Chapter 2691 - 2690: The Great Battle Erupts Again

"Their power is too terrifying, we are simply not their match. We underestimated their strength!"

"The Demon Clan is finished! We are finished too!"

"Why hasn’t that mysterious True Immortal made a move? Why doesn’t he save us? As long as he controls the Dragon God Totem and severely injures the Dragon God Clan, we can absolutely annihilate them. Why hasn’t he appeared?"

"Why is this happening? Wuji Elder, why?"

The faces of Zhu E Hun’s people were full of despair, having completely given up, with expressions all resigned to fate.

They were seriously injured, having lost the ability to fight, and survival depended entirely on luck.

"Wuji Elder, accept your fate." Jing Wushuang said with a faint smile.

Looking vacantly at Jing Wushuang, Wuji Elder asked, "Jing Wushuang, has the True Immortal been killed by Feng Wuchen?"

Wuji Elder had sent countless sound transmissions, all without response.

Therefore, Wuji Elder could only speculate that the True Immortal had been killed by Feng Wuchen.

Though very unwilling to believe it, the mysterious True Immortal had not shown up, forcing Wuji Elder to believe it.

Jing Wushuang shook his head and said, "The Supreme didn’t kill him, he simply doesn’t dare show himself."

"Doesn’t dare show himself?" Zhu E Hun and the others were stupefied and incredulous.

Possessing the Dragon God Totem, the mysterious True Immortal could suppress the Dragon God Clan, so why doesn’t he dare show himself?

"Is that so..." Wuji Elder despaired even more.

Though not knowing what happened, Wuji Elder was now certain that the mysterious True Immortal dared not act.

"Everyone, take a good rest, take the elixirs to restore your strength, we still have to welcome the strong from the Martial Soul Holy Palace, so they may witness the strength of the Dragon God Clan!" Long Shi Hun spoke calmly.

"Yes! Great Ancestor!" the people responded excitedly, the bravery and warlike nature of the Dragon God Clan displayed to the fullest.

"Great Ancestor, Zhu Tiandi and the others are severely injured and unable to fight. Should we finish them off?" Kui Ying asked respectfully.

Long Shi Hun sneered coldly, "No rush, let them witness the destruction of the Demon Clan firsthand, let them understand the consequences of the Demon Clan’s evil deeds."

"Long Shi Hun! Don’t speak so righteously. When it comes to evil deeds, the Dragon God Clan is no better! What wrong has the Demon Clan committed in striving for survival?" Zhu E Hun gritted his teeth in anger.

With a fierce gaze sweeping over Zhu E Hun, Long Shi Hun said coldly, "In pursuit of survival, the Demon Clan madly annexed various forces, slaughtered numerous innocent people, devoured countless people’s strength to boost their own. The Demon Clan started wars, massacred the Di Hun Clan, exterminated countless forces. Has the Dragon God Clan committed such heinous acts?"

"..." Zhu E Hun had no retort, his pale old face reddened with frustration, his chest about to explode with anger.

"Though the Dragon God Clan is not saintly, we never murder the innocent, despite our might, we do not oppress the weak, nor do we harm others to strengthen ourselves. That’s why the Dragon God Clan has survived to this day, and the Demon Clan’s good days are over." Long Shiyun said coldly.

"The Demon Clan’s power is incomparable to the Dragon God Clan, we admit." Wuji Elder sighed and shook his head, his pale old face extremely haggard.

"In the war back then, had Feng Wuchen not spoken, we wouldn’t have known that the Martial Soul Holy Palace had intervened." Long Shiyun continued, his cold gaze sweeping over the Ancient Profound Venerable.

The Ancient Profound Venerable slightly furrowed his brows, but didn’t speak.

"Woosh woosh woosh!"

At that moment, the powerful from the Martial Soul Holy Palace finally arrived, with figures flashing in continuously, waves of strong and fierce auras spreading forth.

The number was astonishing, reaching several tens of thousands, and all were Saintly Honor Realm and Saint Emperor powerhouses.

