"Die first!" Tucha flickered in mid-air, rocketing towards Mu Ne Zhen Ce like a cannonball! All the damage he had suffered had come from this low-ranking demon; he had to eliminate this one first!
Boom boom boom boom... The bowstring screamed, vibrating the air at a frantic pace, unleashing a relentless storm of arrows that completely enveloped Tucha.
He could dodge it! Tucha flicked his eyes toward the incoming arrows, his mind instantly calculating the angles of attack, the speed of their flight, and their projected arrival times.
In that moment, Tucha felt like a god controlling everything! Every slight tremor on the battlefield, he could perceive with absolute clarity!
He had never experienced such a feeling before! No!
How could I have this feeling? Tucha’s heart gave a violent jolt; his body instinctively recoiled with an ineffable terror.
Those arrows were still quite distant, yet he felt as if they were about to pierce right through him. Thwack thwack thwack...
Three arrows struck Tucha in succession, their immense force sending him tumbling backward through the air. How could this be?
How could my judgment be wrong? In the instant Tucha staggered, a fatal arrow arrived directly before his brow.
Clang! The arrow sliced off one of Tucha’s ears.
In a flash of electric light and flint, Tucha’s Half-Saint strength saved his life once again, but the moment his feet touched the ground, his knees screamed in agony. Thwack thwack!
Two arrows, skimming just above the ground, suddenly bounced up and pierced both of Tucha’s knees. Bang!
Tucha, bleeding profusely from every pore like a blood demon, knelt on the ground, his eyes blazing with savage, crimson light, fixed on Mu Ne Zhen Ce. It was this demon!
Yes! A fleeting, bizarre spiritual energy fluctuation had emanated from him just moments ago!
It was him who caused my misjudgment! The hidden mastermind behind this battle was this most inconspicuous little thing!
"Die for me!" Tucha used his hands as legs, slamming them down onto the ground. The flagstones beneath him shattered, erupting into the air to shroud his form and conceal his movements.
Opening his arms wide, he lunged toward Mu Ne Zhen Ce, intending to crush this opponent who, though the least noticeable in the fight, had delivered continuous, profound effects. Casting everything aside, driven by recklessness, Tucha moved with incredible speed, evading Qian Jin’s lock for the first time.
His massive hands swept down from above, encompassing Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s head. "You’ll have to get past this princess first!" Lucifer Liushui materialized instantly before Mu Ne Zhen Ce, pushing both palms upward to meet Tucha’s incoming strike.
"Get out of the way! I don't want to kill you!" "You can't kill this princess!
Dark Demon Armor! Activate for me!" Lucifer Liushui’s Fifth-Tier Battle Soul power surged and swelled under the enhancement of the Dark Demon Armor, seemingly having no peak, about to break through to Top-Tier Battle Soul, expanding as if entering Sainthood.
Boom boom! The two exchanged two rapid blows.
Lucifer Liushui’s knees screamed in pain, and the joints of both arms felt on the verge of complete dislocation. The power of a Half-Saint was simply too immense; even with the Dark Demon Armor, she was still slightly inferior.
But that slight inferiority was not fatal. Severely wounded and lacking leverage, Tucha tumbled backward rapidly through the air.
The grievous injuries could no longer be suppressed; blood began to spray out wildly, and his body began to explode in several locations, disrupting its normal structure. "Submerged Thunder!" Tucha roared a cry of frustration from the air.
Qian Jin’s punch had concealed Submerged Thunder, and Lucifer Liushui’s punch also contained it. As both strands of Submerged Thunder detonated simultaneously, his Half-Saint power collapsed once more.
"This is too wasteful! Send all your power to me!" Duan Feng Bu Er appeared bizarrely beneath Tucha’s body.
The Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline erupted to its maximum, both hands striking Tucha’s lower back simultaneously. Poison!
From Duan Feng Bu Er’s left hand, it swiftly infiltrated Tucha’s body. Devour!
From his right hand, it burst forth to its limit. The blood spraying from Tucha’s body suddenly seemed to find an outlet, rushing frantically toward Duan Feng Bu Er’s Devouring ability.
Along with the flow of blood, massive quantities of Battle Qi from the Half-Saint state also could no longer resist the pull and surged into Duan Feng Bu Er’s Devour. These were the remnants of a shattered Battle Soul!
After Tucha’s Battle Soul had exploded, pushing his body into the Half-Saint state, he felt a new Battle Soul forming within him—tiny, yet purer, possessing greater potential for development. In that instant, even this small Profound Serpent Battle Soul could not withstand the sudden pull of the Devour, pouring entirely into the blackness held in Duan Feng Bu Er’s right palm.
One side heavily wounded, one side poised to strike, one side the fading bloodline of the Serpent King, and the other the newly formed, rapidly growing bloodline of the Serpent Emperor! The moment the two forces connected, Tucha’s strength began to drop rapidly, dropping, and dropping further!
Duan Feng Bu Er’s eyes flushed red, and the scales covering his body bristled outward, presenting a terrifying sight. Blood subtly seeped out from between the scales.
Tucha's strength was too overwhelming! Even for the young Serpent Emperor, Duan Feng Bu Er, accepting that frantic power was still too dangerous.
