At the entrance of the Pantheon Palace.
The pitch-black mountain wall suddenly rippled like water, and two figures rushed out. Dorgon lifted Baker Richardson, who was in a state of confusion, and rose into the air. He stood in the air, his brown eyes calmly scanning the surroundings.
He saw a drone floating near Ox Mountain as a surveillance drone. He saw many Bosch's Blood Descendants stationed in the distance where human vision could not reach.
He saw the military personnel with real guns blocking the road to Bull Mountain, and he saw scouts lurking in the dense forest.
Within the Ox Mountain Range, not even the slightest movement of grass or any intelligent creature could escape his senses.
Bull Mountain was still under Bosch's control, which meant that the Blood Descendants of the Superpower Association had not occupied this place. Was it because there was not enough time?
Perhaps, this battle should have lasted longer. With the stamina of extreme masters, unless it was a one-sided battle, it would be impossible to end the battle quickly.
However, the appearance of Evil Dao Wang Chen ended the battle prematurely.
"Evil Dao!" Dorgon slowly let out a murky breath.
His physical body was annihilated, and his remnant soul also returned to heaven and earth during the Dao Discussion. Unexpectedly, there was still a soul left in this world.
A centipede died, but it did not fall down.
Defeating Armies's idea was correct. If Evil Dao had not been killed eighty years ago, they would not even be here today.
"But you still underestimated him." Dorgon glanced at his arm that had turned dark green, where Defeating Armies's shell resided.
Without self-consciousness, the shell was like a newborn baby, acting completely on instinct. Dorgon easily suppressed it in his left arm.
The situation was not too bad. Although the Superpower Association did not occupy Bull Mountain, Bosch did not seem to have mobilized too many troops here, which meant that the battle between Bosch and the Superpower Association was not over yet.
The Superpower Association had restrained Bosch.
Although Qing Shi had 'fallen', his shell was not destroyed, which was a blessing in disguise.
Dorgon recalled the scene just now, and he still had some lingering fear.
If that sword had targeted him, Defeating Armies's outcome would have been the same as Dorgon's.
In fact, if not for the fact that Li Xianyu and the others had also suffered a mental shock, the demon's sword could have completely ended this battle that had lasted for countless years.
Dorgon's ears twitched as he heard the commotion coming from the entrance of the Pantheon Palace behind him. Without hesitation, he grabbed Baker Richardson and flew into the sky.
He did not escape immediately. Instead, he wandered around the Ox Mountain scenic area for a while and locked onto a small river.
Ice Slag and Great-grandmother rushed out of the Pantheon Palace. After looking around for a moment, they saw Dorgon and Baker Richardson floating above the river.
The former, like them, had already broken free from the state of mental confusion, while the latter was still in a state of confusion, like a drunkard who had too much to drink.
The ice dregs let out a shrill cry, flapped their wings, and flew across the sky like a red line of fire.
"Humph, just wait and see!" Dorgon grinned and threw out some pleasantries before diving into the clear river.
The ice shards followed closely behind and crashed into the river.
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The river let out an explosive sound, and the entire river seemed to be boiling. It started to churn and steam rose.
The cold, clear river water quickly evaporated, and a few seconds later, a dry and cracked riverbed was revealed.
Great-grandmother was not in a hurry to give chase. Instead, she turned her head and looked upstream. The water there was rapidly covering the dry and cracked riverbed, but when it was a hundred meters away from the ice shards, it sizzled and emitted smoke as it rapidly evaporated.
"Gone?" Great-grandmother floated in the air, frowning.
The ice shards' body was surrounded by flames and flowing lava. His face could not be seen clearly, but his voice was exceptionally cold. "He escaped along the underground river."
There was a lot of water in Ox Mountain, and the underground river was complicated like a spider's web. It was the best escape route.
Furthermore, to the Blood Descendants who were not Water Ability Users, the underground river was completely unreasonable. It was because they could not enter it unless they overturned the entire mountain.
No, not even an ordinary Water Ability User could do it.
In the entire Blood Descendants World, only Dorgon, the Heaven-class Water God, could do it.
