Chapter 707 - 337: Rainfall of Raging Darkness (Part 2)

The most elite group of cultivators below the Feather Transformation Realm across the Five Continents gathered atop the desolate ruins.

The pitch-black night and the rampaging malevolent forces surrounded them, as enduring and relentless as the torrential downpour, feeling as though it would never end.

And at the center of the ruins, a frenzied giant serpent was imprisoned.

It raised its head high, its eyelids coated in tricolored purple gold, making its serpent eyes appear strange and alluring.

It gazed coldly at the holy white snake it had constricted, watching her life ebb away under its control.

Ji Xueruo’s eyes bulged painfully as she whimpered, yet she still resisted with all her might against the overwhelming force, and against the bloodline suppression coming from within her own body.

Her defiance made the giant serpent angrier; it had waited thousands of years, seeing through the white snake’s eyes many things, like the Snake Race slowly reviving miles away.

A contemptible race that shouldn’t exist at all.

To it, these ’subjects’ were nothing more than thieves of stolen power; it would never acknowledge them as its offspring. Rather, it would deal with the weak white snake here first, and then swim directly from the South Sea to Dngying to wipe out those wicked daughters.

It would become a true undying dragon, and offspring held no significance for an eternal god.

The thought nearly drove it to tighten its grip again, but it held back.

To activate the bloodline within the white snake must be done slowly; being too hasty would only turn her into a dead snake before she could awaken, causing the thread of Dragon Blood passed into her to be lost forever, a loss it couldn’t bear.

Long Chiyu withdrew her gaze; she didn’t quite understand why this snake demon was being tormented by that frenzied serpent, but she knew the girl was nearing death.

She must have been with him, right...?

Even when he left, this girl was by his side, and when they parted, it was with such reluctance to part.

Long Chiyu didn’t know why she observed so meticulously; she was never one to meddle in others’ affairs.

Yet she really was about to die.

Long Chiyu couldn’t even muster the thought to save her, as she had no time to deal with the disaster of the giant serpent behind her, with the endless wave of evil pressing her body and soul.

Many even silently thanked the white snake demon for her sacrifice, though they didn’t know her name was Ji Xueruo. In their eyes, it was this snake demon’s life that stalled the giant serpent, sparing them from being overwhelmed and attacked from all sides.

Zixun and Si Han wanted to save ’Ji Lingruo,’ but they couldn’t approach the giant serpent akin to the Snake God. The tricolored purple gold’s pressure had actually come from it; when it was in slumber, no one could move an inch, and after it awakened, even more so, no one could get near.

"Save me! Save me!"

A desperate cry for help burst through the rainy night, from a Beiao Continent cultivator who fell from the ruins from exhaustion.

Long Chiyu and other Beiao Continent cultivators immediately prepared to rescue him, but after a brief hesitation, they all halted. Although Beiao Continent cultivators were known for their exclusivity and unity, often appearing as ’rustic brutes’ to those from other continents, they watched as their compatriot was engulfed by the malevolent forces.

Because going down meant never coming back up, and the ruins built from massive fragments were their only sanctuary.

The disciple pleading for help had his body pierced by a hand, then was lifted up and torn apart. His head got stuck on the hand of the malevolent force, which then twisted his head off like dough.

He died with open eyes, his gaze met Long Chiyu’s, full of complex emotions more intricate than the most elaborate texts she’d ever read. Those emotions enveloped her, almost suffocating her.

This scene would become a nightmare in the minds of those who witnessed it, not as a tragedy, but curiously as something to be grateful for.

Because their lives were short, and soon to end.

And collaborative Beiao Continent was already the force with the least losses guarding the four directions of the trccade ruins. Even Profound Sky Sect, known for rushing to aid, suffered several fatalities.

The death of a person not only shook the morale but also made this hastily cobbled iron fortress leaky everywhere.

Fu Heng supported the near-dead Duanmu Jin, unable even to feel sorrow anymore as it had long turned to numbness.

Duanmu Jin had slain the most malevolent forces among everyone. Finally, in endless battle, he grasped the essence of his blade, but it could only be used once.

This aligned with his lifelong pursuit; legends claim the world was cleaved by a god named Pangu. He aspired to wield a blade that could split the heavens and the earth. The Eighth Elder appreciated such dominance, which was rare as most people use dominance against others but rarely against the earth and sky with such pure ruggedness.

The Eighth Elder had high hopes for this disciple, and Duanmu Jin did not disappoint. His strike demolished over one hundred meters of the eastern malevolent tide, the collapsed ground forming a natural barrier to their advance.