A massive, black ethereal shadow rose repeatedly behind Duan Feng Bu Er—the manifestation of all Nine Shadows appearing at once! Within the Nine Shadows, a tenth serpent head manifested: the Profound Serpent!
The Nine-Headed Serpent and the Profound Serpent shadows intertwined, viciously tearing at each other. Duan Feng Bu Er stood motionless like a statue, raising his head to unleash painful roars and bellows as his Golden Battle Heart continuously swelled and expanded!
Mu Ne Zhen Ce ignored the spectacle, shouting loudly, "Qian Jin! Help me!" Qian Jin stamped his feet and charged to Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s side.
The Sixth Prince was already airborne, bracing himself against Qian Jin’s braced, bent arms. "Go!" Qian Jin paused slightly, transforming like a divine dragon emerging from water, launching Mu Ne Zhen Ce high into the air toward Lucifer’s Heart, which floated in the distance.
"I am Duan Feng Bu Er! The invincible warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline!
Does a damned little Profound Serpent think it can take my life?" Duan Feng Bu Er’s two fangs slowly elongated. The scales on his body shifted gradually from black to blood-red.
Fang-like nails sprouted from his fingers, and his two eyes rapidly morphed, appearing like seven-colored stained glass within his pupils. The Eye of Release!
The Eye of Release from the Nine-Headed Serpent family now appeared in Duan Feng Bu Er’s pupils. His seven-colored stained-glass gaze continued to shift and change, eventually becoming an absolute, ink-like black.
An incomprehensible eye! An eye never before seen in the Nine-Headed Serpent family!
The Nine-Headed Serpent shadow behind Duan Feng Bu Er reared back, roaring skyward. The carcass of the Profound Serpent was being torn apart by the heads of the Nine-Headed Serpent shadow, each head swallowing a piece.
The Profound Serpent Bloodline’s Void Yin-Yang Eye! Lucifer Liushui watched Duan Feng Bu Er in shock.
This Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior possessed the Void Yin-Yang Eye of the Profound Serpent bloodline! This was something even Tucha himself lacked, yet Duan Feng Bu Er possessed it!
No! This wasn't just the Void Yin-Yang Eye; it was a fusion of the Profound Serpent’s Void Yin-Yang Eye and the Eye of Release.
What kind of eye was this… Lucifer Liushui found herself unable to judge. Thump-thump… thump-thump… thump-thump… "You want to take the Heart of Lucifer?
Did you ask me first?" A burst of power, no less impressive than Tucha’s, suddenly erupted from the Runemaster group. Ash-gray, chilling Battle Qi exploded from one Runemaster, who tore through the air with a deafening roar.
With a grasping motion, he reached out to seize the Runemaster who was already approaching the Heart of Lucifer. "Undead!" Qian Jin’s scalp tingled with dread.
Indeed! The Seventh Prince had not only arranged an Undead Runemaster here but also hidden guardian warriors who might intervene at the opportune moment to seize the prize!
A beam of light from the Destructive Demon Eye suddenly shot from Chekforlit’s eyes. Regardless of the chaos erupting around him, Chekforlit maintained his unique composure.
As the Undead made its move, the light beam from the Destructive Demon Eye had already been released. The Undead flipped in mid-air as if anticipating the beam, charging toward Duan Feng Bu Er’s position, his massive hand descending to cover Duan Feng Bu Er’s head.
Fast! Ruthless!
The Undead had calculated everything. Instead of fighting these others head-on, it was better to seize a hostage for exchange.
"What in the world dares to grab me?" Duan Feng Bu Er’s voice was low, filled with an ineffable majesty. The Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Soul finally shattered free from the Golden Battle Heart, its black serpentine blood-soul swelling wildly, expanding, and expanding further!
In recent days, the strength gap between Chekforlit, who had entered the Battle Soul realm, and Duan Feng Bu Er had widened significantly. Though he only engaged in verbal sparring, anxiety gnawed at him internally.
Seeing Lucifer Liushui break through to the Battle Soul realm using the power of the Dark Demon Armor, and then witnessing the heavily wounded Tucha, Duan Feng Bu Er could no longer hold back. He knew this action was incredibly perilous.
The blood of the Serpent King, the power of the Serpent King—these were matters of pride. To devour them for one's own use was an extremely risky endeavor; it could backfire at any moment, potentially even overwhelming the body!
But this was also the best opportunity! Both were serpentine bloodlines, and both were of royal tier!
Duan Feng Bu Er remembered how he had once awakened some power after being treated with water infused with the magic core of a giant serpent, even if that instance was due to geological factors and various mysterious potions. Nevertheless, this was an opportunity!
Duan Feng Bu Er could no longer tolerate it, nor could he bear watching his comrades continuously elevate their strength and leave him behind. Perhaps if he endured and waited, one day he would awaken his bloodline power!
The manifestation of the Nine Shadows appearing simultaneously was a sign of Celestial Awakening, a fact the Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji had once told Duan Feng Bu Er. But Duan Feng Bu Er could not tolerate waiting!
This battle, Fentukuangge had only assigned him a role of deterrence, which clearly indicated that his power level was lagging. Duan Feng Bu Er could not stand having only such a minor role in the fight, nor could he stand watching his companions struggle while he remained sidelined.