On the ground battlefield, after leaving behind several thousand corpses, both sides sounded the retreat.
There was no helping it; they couldn't fight at all. Ever since Yun Ming and Tang Chen began their battle, sword qi and Spear Light would fall from the sky from time to time. Anything they touched was either killed or maimed, and half of the casualties had been caused this way. How could they possibly keep fighting like this? Fleeing to save their lives was the only logical choice.
The three remaining indigenous powerhouses of the Blood Spirit Continent—Saint Spirit Old Man, Netherworld King, and Blood Shadow King—had all returned to their ground armies, silently awaiting the outcome of the battle in the sky. After being cleared out by the two figures above at the very beginning, they had recognized the true nature of this battle. They were merely supporting roles; the outcome of the ground battle was irrelevant, as the two titans above were the true protagonists.
Han Yang looked at the sky, which was constantly shifting between blood and gold, and spoke to Saint Spirit Old Man, who was also observing the celestial phenomena beside him.
"Elder Shen, I wonder how the battle above is going, and how is the Lord?"
Saint Spirit Old Man sensed carefully, but in the end, he shook his head.
"I don't know. The battle is too intense, and the Soul Power fields of the Lord and that powerhouse are too strong; it is impossible to perceive anything."
Han Yang's heart was shaken. Was the gap between top-tier powerhouses really this vast? Although to Han Yang, both Saint Spirit Old Man and Yun Ming were top-tier powerhouses who could be called giants, if even Saint Spirit Old Man couldn't perceive the situation above, just how strong were those two?
Saint Spirit Old Man had no intention of minding the disrespect in Han Yang's heart; he was currently completely immersed in the shock brought to him by Yun Ming and Tang Chen. It turned out that he was still such a long distance away from the peak of a Heaven's Chosen, which was truly both joyful and sorrowful!
Two completely contradictory emotions coexisted in Saint Spirit Old Man's heart. As a practitioner, he was joyful that he could witness the end of the path of cultivation in his lifetime, but given his personal aptitude, it was basically impossible to touch this realm, so how could he not be sorrowful?
On the other side, within the Blood Spirit Alliance, Netherworld King and Blood Shadow King were likely feeling the same way, except that their status as 'Kings' gave them a few more concerns: with the two titans above being so strong, unless they perished together, it would be difficult for them to rise up and become masters again.
Just as the higher-ups of both sides were feeling anxious about the outcome of the battle in the sky, a blood-colored heavy sword fell from the heavens, piercing the earth and burying itself deep underground.
All three of them saw it, but before they could go to investigate, the situation in the sky changed drastically. A heaven-shaking explosion rang out, and before they could react to what was happening, the world before their eyes was replaced by a vast whiteness, and they themselves were forced to their knees by the pressure that transcended the mortal realm.
Everyone lay on the ground, unable to move. They struggled to crawl up, but no matter what, they could not do so.
They were filled with panic, but in this vast war that felt like one between gods, they were so weak. All they could face was the result of this war. Under that terrifying collision, they were like ants, unable to do anything at all.
It was unknown how much time had passed before everything gradually subsided. The light outside dimmed, and everyone finally regained control of their bodies. However, the previous instinctual fear was too terrifying; even though they had recovered, they were still trembling like cicadas in winter, not daring to make a sound. It wasn't until a figure crashed into the earth from the sky, kicking up a large cloud of dust, that they moved.
Seeing someone fall, Saint Spirit Old Man, Netherworld King, and Blood Shadow King knew the result had been decided and hurried over to investigate.
Although the three could not see the face of the charred, barely breathing figure on the ground, they could tell who it was from the physique and build.
Saint Spirit Old Man's expression changed slightly, his heart filled with tension. If Yun Ming was lying on the ground like this, did it mean he had lost? Would they, as his subordinates, be finished? The expressions of the other two were also not very good. Had Tang Chen won and remained in the sky, or had he been beaten into dust?
The two kings quickly changed their expressions and loudly congratulated the dying Tang Chen.
"Congratulations, my lord, on defeating the powerful enemy!" x2
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No one replied. The two kings looked at each other and offered another congratulation.
"Congratulations, my lord, on defeating the powerful enemy!" x2
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"My lord?"
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Still, no one replied. Now, all three seemed to understand the situation: was it a pyrrhic victory for Yun Ming, and had Tang Chen died?
Netherworld King and Blood Shadow King quickly flew into the sky to circle around, and finding no other traces, the two looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Hahahahaha—"
They were overjoyed; they had actually waited for the result of these two perishing together. This was truly a double blessing! Although Yun Ming wasn't dead yet, wouldn't it be enough if they just helped him along?
Listening to the laughter from the sky, Saint Spirit Old Man also understood the final outcome of the battle, and the pressure in his heart dissipated completely.
The two kings landed back on the ground, and Blood Shadow King looked at the relieved Saint Spirit Old Man and smiled.
"Elder Shen, congratulations!"
Saint Spirit Old Man glanced at him and said indifferently.
"It is I who should congratulate you. That person is gone without a trace, and you have regained your freedom."
Blood Shadow King grinned.
"Same to you, aren't you in the same boat?"
Saint Spirit Old Man frowned slightly. He understood what the other party meant, but he was hesitant about whether he really wanted to do this. Yun Ming was too strong; if he still had any trump cards left, today might be the day he lost his life.
Netherworld King looked at the silent Saint Spirit Old Man and said expressionlessly.
"Elder Shen, you wouldn't be thinking of protecting this person, would you?"
"If this person dies, you will be the new Number One Under Heaven. Your Shen Family can also take over the forces he left behind and become the master of the new strongest kingdom on the continent. With such high returns, you should think it through."
At this moment, the higher-ups from both sides had also arrived. The two kings' men naturally followed their kings' lead, but when Han Yang saw Netherworld King trying to persuade Saint Spirit Old Man to cooperate with them, he was naturally shocked and said.
"Elder Shen, do not be deceived by them! Protect the Lord, and you can unify the continent. Your Shen Family will be the heroes of the entire continent, with your names passed down through the ages! Do not do something you will regret!"
Seeing a little weakling like Han Yang dare to talk back to him, black light flashed in Netherworld King's eyes, and the majesty of a Title Douluo pressed down heavily, flipping him and his horse over together.
"Daring to chatter in front of this King, you're seeking death!"
As he spoke, a ray of soul light shot from his hand, intending to completely erase the fallen Han Yang.
Seeing this, Han Yang's face changed drastically. He resisted the pressure and growled.
"Elder Shen!"
However, after Saint Spirit Old Man glanced at him, he had no intention of intervening. After witnessing the battle between Yun Ming and Tang Chen, he no longer cared about being the 'Number One Under Heaven'; he felt he wasn't worthy of it. It was just that the prospect of his Shen Family becoming kings or assisting Yun Ming in unifying the world made him waver and struggle, but he couldn't decide what to choose for the moment. Regardless, Han Yang's death would be more beneficial than harmful to him, so he had no reason to save him!
Han Yang saw that Saint Spirit Old Man remained unmoved, and his heart was filled with resentment. He turned his head to look at Yun Ming, his eyes brimming with tears, and murmured.
"Lord, you must survive!"
Seeing this little piece of trash still thinking about his master before death, Netherworld King felt a sense of admiration for the man's loyalty, yet he also thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having such a loyal dog at his mercy. He shouted sternly.
"Go to hell!"
Han Yang watched as the soul light drew near, sighing in his heart that his life was at an end! He closed his eyes, waiting for death. But just at this moment of life and death, the situation changed again; he suddenly felt a violent fluctuation of Soul Power erupt abruptly from ahead.
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