in pots, but to his surprise, their defense was unexpectedly strong. A hint of anger flashed in Bear's eyes. He let out a roar, a gray light flickered on his claws, resembling rocks growing out, and h...Hordes of shadowy ophidians swarmed in, being cut down wave after wave by Wen He and Zhi Jiang.

The demonic corpses scattered like rain, and the floating bodies on the gloomy surface of the Corpse Transformation Lake below had already accumulated dozens of zhang high. The swarms of mayflies behind them still surged forward relentlessly.

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Fei Ba Yang several faces solemn, among one or two originally still somewhat restless, wanting to with forceful means directly open the situation.

After witnessing Wen He's abilities, the power of Chi Zhu's divine arts, and Zhi's relentless onslaught, his original plan was scrapped. Now, he decided to work together honestly, focusing on wearing down the two powerful Dragon Clan members first.

The cunning and tenacious Chanyu fought cautiously, leaving only two extremely small openings for the Zhiling to exploit.

As the onslaught intensified, even the two powerful figures found themselves struggling against the overwhelming sheer number of the flying serpents. They were forced to retreat step by step.

A deafening boom echoed behind him, followed by a startling crimson light.

As he hastily turned back, a bloody passage appeared behind him, emanating an oddly familiar crimson aura—it was the exact same energy as Muye Wujiang's.

And the once imposing Makino Mugen was now withered with age. His hair was white as snow, and his emaciated frame bore the weight of excessive depletion in his source power. He seemed like he could be blown over by a gust of wind.

A dryness scratched at his throat, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"With my strength, I can only barely open the passage to this point. Your journey may encounter some resistance, you two youngsters, hurry and leave!" Muye Wujiang said in a hoarse voice.

"Elder Three, let's go together." Zhijiang was originally subdued by Lu Xiaitian in the East China Sea, while Wen He was from the Dragon Clan secret realm with Mu Ye Wujang. When they were young, Wen He was taken care of a lot by Mu Ye Wujang, so their feelings were different.

This will see that Mukano Mujiang's lifespan is coming to an end, and there is an indescribable reluctance to let go.

“The entrance to the passage must be kept manned, otherwise it will close now and no one will be able to get through. Go!” Makino Mugen shouted fiercely.

"Elder Four!" Zhijiang's nose felt sour. During his time ruling over the East Sea, he never imagined anyone would risk their life to give him a chance to survive.

“Dragons were born from war, and they desire to carve out their own place in the myriad realms. It is inevitable that many of their kin will have to sacrifice themselves. Tell the Dragon Lord for me, I can no longer fight alongside him. Let's go, don't let my sacrifice be in vain!”

"Elder Wen," Wen He called out tearfully, addressing Zhejiang, "Zhejiang, let's go!"

“I, Chejiang, swear on my life that I will return one day and wipe out the entire Clan of Deep Gloom Ephemeral Snakes!” Chejiang’s eyes bloodshot as he and Wenhe retreated into the bloody passage.

“Want to leave All of you stay here with me.” Hearing Zhezhang’s vow, Fupa Yang let out a ferocious roar and charged forward. At this critical juncture, he naturally couldn't use the delaying tactics from before.

The other four Great Luo Jinxian-level Shenyou Fox Snakes, seeing the ducks almost fly away, also each unleashed their killing moves.

“Great ambition still unfulfilled, the dragon's soul shines across the cosmos. A lifetime of aspirations yet to be achieved, one sword cuts through millennia!”

Maki no Mujū's mouth chanted sound, his body dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye into dots of spiritual light. These lights converged into a giant sword with dragon patterns.

The instant this gigantic sword condensed, a wave of coldness washed over Fu Ba Yang, who was at the front. He felt as if he were being targeted by a monstrous beast. Instinctively, Fu Ba Yang froze for a moment, swinging several magic swords forward in a desperate attempt to block the terrifyingly powerful strike.

“Stop him!”

