The frenzied swirling Dou Qi suddenly surged into countless searing currents, and in an instant, the Dou Qi seemed to boil, its rotation speed increasing again, as if it were about to tear open the Dou Apertures and Dou Meridians. Gan Jing's body was in extreme pain, as if he harbored not Dou Qi, but a volcano within!

The swirling Dou Qi, heated by the hot air, began to boil—erupt! Erupt!

Thirty thousand... thirty-five thousand... forty thousand... forty-five thousand!

This... how is this possible? Pan Hongji's Eye of Ten Thousand Revelations flickered incessantly. What exactly was happening inside Gan Jing? Why was his Dou Qi rotation accelerating so rapidly? What was going on?

Can't hold on any longer! Can't watch any further! Gan Jing tightly gripped the Zhanmadao (Horse-Slaying Blade). The surging Dou Qi flooded into the blade, and a monumental blade aura shot toward the sky. The Seven Forms of the Bloody Battle, infused with an unprecedentedly tragic aura, surged upward against the flow.

The fist engulfed in flames smashed against the blade aura, instantly shattering the blade aura piercing through the body, and fiercely struck the edge of the Zhanmadao. The burning flames immediately rushed entirely into the Zhanmadao, causing the bright battle blade to instantly turn blood-red, as if it were a newly forged weapon that hadn't yet had a chance to cool down.

Gan Jing's Dou Heart spun wildly. Every pore on his body fully opened, spewing out visible, mist-like streams of energy. The battle blade in his hand quickly faded in color before once again bursting forth with dazzling blade aura. The nascent, barely arranged sequence of the Earth-Shattering Slash Dou Qi within his Dou Heart suddenly shone blindingly, adopting a highly unstable state, yet the power it unleashed was far stronger than at any previous moment!

If he forcibly continued to use the unstable Dou Qi sequencing, the ordering might be completely ruined, requiring him to start rearranging it.

Forget it! Though he didn't know why this instability amplified the power of the Earth-Shattering Slash, as long as he could win, what did anything else matter?

Break for me! Gan Jing slightly crouched his knees, then suddenly thrust upward. The faintly formed sequence of the Earth-Shattering Slash within his Dou Heart suddenly shattered. His blade momentum increased violently once more, instantly slashing into the bone of the fist. Greenish fluid immediately splashed out in a sloppy torrent, and the entire plant-formed fist was severed by the Zhanmadao.

The ferocious fire tornado vanished instantly. The intense pain prevented the Fiery Raging Cactus from concentrating on controlling its innate magic.

The firelight disappeared, and two beams from the Eye of Destruction bored through the Fiery Raging Cactus, one from the left and one from the right.

Duanfeng Buer’s Dou Qi momentum had already been pushed to the extreme outside the circle. His Buer Spear left his hand, whistling sharply through the air in the most textbook javelin throw practiced at the Warrior Academy. The Buer Spear pierced the Fiery Raging Cactus where its heart seemed to be located.

Duanfeng Buer stomped his feet on the ground and slid low along the surface toward the back of the Fiery Raging Cactus, reaching out to grab the long spear stuck deep in the sand pit.

Gan Jing’s Dou Heart throbbed with pain. The sequence for the Earth-Shattering Slash that he had painstakingly practiced in recent days had been over-exerted and truly shattered in that instant! Yet, it erupted with twice the power of his usual strength. What on earth was going on? It seemed he would have to seek guidance from Enlack later.

Aoooh!

A roar mixed with panic and unwillingness erupted from within the Fiery Raging Cactus. It suddenly turned and scrambled toward the depths of the Ancient Desolate Sea.

Escape! Escape! The Fiery Raging Cactus's simple mind registered only flight. This prey could not be killed! It needed to find another place... to complete its advancement! It had already absorbed quite a bit of heat from that strange metal; as long as it found a quiet, hot spot, it could advance with more time.

Once the advancement was complete, and it sprouted the spikes capable of piercing mountains, it would return to slaughter these prey.

“Trying to leave?” Gan Jing gasped in deep draughts, reaching into his Dou Realm to retrieve the Strong Bow and Sharp Arrows. If this thing escaped, who knew how quickly it might advance? This was its weakest moment. If he let it slip away now... Krr... krr... krr... The string of the Moon-Shooting Bow emitted an unpleasant sound as it was pulled back to a full moon. The instant the arrow left the string, the bow vibrated with a sharp beng sound, echoing like the thunderous fanfare of a grand assault.

Pan Hongji watched the released arrow intently. It rotated at high speed in the air, forming a visible wave of air displacement. Wherever it passed, the vacuum created by its passage was immediately filled by more air, stirring up rolling, muffled thunder.

Normally, this thin arrow would only leave a bloody mark, but Gan Jing’s arrow struck the heel of the Fiery Raging Cactus. Striking with the most ferocious rotational force, it punched out a hole the size of two human heads.

Green fluid sprayed wildly from the wound. The Fiery Raging Cactus tried to run again, but the wound at its ankle could not support its heavy body. Crack! The foot planted on the ground snapped clean off at the ankle joint.

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The Moon-Shooting Bow continuously sounded the battle drum's clang. Gan Jing struck with lightning speed, his entire focus locked onto the fleeing Fiery Raging Cactus, arrow after arrow striking the monster only focused on escape.

The Shenshe (Divine Archer) Family’s “Linked Arrows”? Pan Hongji’s heart leaped wildly. This time, he absolutely couldn't be wrong!

