Chapter 1929
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Yuan Mo thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out why he had lost. In the image, he had lost in a very bizarre manner. He had clearly been on par with Ye Tianze.
He suddenly looked at Ye Tianze, hoping to get an answer from Ye Tianze. "Why did I lose?" he asked.
"You will lose even more miserably now!" Ye Tianze said.
Yuan Mo's expression changed. He looked up at the Death Intent with some fear. Ye Tianze saw through his thoughts and said, "Don't worry. I won't use the Death Intent to devour your will."
At that moment, Yuan Mo left Ye Tianze's Spiritual Sea and slowly opened his eyes in the Martial Dao Arena. He raised his staff and swung it at Ye Tianze.
This scene shocked all the powerhouses present. However, they also heaved a sigh of relief.
"He won. Yuan Mo won in the end!"
Even if Ye Tianze could recover after winning the Battle of Primordial Spirits, he would still be injured. This kind of injury would weaken Ye Tianze's will.
Previously, Ye Tianze had recovered first and immediately killed the Immobilized Guardian. This had also given them the illusion that whoever woke up first would win the Battle of Primordial Spirits!
However, when the staff landed, a "clang" sound rang out. This caused the expressions of all the cultivators present to greatly change.
"What's going on?"
All the cultivators saw that Ye Tianze's blade had firmly caught Yuan Mo's staff. He didn't seem to have suffered any injuries.
"Could it be that the Battle of Primordial Spirits between the two sides was actually a draw?"
The following battle confirmed this conjecture. The two of them once again clashed. Just like before, they were evenly matched.
No one knew how long this battle was going to last. Their Yuan Force seemed to be inexhaustible.
However, at that moment, someone suddenly realized that Yuan Mo's body had changed. His golden hair had actually gradually turned black.
A black baleful aura appeared on the hairs. Yuan Mo's eyes were no longer golden, but blood-red. When the cultivators saw those eyes in the mirror image, they felt a chill run down their spines.
"He finally used his strongest power!"
Above the Floating Sky City, the Chaos Master muttered to himself.
Only he knew that Yuan Mo's true power was not in his golden form, but in his demon-like monkey form.
The black baleful aura enveloped Yuan Mo. His strength and speed doubled. In an instant, he suppressed Ye Tianze.
He transformed into thousands of figures and attacked Ye Tianze from different angles, almost drowning him completely. People could only see a mass of black light and shadow covering the entire Martial Arts Field.
However, Ye Tianze had completely disappeared. There was no longer any sign of his power. Only the continuous sounds of battle told them that Ye Tianze was still alive.
However, they knew that it was impossible for Ye Tianze to hold on any longer. Yuan Mo's true strength had only been displayed now, and Ye Tianze had already reached his limit.
Clang!
The JC version was launched. 0T
There was a loud noise and the ground of the Martial Arts Field trembled slightly. The black baleful aura dissipated, revealing the figures of two people.
Yuan Mo was holding his staff, his eyes filled with a terrifying murderous intent. He was twenty-five meters tall and looked like a demon god. Ye Tianze looked like a dwarf standing in front of him.
His clothes were ragged and the star inscriptions on his body were torn. He was slightly hunched and the hand holding the blade was trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment.
None of the cultivators present felt that there was anything wrong with this outcome.
"He actually has such a form. This is Yuan Mo's true power. I didn't expect that he would only use it now!"
"Fu Huangmie isn't weak if he can force Yuan Mo to this extent and still stand after such an attack!"
"It's a pity that he has to stop here. The battle is finally over. The dream of the Mysterious Underworld Race will also come to an end. Their original territory will also be ruined."
The cultivators discussed spiritedly. This outcome was within their expectations. The only thing that had exceeded their expectations was that Yuan Mo had actually been hiding such a body.
"What are you going to use to beat me?" Yuan Mo asked. "Unless you use your Death Body. Unfortunately … you won't be able to use it. You are still a weakling after all. A weakling who can't let go of the past."
"Why aren't you using the Spherical Sky Combat Body?" In the Sky Region City, Tang Tianjun broke out in cold sweat for Ye Tianze.
Tang Tianjun wasn't the only one watching this battle. All the cultivators of the Desolate Tribe, as long as they were in the chaotic homeland, were watching this battle.
"You're asking me what I'm going to use to beat you?"
Ye Tianze lifted the hand holding the blade slightly but quickly put it down again. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to hold the blade.
He glanced at Yuan Mo and said, "It seems like I can't beat you like this. However, you will lose not because I am stronger than you, but because you are only fighting for yourself. However, I still admire you in the past because you weren't just fighting for yourself back then!
Are you going to tell me that you were able to beat me because you had a bunch of ants behind you and that you were fighting for them? "
Yuan Mo's red eyes were filled with mockery. "Ha ha ha ha …"
He laughed maniacally. His laughter was filled with boundless battle intent, making all the cultivators present feel goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Idiot! I thought that you would understand after coming out. However, I realized that you didn't understand at all. Perhaps you really came out because you were very lucky!"
Yuan Mo said. "There are always some things in this world that you have to give up. If you can't bear to part with them, you will have weaknesses and fetters. When you give up on them, you will no longer have any weaknesses and fetters. You will be able to wholeheartedly pursue your path!"
"That is your path, not mine!"
Ye Tianze said. "Even so, you will still lose miserably!"
Yuan Mo spat. His eyes were filled with powder. He raised the rod in his hand and pointed it at Ye Tianze's head. "Then let me lose again. I want to know if your weak path can save your life!"
"Yes!"
Ye Tianze replied firmly. "Because I still believe in it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tianze suddenly raised the saber in his hand. He felt a familiar intent. He felt the intent of all the living beings in the universe in his body. He felt the intent of the Desolate Tribe in the Land of Chaos.
He was not alone. He was the emperor of the Desolate Tribe and the only hope of the Desolate Tribe.
When this intent gathered in his saber, Ye Tianze suddenly thought of someone. At that time, he was still in Imperial Dragon City.
At that time, he was still an ant.
That person said to him, "I will teach you a sword. This sword is called the Sword of Will."
This sword does not require you to use all your strength. This sword only requires you to feel the intent of the person you want to protect and pour your own intent into it.
Ye Tianze comprehended it for a long time but could not fully display the Sword of Will. He used to think that this was just a game she was playing with him.
Until one day, he encountered the intent left behind by the Divine Battle Ape. Until he comprehended that spear. Until he died on Mount Buzhou in the Ruins.
The moment his heart died, he felt a wisp of intent and left behind a trace of consciousness.
"This is my path!" Ye Tianze raised his saber and slashed down.
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