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Five Great Luo Jinxian-level profound slumbering snakes were each greatly threatened and simultaneously attacked the dragon-patterned giant sword. A shrill shriek, followed by a violent crashing sound, erupted.

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With each strike, the Dragon-patterned Greatsword's brilliance dimmed by a fraction, until finally, cracks spread across its surface, and it shattered with a resounding crack.

Inside, a dragon shadow gazed at the blood-colored passage that had closed for the most part. There was no regret in its eyes. A gust of gloomy wind blew, and the dragon shadow dissipated, as if it had never been in this place.

"Damn it, that old bastard." Shen Mu Shan was furious, no one had expected that Mu Ye Wujiang would ultimately use his own life to open a path for the other two dragon clans.

And they were held back by Mukuno's desperate last stand in the vast fields, already missing the best time to pursue.

At this time, the bloody passage had slowly begun to heal. Having witnessed the price that Muye Wujang paid for forcibly opening the passage, no one present dared to easily attempt this strange taboo.

They were considered one of the strongest creatures in this eerie, undead-filled pool. They had never discovered that such a passage was hidden within the stone wall.

It was the very ones who were desperate and fleeing here that ended up being discovered by these few dragons, who in their final moments, found a way out of this hopeless situation.

“These dragon clan members really are something. Hearing this old man’s words, there's even a so-called Dragon Master, his methods must be even more formidable. A deadly feud has been forged, and two more have run off, what a never-ending headache.” Chen Dong looked worried.

"What are you afraid of Casting Worry Mountain is just one corner of the battlefield between immortals and demons. The other side can't stay on the battlefield with us forever, can they"

If that doesn't work, just send some people to guard the exits. It's unlikely even with these two dragons they would be able to live and escape. It wouldn't be easy to get word out.

"If there are indeed higher-realm dragons appearing, our secluded Fufeng Serpent clan isn't without powerhouses in the Yuanshen Demon Body realm. With someone powerful enough to hold up the sky, what's there to fear" Fuzi Ming let out a cold snort.

“The Immortal Demon Battlefield's opening means opportunity and challenge for us. If we can't seize enough of heaven, earth, and luck, we might not even survive this calamity. We can't just cower back and wait for death because the enemy is strong.”

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"You're right. Let's keep an eye on the exit. If those two dragon clans appear, we'll join forces to eradicate them. These dragons are incredibly powerful. Even if the five of us work together, we can still gain significant benefits. It's a pity that the old dragon monster earlier was completely obliterated; it's a waste of all that flesh and blood."

The wind howled and lightning crackled, as Xiang Kuang had already brought the disaster zone into the midst of the Corpse Jiao army. Wherever he passed, the Corpse Jiao army was turned into dust, and a terrifying aura of death spread everywhere.

In the midst of this disaster's breath, Jiao Yong fought back and forth with Xiang Kuang, but more often he was forced to deal with that terrifying wind, fire, lightning.

Makino Hirotsuki was trapped within the Corpse Jiao army's battle formation. He dashed left and right, but couldn't escape. Although Ziral had inflicted heavy casualties on them, more Corpse Jiao continuously poured in to reinforce their ranks.

By now, Makino Hirochika was covered in at least a dozen arrows, his armor stained red with blood. The aura of the Great Luo Golden Immortal-grade dragon's blood only served to further incite the frenzied attacks of the corpse pythons.

Fortunately, Xiang Kuang broke through with his formidable might of wind, fire, and thunder. He disrupted the Corpse Dragon Army's formation, shaking it to its core. Otherwise, Mu Ye Hongchen would have likely been unable to hold out until now.

Lu XiaTian walked through layers of mist and arrived on a stretch of land. The ground was littered with the remains of corpses, including those of corpse dragons, demon snakes, and magic pythons.

Every battlefield ruin displays the ferocity of the battle.

As someone highly sensitive to energy, Lu Xia Tian naturally detected the lingering dragon energy.