His Water Ability User could be said to be unprecedented, inherited from the Ruler.
And water and earth were the best isolation barriers to conceal the fluctuations of his aura.
"I'm so angry. They escaped again. We fought for so long for nothing," Great-grandmother said angrily.
"How is it for nothing?" The ice shards said calmly, "We have completely turned the tables. We set up a trap in the Pantheon Palace because we had no other choice. We did not want to sit back and wait for death. Even so, our chances of winning were not high. If not for the demon's sword of will coming from thousands of miles away, it is very likely that we would have been defeated.
"But it is different now. Pojun's soul has been annihilated, and only Dorgon and Beck Richardson are left."
Great-grandmother thought about it and felt that it made sense. "That's right."
The corner of the ice shards' mouth twitched. The sarcastic words rushed to his throat, but he swallowed them back.
Somewhere underground, far away from Ox Mountain, Dorgon blasted open a cave that could accommodate about ten people with brute force. He pressed his hands on the wet walls and extracted the water from the soil. The walls quickly dried and hardened.
After doing all this, he finally heard Beck Richardson groan softly. He covered his head and regained consciousness.
President Beck, who sensed that he was in an unfamiliar environment, tensed up. He subconsciously reached out and searched around him.
"Don't be nervous. You are safe," Dorgon interrupted. He did not want Beck to destroy this hiding place that he had painstakingly created.
Beck Richardson heard his voice and calmed down slightly. He searched around him for a while and said in a deep voice, "Where is my Kusanagi sword?"
Dorgon smiled. "It is with me. Don't worry. It was not taken away by the Unparalleled Fighting Souls."
What is the difference between being in the Unparalleled Fighting Souls' hands and being in your hands?
Beck Richardson paused slightly. He looked calm on the surface and asked, "Is Pojun dead?"
When he asked this question, the terrifying sword appeared in his mind again. He had not felt this kind of fear for many years. Beck Richardson recalled that he had been forcibly sent to the battlefield by a special agent of a certain country because he had awakened his special ability. At that time, he was still very weak and had to struggle to survive in a rain of bullets. When he faced the powerful cannonballs, he felt this kind of fear, a fear that came from his soul.
It was because he knew that he was as insignificant as an ant in front of such a powerful weapon.
Although the Army Destroyer Ruler was very powerful, Baker Richardson didn't believe that he would be able to survive the Demon Dao Forgetting Mundane's sword attack.
Dorgon sat cross-legged and placed the Kusanagi sword on his knees. He pondered for a moment. "You can say that Evil Dust's sword directly destroyed Pojun's spirit. From a human's point of view, he is dead. "
Although he had already guessed it, Beck Richardson could not help but feel his heart sink. This was not good news. He did hope that Dorgon or Qing Shi could sacrifice themselves to reduce the number of opponents.
After all, they were plastic allies. After defeating the enemy, they would have to fight a civil war.
However, the enemy was not finished, and a strong ally had died.
How could they fight this? Unparalleled Fighting Souls, Phoenix, Qin Ze, and three young half-step Extreme Daos.
It was obvious that they had exceeded the limits of what he and Dorgon could contend with.
Most importantly, Forgotten Dust was not dead and had chosen to join the Bosch camp.
"Didn't Pojun say that he had already killed Evil Dust? What's going on now?" Beck Richardson gritted his teeth. "With just Evil Dust, we can already throw in the towel and admit defeat."
"Evil Dust's appearance has indeed caught me off guard. Over the past four hundred years, he is not the most talented blood descendant I have seen, but he is the most tenacious. " Dorgon sighed, his tone somewhat emotional. "He was able to move forward bravely in the face of adversity, reach the peak of Extreme Grade, and create the Three Talents Sword Art. Talent is one of the reasons, and tenacity is another."
Since ancient times, geniuses were like leeks that came one after another.
However, talent was not that important in terms of achievement. There were too many factors such as opportunity, environment, and personality.
Evil Dust's achievement was based on the right time, right place, and right people. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was born with the right circumstances.
"Don't worry. What we saw in the Pantheon Palace was Evil Dust's spirit, a part of it. His existence does not conform to the Heavenly Dao. It is fine if he is struggling at death's door, but once he appears, he only has one chance to strike."
