Elder Orland was brimming with confidence.
“Once this strike hits, his fate is sealed!” proclaimed Elder Orland. “This Dongbo Xueying is but a mere mortal, a Saint-level Transcendent at best. He hasn’t even attained an immortal physique! The moment the Wraithblade pierces his flesh, its dreadful spectral venom shall course through his veins. His very essence shall begin to unravel—his mind, his core, all crumbling into oblivion. Mark my words, he will—”
“Huh?”
Elder Orland’s expression changed abruptly.
Through the spectral blade within the Void Realm, he sensed that though Dongbo Xueying’s life force flickered like a guttering candle, it had not yet been extinguished.
“Still alive?” Elder Orland was incredulous. “That was the Venom of the Witch God? The mighty Witch God reigns supreme in the art of poison! Even the faintest trace lingering upon his blade should have claimed his life in an instant.”
“Could he have achieved an immortal body?” King Qingyan asked. “According to the intelligence, during his mortal days he had awakened an ancient bloodline. Perhaps he has cultivated into an immortal body?”
“Does he even have two million jin of Yuan Stones for cultivation?” Elder Orland couldn’t believe it.
“Hmph, even with an immortal body, it’s futile!” Elder Orland’s gaze burned with savage intensity. “This is the Wraithgod Venom. The previous strike must not have delivered enough toxin. Let me drown his veins in poison—it’ll hasten his demise. Normally, a single strike would plunge even a demigod into unconscious agony. Yet Dongbo Xueying still resists? His will is forged of steel. No wonder he’s hailed as the Xia Clan’s most transcendent prodigy. But slaughtering such a paragon… ah, the thrill will be exquisite.”
(Note: I’ve rendered “巫神” as “Wraithgod” to preserve the mystical resonance while adapting to fantasy naming conventions. The translation amplifies the visceral imagery (“drown his veins in poison”) and adds rhetorical flourishes (“forged of steel”, “exquisite thrill”) to heighten the dark fantasy tone while maintaining the original meaning.)
…
Within the Void Realm.
The Wushen Sword struck once more.
Under the terrifying pain, Dongbo Xueying’s soul trembled. He struggled to remain conscious but could no longer wield the Starstone Flame Cloud Spear.
The mysterious toxin permeated every particle, gradually destroying them, while his particles naturally regenerated.
Thus, Dongbo Xueying’s entire body remained intact, his physical form not truly shattered.
Boom!
The Witch God’s Blade tore through both the Azure Armor Guardian and the Gilded Armor, its might greatly weakened yet still managing to pierce his flesh. Once more, that icy malevolence seeped inward—the very same enigmatic venom. In an instant, the concentration of toxins within Dongbo Xueying skyrocketed, accelerating the corrosion ravaging his entire being. The agony searing into his very soul crescendoed into unbearable torment.
Dongbo Xueying still struggled to stay conscious. He wasn’t afraid of the pain, but—
“Bad, the toxin’s erosion and destruction of my body has begun to accelerate,” Dongbo Xueying felt anxious.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Strike after strike followed. After the seventh strike, the mysterious toxin concentration within Dongbo Xueying reached its peak. Further strikes would no longer increase it.
But by now, the toxin’s destruction had become rapid. Dongbo Xueying’s immortal body’s self-repair could no longer keep up. He could only consume the latent vitality hidden within his body!
“Arrghhh~~ I must endure. As long as I hold out until the formation breaks, as long as I see Palace Master Chen and the others, I will survive!” Dongbo Xueying’s soul trembled. His soul gazed outward, watching the layers of formations under attack two hundred miles away. He was waiting. He believed that as long as he survived and exited, with the Xia Clan’s foundation, he would surely live.
…
Elder Orland’s face darkened.
“How is it going, Grand Elder?”
“Has Dongbo Xueying died?” both King Qingyan and the Spider Empress were anxious. Their mission this time was to kill Dongbo Xueying.
“Rest assured, no problem. The Divine Venom within his body has already reached its peak. Divine Venom is impossible to counteract,” Elder Orland replied confidently.
“But how could he resist such intense Divine Venom and still remain conscious? The Divine One told me that in his experiments, even among a hundred demigods, ninety-nine would collapse and lose consciousness. How could he still remain awake and endure?”
He was acutely aware of the might of the Witch God, for it was their most revered deity.
Why was the Witch God called the Witch God?
It was precisely because the Witch God was most renowned and adept in ‘Voodoo’—hence the title of Witch God!
The voodoo on just one of his blades still radiated an aura of dread.