This was definitely the Linked Arrows of the Shenshe Family!

Perhaps other archers in the world could use the "Linked Arrows" technique, but the Linked Arrows of the Chouyu (Stinking Feather) Family were extremely unique. This uniqueness lay in the fact that each subsequent arrow was more powerful than the last. It was a special shooting technique, touted as affixing Dou Qi to the bowstring, utilizing the continuous kinetic energy generated by the string to launch successive shots.

Countless archers understood the theory behind this technique, yet no one had ever managed to execute it.

Only the Bloodline Warrior Families knew that it was a technique the Jieyu Family achieved using their special bloodline power—a unique shooting style only the Jieyu Family could perform.

No! Now, a common warrior had done it! Pan Hongji’s scalp tingled as he watched. How had Gan Jing accomplished this?

Rumble... The high-speed continuous fire shattered the Fiery Raging Cactus’s legs, as well as its arm-like and head-like appendages, effectively dismembering the massive plant-type magical beast.

Plant life force is far stronger than that of beasts. Even in this state, Gan Jing could sense that the plant monster was still alive, merely reduced to a defenseless vegetable, completely devoid of fighting capability.

Pfft! Gan Jing could no longer suppress the injuries inside his body. The fine hairs on his body suddenly burst open, and a mist of bright red blood completely enveloped him.

The moment the Fiery Raging Cactus used the Fire Tornado, it had thrown everything it had into the fight. While the Iron-Smelting Breathing Technique absorbed the heat, it also impacted the one hundred and eight Living Dou Apertures, igniting a power far beyond what he could control.

Gan Jing was sustained solely by a surge of fighting will. The instant the battle’s outcome was decided, his mental state relaxed slightly, and the blood mist, already poised to erupt, scattered outwards.

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble... The depths of the Ancient Desolate Sea suddenly churned with dust, as if a dozen tornadoes had sprung up simultaneously, lifting hundreds of meters of yellow sand as if to truly blot out the sky.

Gan Jing knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, his hands clutching the Zhanmadao, which trembled continuously. He stared at the returning swarm of magical beasts in the distance!

It wasn't just the Fiery Raging Cactus; there were other magical beasts too! These beasts were charging in at high speed. A Golden Roc Thunder Eagle, its wings spread ten zhang wide, soared high above the yellow sand, as if the swirling grains themselves were carrying it aloft.

Duanfeng Buer, who had been rapidly approaching the body of the Fiery Raging Cactus, halted abruptly. Ignoring the search for the magic core, he spun around and rushed towards Gan Jing, catching him in his arms and rapidly retreating.

Nearly a thousand magical beasts! Gan Jing gave a bitter smile. It seemed he was truly doomed this time. With so many beasts, including some incredibly fast ones, even if he were at full strength and fighting alongside everyone, they would all perish under the beasts' onslaught.

Gan Jing, lying in Duanfeng Buer’s arms, suddenly saw his eyes flash. He looked towards the high-level magical beast, the Golden Roc Thunder Eagle, in the sky, and saw a person standing on its back—a woman!

Beneath the scorching sun, in the endless, vast sky, a young girl stood upon the back of the Golden Roc Thunder Eagle. Her black, waterfall-like long hair scattered and billowed in the strong winds of the sky. Her pale green robes outlined her long legs. Even the blinding sunlight could not obscure her pair of eyes, filled with cold indifference, looking down from a high position as if completely devoid of emotion, overlooking time itself. An aura of majesty, ruling the earth, emanated from this girl.

“Hai... Hai Qing'er...” Gan Jing blinked hard, fearing his severe injuries were causing him to hallucinate. The childhood sweetheart he had faintly forgotten over two or three years—the figure of Hai Qing'er! She was standing on the back of the high-level magical beast, the Golden Roc Thunder Eagle, looking down at the earth with a coldness he had never seen before.

“Ya!” The girl on the Golden Roc Thunder Eagle’s back suddenly raised her hand and let out a piercing, hoarse cry. The charging beasts on the ground instantly stopped their assault, collectively turning back toward the depths of the Ancient Desolate Sea.

What was happening? Gan Jing suspected his hearing was failing him. Hai Qing’er’s voice had always been pleasant and melodious; how could it have become so hoarse? And devoid of any hint of anger?

Her eyes... why were they fixed on the position a thousand meters behind me?

Why? She glanced there, and a flicker of fear appeared in her ruthless eyes? Was it because of something there that instilled fear in her?

“Huh?” Duanfeng Buer stopped, turning back to stare at the retreating mass of beasts, stunned. “What’s going on? Why did they run off on their own? What should we do?”

Cheliflit looked at the injured Gan Jing and stated coldly, “Buer, you take Gan Jing back. Go and gather the remaining Dou Crystals and Dou Stones. If there’s any danger, I can cover your retreat.”

“Take me over there.” Gan Jing weakly and tremblingly raised his hand. “Put me down... I need to go into the depths of the sand sea...”

Duanfeng Buer watched Gan Jing sway as he walked toward the sand sea. “Are you delirious from your injuries? Are you trying to die?”

“I... I...” Gan Jing struggled to keep his eyelids open, forcing his spirit to continue swaying toward the depths of the sand sea. “I saw her... I saw her... I...”

“Who?” Lucifer Flowing Water followed close behind, his voice carrying a hint of vigilance.

“Hai Qing’er...” Gan Jing staggered, forcing himself to keep his neck from drooping. “Hai Qing’er... it must... it must be her... I have to go find her...”

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