Beck Richardson's eyes lit up. "He is already dead?"
Dorgon nodded.
Baker Richardson heaved a sigh of relief. But a few seconds later, he punched the ground fiercely. He was frustrated and furious. "Damn it, all our advantages are gone. They've turned the tables."
"Now, with just the two of us, how can we fight Bosch? Even with the Supers Association as our backing, our top combat power is not enough, and we still can't change the outcome."
"Moreover, we didn't get the fruit, and most of the blood descendants dispatched by the Supers Association this time will have to stay in China."
"It's hard to say whether I can keep my position as president."
"Damn it, damn it, damn it …"
Baker Richardson pounded the ground with his fists. He was still considered cautious, controlling his strength and not unleashing his Qi.
Dorgon vomited, his Adam's apple moved, and he spat out a leather wallet from his mouth. Then, under Beck Richardson's shocked gaze, he took out a cigar, cut the tobacco, and lit it.
"Too young." Dorgon spat out a mouthful of green smoke. "You can't control your emotions after a little setback, and feel like the sky is falling? Regret? Don't know what to do? "
"Surrendering is definitely impossible. Bosch won't let you go. You'll face the blame of the Supers Association when you return to the country. If you don't handle it well, you might even be pushed out and become a scapegoat. "
"The future is bleak. I shouldn't have been impulsive and restrained my greed. Then, there wouldn't be so many problems now."
"You're still cursing me and Defeating Armies in your heart. Two old monsters, two pieces of trash. That's all you've got."
Beck Richardson's expression gradually turned ugly as he stared at Dorgon. "Is it fun to mock me?"
"After all, humans have only lived for forty to fifty years. Excluding the growth period, it's only twenty to thirty years. There's a limit to how much you've experienced. In the end, you're still too young."
"Let's not talk about Defeating Armies. I, myself, have been in the army all my life. From the founding of the Qing Dynasty until now, I've seen all kinds of storms and waves."
"There's nothing in this world that matters. Life and death don't matter. You're so upset over a mere setback. What great things can you achieve?"
This was probably the state of mind of an Immortal. They had truly achieved the state of mind where even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, their expressions would not change.
Defeating Armies had fallen. The tables had turned. The situation had been turned upside down.
Upset?
Annoyed.
Angry?
Angry.
But emotions could not shake Dorgon's will. Even when he was plotted against by Qin Ze in the southern border, losing part of the remains and falling in level, Dorgon did not let anger fill his mind and let his emotions affect his judgment.
He immediately fled.
Then, he quickly calmed down and continued to plan for the next battle.
This was the state of mind of an Immortal.
In comparison, the extreme experts of the human race were still too fragile.
Dorgon puffed out smoke rings. "Even if we lose, at worst, we can just give up on the fruit. With the remains, I can still roam the world freely. Even if I'm driven into a corner, at worst, I'll just die. "
"I've lived for so many years and seen so many deaths. Death is no longer something to be afraid of. "
Of course, it doesn't matter to you. You've lived for more than four hundred years. Compared to you, my mere forty to fifty years of life is no different from an infant.
You've lived long enough, but I haven't.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Beck Richardson asked in a deep voice.
"The situation is far from as bad as you think," Dorgon said. "We still have a high chance of winning."
His eyes could not see, and he was in the dark, but Beck Richardson was keenly aware of the high fighting spirit and excitement in Dorgon's emotions.
He did not agree with this excitement, but he could more or less understand it.
This was the excitement of a guy who had lived for too long and had finally found a challenge that could make his blood boil.
President Beck recalled this guy's historical deeds. He was an outstanding strategist and politician, but deep down, he was not a person who yearned for peace and joy.
Perhaps, in addition to the fruit, the game and battle with the extreme experts of the Bosch camp were also things that he yearned for and looked forward to.
Beck Richardson did not agree with this kind of excitement, because he was a gambler and a capitalist. Capitalists only chased after profits and fruits.
How much was fighting and hot-blooded worth?
"From what you're saying, there's still a turning point?" Beck Richardson asked.
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