“It seems that Zilu's situation is not good. Kuangshu is actually attacking the Daluo Jinxian level at this critical juncture. There is the aura of Qiyeling Xinchu here, and it is very likely that Huangye Mojun has already rushed over here.”

Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel a headache, but he wouldn't give up searching for Zi Luo and the others just because of the fear of the Night Demon Monarch. At worst, if he encountered the Night Demon Monarch again, he would be captured and used for alchemy by it.

Lu Xia Tian marched forward, just as a powerful shadow descended upon the head of Zi Luo.

“To oppress a junior with the might of your demonic body, this is how imposing the Chi Jiao clan's prestige truly is” The roaring dragon voice reverberated, instantly causing the disarrayed Chi Jiao army to become even more chaotic.

This dragon roar was unleashed by Lu Xia Tian using the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sound Divine Ability. Ordinary low-level Corpse Jiao couldn't withstand it; their brains were directly shaken into a mushy state, causing them to faint in droves.

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"Lord Dragon!" Even though Zi Luo, Ying Xuanming, and Mu Yeno Hongchen were already in a desperate situation, they couldn't help but be overjoyed upon hearing this.

"You finally made it, kid. Hurry up and separate these Corpse Wyrm legions for me, this calamity has increased too much, I might not be able to hold on."

Xiang Kuang, hearing Lu Xia Tian's voice, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He wasn't worried about his own safety. Due to the influence of the Corpse Flood Army, the aura of calamity had grown too strong. Success meant life, failure meant death.

His life or death wasn't the primary concern, what truly mattered was that he didn't want to cause the deaths of the three powerful dragon clan warriors who had come to aid him.

Lu Xia Tian's arrival at the crucial moment was a relief, solving his major worries.

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"Another dragon clan member, reaching such a level of cultivation is quite rare. However, do you think that by coming alone, you can take these few dragons away from my army You're overestimating yourself."

Void stood amidst dark clouds, a white-bearded old dragon in grey robes swayed. He was initially shaken by Lu Xiaoteng's Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, but now regaining his composure, he saw that only Lu Xiaoteng had come alone. A sneer escaped his lips as he greedily eyed Lu Xiaoteng instead.

Zilu, Ying Xuanming, Mu Ye Hongchen—these few Daluo Jinxian-level dragon clans were rare treasures. After all, powerful dragon clan members of this level were too uncommon these days.

Although Zilu's cultivation helped Gu Mingjiao Huang to some extent, it was ultimately still limited. He couldn't achieve a complete transformation, let alone break through the current limitations of his realm.

However, this individual, Lu Xiaitian, whose strength already posed a significant threat to him, came alone. If he could capture Lu Xiaitian, the situation for Gu Mingjiao Huang would be vastly different.

"Then let's give it a try. Dare to harm my kin, I want to see if you Shi Jiao can bear the consequences."

Lu Xia Tian's voice hadn't fallen yet, he had already directly charged into the zombie army formation. The top priority was still to clear a batch of the surrounding corpse dragons first.

He himself was not afraid, but Mukaino Koshin's body was scorched black with dozens of arrows piercing him. His body swayed precariously, clearly at the end of his strength.

Ying Xuanming and Zi Luo were in slightly better condition, both bearing injuries. Gu Ming Jiao Huang should have just arrived. The injuries on several of them were not inflicted by Gu Ming Jiao Huang's attacks.

“Such big words.” Guming Jiao Huang raised his eyebrows, seeing Lu Xiaoteng start attacking the surrounding low-level corpse dragons. He no longer held back, reaching out with a slap that sent a huge palm shadow crashing down.

Both parties were testing each other's depth. At this time, Lu Xiaoteng had arrived near Makino Hirotsugu and greeted him with a one-style dragon seal.

With a deafening boom, a terrifying wave of energy rippled outwards. Weaker low-level Corpse Jao were shattered instantly by the shockwave, while those with slightly more power were flung back.

