With a loud explosion, the Dark Lord was blasted away by Xu Jianxiong's bone spear, and Xu Jianxiong's blood surged violently, forcing him to retreat far back.
"Roar!"
The Dark Lord rolled continuously, letting out a thunderous roar. But to everyone's surprise, after his roar, his figure flickered and vanished.
"This ..."
The elders of the Moonwatching Clan all showed strange expressions on their faces.
"Chief, will this Dark Lord escape?" Someone asked.
Xu Jianxiong nodded and said, "The Dark Lord does not possess wisdom and does not fear death. But when his dark power is exhausted, he returns to his lair to rest. Once his dark power recovers, he will come back to kill again. Ahem..."
"Clan leader, ...."
The Moonwatching Clan experts cried out in shock—Xu Jianxiong had coughed up blood, terrifying them out of their wits. If anything happened to the clan leader, the Moonwatching Clan would be doomed.
"No big deal, this is a good thing. I deliberately didn't use any divine powers to let that dark lord injure me.
In this way, the bottleneck that had stuck me for years will be released, and only under the threat of death can I activate my body's strong desires.
So, this Dark Lord can't be killed. He's my hope to break free from this shackle. Long Chen, you think the same way, right? Xu Jianxiong looked at Long Chen, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Long Chen nodded and said, "Yes, such a powerful opponent—it would be a shame to kill them outright."
Only strong opponents can force my potential; to survive, I must keep growing stronger.
Anyway, with you and Uncle Huai here, I think I can use it to push myself to take bigger steps, so I can handle the various monsters of the Holy King Assembly. "
Hahaha, good, have backbone—that's how a man should be."
Xu Jianxiong laughed heartily. Seeing Long Chen now, he seemed to see his younger self.
Back then, he was equally fearless, doing whatever he wanted without restraint. But after becoming the clan leader, he became more composed, always thinking ahead and doing his best.
In fact, the reason Xu Jianxiong encountered a bottleneck was closely related to his position. Now that he had discovered this Dark Lord, he naturally couldn't bear to kill it.
"Rumble...
At that moment, endless dark monsters attacked again. The Dragonblood warriors immediately stepped into battle. Xia Chen and Guo Ran controlled the formation one and the other the golden giant crossbow, tasked with killing those Celestial Venerable-level monsters.
This way, the Dragonblood warriors could fight boldly and with peace of mind. They were like tireless killing machines, rampaging across the battlefield and invincible. Before long, the corpses on the battlefield were piled up like mountains.
Long Chen immediately began cleaning up the battlefield, storing the corpses on the battlefield into the chaotic space.
In the current chaotic space, the life energy was almost as thick as water, and rare herbs grew wildly. The Taiyin Wood and the Fusang Ancient Tree were like dried-up riverbeds, finally welcoming the rainy season, greedily absorbing the life force. The once withered branches and leaves stretched freely, their bodies growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What excited Long Chen the most was that the golden lotus seed had not only fully recovered but its divine radiance was even brighter, and he saw golden patterns appearing on the seed.
Although he didn't know the origin of the golden lotus seed, Long Chen's intuition told him that this golden lotus seed was absolutely astonishingly proven.
At present, Long Chen still didn't understand why killing these dark monsters would cause the golden lotus seeds to change, but that didn't matter anymore. There were too many things in this world he couldn't be bothered to analyze.
"If our Moonwatching Clan warriors were even a tenth stronger, who would dare look down on us?" Watching the Dragonblood warriors fight fiercely like wolves and tigers, even the Celestial Venerable-level experts felt their hearts tremble and couldn't help but sigh.
Although Dragonblood Warriors are only late-stage Immortal Kings, their destructive power is astonishing—their strikes strike straight at the enemy's vital points.
They even saw two Dragonblood warriors working together to kill a Celestial Venerable-level dark monster in just three moves.
The two worked together seamlessly. The Celestial Venerable-level dark monster was led by the nose from start to finish, never having a chance to use its power before being beheaded.
"Long Chen, may I dare to ask how you train these men?" An elder of the Moon-Watching Clan finally couldn't help but say.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "They are not my subordinates, but my brothers, the companions I can entrust my life to them."
We've come this far not because of training, but because we've been forced to do it. We've been pushed to the brink of death by fate—if we take a step back, we'll be doomed.
What else can we do besides fighting desperately? We refuse to be controlled by fate; our destiny can only be controlled by ourselves.
We don't have abundant resources or a powerful background; we have only one trump card: our life.
Everything we have now, you could say, was earned with our lives. You envy us, and how can we not envy you too?
If there were a choice, who would want to fight so hard? Who doesn't want to quietly enjoy life? Long
Chen watched the fierce battle among the Dragonblood warriors, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. This is a world of helplessness. Since you have chosen to declare war on fate, you must hold out to the end, until one day you truly control fate and will no longer be controlled by anyone.
The strong members of the Moonwatching Clan were deeply moved, and at the same time, they began to reflect. The Moon Clan had always been striving for revival and revival, but had they really worked hard? Or was it just a slogan for fun?
Over four hundred Dragonblood warriors fought endlessly against dark monsters, each displaying such strength that even the old fellows themselves felt a fear in their hearts.
The skills of Dragonblood Warriors are not innate but earned through hard work. Behind their invincible bravery, no one knows how much effort they have put in.
Compared to them, the disciples of the Moonwatching Clan are like children raised in a honey jar—flowers nurtured in a greenhouse, never weathered by hardship—how can they truly mature?
"Clan Leader..." an old man looked at Xu Jianxiong.
"Go ahead!"
Xu Jianxiong knew they were envious of the strength of the Dragon Blood Warriors and planned to have their young disciples join the Blood and Fire trial.
In the past, the Moonwatching Clan had always focused on increasing the number of races to minimize casualties, but while the numbers increased, the quality declined. This wasn't to say the Moonwatching Clan was worse than before, but because of fear of sacrifice, they had too little experience and couldn't produce true strong warriors.
Thus, the peaceful life of the Moon Viewing Clan disciples ended, and they were sent to other battlefields to begin real combat.
The Dragonblood warriors fought continuously for three hours. By the end, their arms were numb and they could no longer fight, so they returned to the grand formation.
Xia Chen's grand formation had astonishing defensive power; unless it was a Celestial Venerable-level monster, it was impossible to shake the formation in the slightest.
Even if a Celestial Venerable-level monster arrives, Xia Chen and Guo Ran will join forces to kill it. Once the Dragonblood Warriors recover, they can continue fighting.
Long Chen did not continue fighting; he kept conserving his strength, occasionally cleaning up the battlefield while keeping an eye on the depths of the battlefield.
Suddenly, Long Chen stood up, the wings of the Kunpeng behind him spreading wide, and he shot out like a streak of light.
"Uncle Xiong, Uncle Huai, hold the line. Remember to save my life at critical moments."