Leading them was Xiao Mo from the Martial Soul Holy Palace, at the Seven-Star Saint Sovereign level.

The Saint Soul Sect and the Nine Nether Temple, alongside dozens of major forces from the Profound Holy Realm, had all gathered, forming an extremely daunting lineup.

However, the expressions of Xiao Mo and the leaders of the Saint Soul Sect were heavy, even terrified.

"They finally came." Long Jianfeng sneered coldly, mockery in his voice, intense fighting spirit erupting once again.

Long Xuanfeng said with excitement, "So many have come, we can fight to our heart’s content again, just wondering how long they will last."

Long Qi clenched his right fist, his expression containing a hint of madness, fiercely saying, "Good thing they didn’t keep us waiting too long."

"Don’t attack yet, formidable enemies have arrived, the powerful from the Martial Soul Holy Palace!" Dantong shouted, immediately soaring from the Demon Domain palace.

"Let you live a little longer, but wherever you flee, you can’t escape death!" Nie Wufeng shouted.

The people of the Demon Clan paid no heed, frantically fleeing for their lives, squeezing through any gap they could find.

Long Qianye and Gu Qing Jue, along with God Shadow guards, all soared skyward.

"Xiao Mo?" Long Xiaoyang smirked coldly, "Seems the Martial Soul Holy Palace has no stronger powerhouses left."

Ni Feng had been trapped by Feng Wuchen’s Soul Body, and the ten great venerables of the Martial Soul Holy Palace had been slaughtered, Nangong Xuan and other high-level members of the Martial Soul Holy Palace were also severely injured.

Xiao Mo was now the strongest existence.

"Exterminate without mercy!" Long Xiaoyang yelled fiercely, murderous aura erupting crazily.

"Kill!" Long Taiyi and others shouted in unison, tens of thousands of strong individuals shooting forward together, the scene extraordinarily chaotic, the momentum overwhelming.

The extremely terrifying aura was soul-stirring, akin to invincible existence.

Leading them was Long Xiaoyang, at the Nine-Star Saint Sovereign level, wielding a top Holy Artifact.

Just he alone was sufficient to intimidate the tens of thousands of strong figures from the Martial Soul Holy Palace.

With six to seven strong individuals at the Seven-Star Saint Sovereign level, not to mention Long Jianfeng and others, armed with top Holy Artifacts.

This lineup was terrifying to death.

"Nine-Star Saint Sovereign! How can we possibly fight against Long Xiaoyang? It’s simply courting death!"

"Long Jianfeng and Long Xuanfeng’s powers have reached Seven-Star, Eight-Star Saint Sovereign levels, along with God Shadow protectors!"

"The Great Elder and others have been severely injured, they couldn’t even fight, let alone us."

Tens of thousands of strong figures felt extreme terror, their faces pallid, losing the momentum before they could even strike.

Even Xiao Mo’s face showed signs of terror.

"Xiao Mo, be my opponent!" Long Qi shouted, his terrifying aura soaring directly to the Eight-Star Saint Sovereign level.

Before the fight even began, the tens of thousands of strong figures from the Martial Soul Holy Palace were all breaking out in a cold sweat from fear of the Dragon God Holy Temple’s powerhouses, many Saint Emperor experts started trembling uncontrollably, their faces showing fear.

"Outrageous!" Witnessing everyone’s terrified expressions, Ancient Profound Venerable’s face twisted in rage, shouting, "Haven’t you started fighting yet? Kill without mercy!"

Tens of thousands of strong figures from the Martial Soul Holy Palace had no retreat, they could only fight desperately, subsequently roaring furiously to give themselves courage, assuming a desperate stance as they charged forth.

"This elder will not interfere." Chu Tianshu said with a casual smile.

Jing Wushuang and Bai Chongfeng also refrained from engaging, shifting their focus to the battle in the sky.

The violent and fierce battle erupted again, the intense life-and-death struggle unfolded once more.