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Lu Xia Tian stood on the ground, motionless. The lone-roaring Corpse Emperor, standing amidst rolling corpse qi, however, jerked his body upwards and flew several miles into the sky. The surrounding corpse qi also surged wildly for a moment.

The Corpse Emperor's eyes widened. The opponent possessed a powerful dragon yuan within them, their strength rivaling his own.

What surprised him even more was that during this strike, he couldn't feel the opponent's specific realm at all. His strength was already no weaker than his own, yet his realm seemed to have not reached the level of a Yuanshen body. However, the solidity of the law power was extremely astonishing, which was rather strange.

Perhaps after a few more exchanges, both sides would be able to test each other's strengths and weaknesses. Lu Xiaoteng's strength had already caught his attention, but it was not enough to make him fearful.

This was his territory. The Corpse Dragon army before him wasn't even his direct troops. No matter how strong the enemy was, even if they slaughtered every single Corpse Dragon in this army, they wouldn't be able to stand against his clan.

Even the solitary Crying Corpse Emperor didn't dare to be careless. He only had one severely wounded Daluo Golden Immortal-level dragon before him, and two others with remaining strength could restrain Jiao Tu and Jiao Qingliu, a few skilled warriors. After witnessing Lu Xiaottian's power, he planned to delay until reinforcements arrived.

“I've disgraced the Dragon Lord,” said Makino Koutou, his face filled with shame. Having cultivated within the Qingguo Barrier for a long time and receiving guidance from Lu Xia Tian, he had consumed a vast amount of resources. As a result, on his first foray out, he ended up in such a sorry state. He felt deeply ashamed.

“The opponent is not weak. Being able to achieve this level in the midst of battle is already commendable. Go back and heal your wounds. The Immortal Demon Battlefield has just begun. For all dragons, it is both a calamity and an opportunity.”

Lu Xiaoxiao comforted Makino Hirotsune. His previous attack had already frightened Jiaotu, Jiao Qingliu, and a large number of low-level corpses. The two sides had pulled apart to a distance that wasn't too long. However, under the instruction of the lonely howling Jiaohuang, these corpse dragon armies were reorganizing their formations and began to form a siege again on Zilu, Ying Xuanming, and Xiang Kuang.

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Ying Xuanming held his long spear in his left arm, clasping his chest with both hands. His purple aura was calm and collected, and Muye Hongchen had completely lost his previous nervousness. Now that Youyuan Corpse Jiao wanted to use numbers to overwhelm them, if the Dragon Master were to release a portion of the dragon army and dragon wolves, the other side would truly know what despair was.

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Lu Xia Tian's palm gently pushed, the ancient silver Buddha light of the Zhen Yao Tower engulfed Makino Hiroshi, and then he looked at Gu Ming Jiao Huang with a strange expression.

Subsequently, a surge of ancient silver Buddhist light erupted. Wen Tingdao, Muye Dao, Wen Yan, Zhu Yucheng, Ye Jian, and Ye Tong, powerful figures, appeared one after another.

When they heard that several were members of the Dragon Clan, Zhu Yucheng, Ye Jian, and Ye Tong had their bloodlines altered by Lu Xiaoteng's Dragon Blood Reverse Pulse method. Although they couldn't be fully considered Dragon Clan members, the purity and nobility of their bloodlines far surpassed those of ordinary Dragon Clan members. Over the years, their cultivation had also progressed rapidly. Ye Jian and Ye Tong, who were originally only Golden Immortals, had both broken through to higher realms over ten thousand years ago.

And behind many powerful figures, a vast and imposing force surged forth, the Dragon Clan's battle formation!

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Gū míng jiāo huáng and the others upon seeing this scene, all changed color. Only then did they realize, no wonder Ying Xuánmíng and Zǐ luò's expressions were so strange.

Please: m.badaogeirls as they transformed. Their white forms flickered, and in an instant, dozens of white figures surrounded them."Gemini Shadow Demons!" Bai Li Fei's face changed drastically, "When did you guys catc...