grade Healing Light would not be able to revive him.
Mo Wen knew this. Clearly, the Dragon Horse had also guessed this.
This ability to see through the enemy's fatal weakness in battle was rather terrifying. Not only did the Dragon Horse have an absolute advantage in terms of power, but its talents and abilities were also unfathomable. (To be continued.)
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