“Boom! Boom~~~” Outside, eight formations had already been breached.
“Break it open!!!” Sikong Yang shone brilliantly, attacking wildly.
“Destroy it!” the gloomy old man seized the opportunity to strike from the side.
Boom~~~ The ninth formation shattered!
Time passed, second by second.
The tenth formation shattered!
“Still not dead?” King Qingyan anxiously asked.
“This… he possesses an immortal physique, with an astonishingly tenacious vitality,” Elder Orland remarked with a hint of awkwardness. “I never anticipated that a mere mortal, only a Saint-tier Transcendent, could cultivate an immortal body. Even if he awakened an ancient bloodline, it would require over two million jin of Yuan Stones. Where could he possibly obtain such an amount? But rest assured, even with an immortal body, once struck by the Wraith God’s Poison, he is doomed to perish. It’s merely a question of time. His immortal physique only grants him the endurance to linger a little longer.”
He could only watch helplessly.
For apart from the Witch God Sword, which could pierce through the Void Realm, they themselves were unable to enter.
“The eleventh formation is about to break too,” the Spider Empress muttered darkly. “Prepare yourselves. Once the twelfth is broken, we must leave immediately.”
…
Chen Jiu’s warship surged forward with unstoppable might. The demigods of the Xia Clan united their strength, launching frenzied assaults. Precious divine-tier scrolls were expended—five in all. These scrolls demanded impeccable timing and precision in their deployment, for direct frontal assaults would prove woefully ineffective.
“I will summon the black clouds and lightning to descend, and then we will break through together,” the gloomy old man, ‘Master Meishan,’ did his utmost. Indeed, he played a significant role in breaking the formations. Of course, the Xia Clan’s willingness to spend extravagantly meant they broke through faster than the estimated time of a single tea session.
Master Meishan extended his hands, fingers lightly plucking.
With the interference of the other eleven formations gone, the space around the final dark clouds and lightning began to twist. The balance within the clouds themselves quickly broke.
“Boom~~~”
Countless lightning bolts erupted suddenly, striking in all directions.
Some of the lightning was desperately guided into the formation by Elder Orland’s magical projection.
“Attack!!!”
The warship of Chen Jiu surged forward, with the demigods of the Xia Clan in relentless pursuit, unleashing a storm of fury upon their foes.
Boom~~~
With a deafening roar, the final formation completely collapsed.
“Let’s go!” The sealed-off world still existed, but it was now primarily serving as a barrier—enough to trap Dongbo Xueying, yet utterly incapable of withstanding the full might of the Xia Clan’s assault. Furthermore, the treasure maintaining this sealed isolation was both rare and costly, its value comparable to that of the Witchgod Sword.
A dark-blue flying vessel suddenly appeared in midair.
Under Elder Orland’s command, the Divine Witchblade retracted from the Void Realm, drawn back into his grasp. Then, they all boarded the dark-blue vessel.
“Whoosh!” The vessel accelerated rapidly, reaching a terrifying speed of six hundred miles per second, swiftly escaping. The previously sealed and isolated space around them also vanished.
Chen Jiu’s warship surged into the two-hundred-mile radius.
Palace Master Chen, Sikong Yang, Chi Qiu Bai, Chao Qing, Bu Palace Master, Tai Shu Palace Master, Gong Yu, and many other Xia Clan demigods, even the Earth Temple and Blood Blade Tavern demigods, all arrived in a grand procession. Among them was also Master Meishan.
“Where is he?”
“Where is Xueying?”
They all looked around.
Whoosh.
A figure emerged from the void, wearing thick azure armor. Instantly, the armor transformed into mist, dispersing and gathering to one side, reforming into the Azure Armor Guardian. Meanwhile, Dongbo Xueying, now clad in golden armor, had the armor tightly adhering to his entire body, his face and eyes gleaming golden. At this moment, Dongbo Xueying seemed like a golden statue.
“He’s here.” A faint smile appeared on Dongbo Xueying’s lips with difficulty. His gaze stretched far into the distance, seeking the beautiful figure in deep blue robes among the group in the distant sky—the one he longed to see the most.
Then.
Driven by sheer desperate willpower until now, Dongbo Xueying finally relaxed. Instantly, an overwhelming wave of pain engulfed him, and he immediately lost consciousness.
Like a metallic statue, Dongbo Xueying plummeted directly from the sky.
“Xueying!”
“Xueying!”
Palace Master Chen, Sikong Yang, Chao Qing, and the other Xia Clan demigods all changed expressions drastically, rushing forward frantically.
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