The intense battle was nearing its end.
The elders and protectors of the Nightmare Race were all heavily injured, and their clansmen suffered heavy casualties. Even if they were strong, they could not withstand the continuous attacks of the Dragon Soul.
Other than the Nightmare Race and the Demon Emperor, there were only a few dozen clansmen left. It was a tragic sight.
The Blazing Sky Shrine was not much better. The two elders, Ying Gaohan and Ji Zifeng, had fallen and lost their ability to fight. Many ancient Immortal Supremacies were slaughtered.
The Blazing Sky Shrine had less than twenty experts left, and they were all heavily injured. It was a complete defeat.
The Myriad Ancient Sacred Hall was even more miserable. There were less than ten survivors.
Tang Chenxin was also facing the danger of being beheaded by Chu Shitian.
"Old thing, you seem to be very afraid," Chu Shitian sneered mockingly. The Rank Nine Ancient Immortal Sword was already on the neck of the heavily injured Tang Chenxin.
Tang Chenxin would definitely die if the sword slashed down.
"Nightmare Race Ancestor, ask Ancient God Xuan Yu to save us!" Tang Chenxin shouted in panic. He only knew what fear was when he was facing death.
"Nightmare Race Ancestor, ask Ancient God Xuan Yu to save us! Otherwise, we will all die, "the Demon Emperor hurriedly shouted. He was also panicking.
The only one who could save them now was Ancient God Xuan Yu.
Even if the Dragon Soul had Feng Wuchen's secret help, it was impossible for them to fight against an Ancient God expert.
"…" The Nightmare Race Ancestor's face was extremely gloomy, and he did not speak.
The Nightmare Race only had their current strength with the help of Ancient God Xuan Yu and Ancient God Xuan Hao. But now, they were completely crushed by the Dragon Soul and suffered heavy casualties.
How could the Nightmare Race Ancestor face Ancient God Xuan Yu and Ancient God Xuan Hao?
"Weren't you very arrogant before? Why are you asking the Nightmare Race for help now? "Leng Ren sneered disdainfully.
"No one can save the people who killed my Dragon Soul," Yanhu said coldly.
The Heaven Demon said fiercely, "All the enemies of the Dragon Soul must die! You dare to attack our Dragon Soul, what awaits you is death! "
"Don't celebrate too early. Frankly speaking, even if Ancient God Xuan Yu came, he might not be able to save you," Chu Shitian said with a mocking sneer, not the slightest bit worried or afraid.
The title of a soul-power ancient god wasn't just for show!
"Ancient God Xuan Yu?" Feng Wuchen's cold voice suddenly rang out, and his figure appeared in the void.
Feng Wuchen's appearance caused everyone's gaze to sweep over.
The Nightmare Ancestor's ferocious and murderous gaze was fixed on Feng Wuchen.
It was this man in front of them. His strength was not strong, but he had caused the three great forces to suffer heavy casualties!
"Is the Lord of Dragon Soul not weakened at all?" The Nephilim Emperor frowned slightly. This was completely different from what he had expected.
"Demon Emperor Clan Leader, didn't you say that this is the High Lord's weakness? Why is the Great Lord still able to hold on after so long? "Qiu Tian asked with a cold smile. After the intense battle, the Demon Emperor's aura had weakened significantly.
In comparison, Qiu Tian was still at his peak, and his strength was like a bottomless pit.
"…" The Demon Emperor was speechless.
"Lord of Dragon Soul, I'm very curious. How did you escape from me?" The Nightmare Ancestor asked in a gloomy voice. He couldn't figure it out.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you." Feng Wuchen said coldly, "I was controlled by the Evil Emperor's power and couldn't move, so I couldn't escape. However, when you dispelled the Evil Emperor's power, I saw hope. After you injured me, I took the opportunity to escape. If it weren't for you, the Dragon Soul wouldn't have had a chance to counterattack."
"You were trapped by me. It's impossible for you to escape without me noticing! No matter how strong your movement technique is, you still need to activate your power to use it. "The Nightmare Ancestor frowned deeply. He didn't believe that Feng Wuchen had such a powerful escape technique.
"It's not difficult for me to escape from you. Besides, you're not that strong," Feng Wuchen said coldly. There was a hint of disdain in his tone.
The Nightmare Ancestor's face twitched. He wanted to swallow Feng Wuchen alive.
"You've provided power to so many people in the Dragon Soul. It should have consumed a lot of your power. Why do you look unaffected?" The Demon Emperor asked with a frown.
Glancing at the Demon Emperor, Feng Wuchen smiled coldly. "Because my recovery speed is faster than my consumption speed. Besides, I have pills to recover my power."
"I see." The Demon Emperor finally understood. It was no wonder Qiu Tian said that he didn't know Feng Wuchen well.
"My Lord, should we cut off this old thing's head now?" Chu Shitian asked respectfully.
Tang Chenxin's expression changed drastically. He was terrified.
"Kill!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.
"No!" Tang Chenxin shouted in fear. "Nightmare Ancestor, save me! Save me! "
"Chu Shitian! Stop! "The Demon Emperor roared.
"Hiss!"
Chu Shitian slashed with his sword without hesitation. Tang Chenxin's head flew off as blood spurted out.
"Grand Elder!" The Demon Emperor was shocked.
"Grand Elder!" The Blazing Sky Temple's elites shouted in fear.
"Whoosh!"
Feng Wuchen flicked his finger. A wisp of white flame shot out and engulfed Tang Chenxin's head, burning it instantly.
Tang Chenxin was dead!
"Tang Chenxin is dead …" Xiao Wuxuan, Ying Gaohan, and the others were scared out of their wits.
"Gulp …"
The Celestial Moon Pavilion and Ghost Underworld Immortal Palace elites who were watching the battle swallowed their saliva in fear. They couldn't even speak.
"Tang Chenxin is dead!" Zhuge Qinghuai was extremely shocked. His body was trembling violently.
Fen Tianji was also completely stunned. His old face was stiff and lifeless.
"All of you must die! Even if Ancient God Xuan Yu comes, he won't be able to save you! "Feng Wuchen said coldly. His bone-chilling voice was soul-stirring.
It was because the Blazing Sky Temple's Demon Emperor had ordered the killing of dozens of Dragon Soul members.
"Arrogant and conceited! How dare you look down on Ancient God Xuan Yu! Do you really think our Nightmare Race is easy to bully? "Mo Qianxiao exploded in anger.
"The Dragon Soul is indeed powerful, but without the powerful Pangu Art to increase their strength and heal their injuries, not many of the Dragon Soul members would have survived. A mere force from the Ancient Immortal World dares to be so arrogant in front of an Ancient God!" Mo Tuo gritted his teeth in anger.
The Demon Emperor frowned slightly and thought, 'Is the master of Dragon Soul that confident? Even if he can heal the Dragon Soul and all the members of the four races, he can't fight against an Ancient God. '
"Nightmare Patriarch, ask Ancient God Xuan Yu to save us!" The Demon Emperor panicked. He was completely terrified.
"Nightmare Patriarch, our lives are in your hands. Please ask Ancient God Xuan Yu to deal with the Dragon Soul!" Xiao Wuxuan also said.
Feng Wuchen looked at Nightmare Patriarch and sneered. "Nightmare Patriarch, you have no other choice but to ask Ancient God Xuan Yu to help. I want to see what kind of expression you will have when Ancient God Xuan Yu can't save you."
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