an cried out in dismay. If venomous eyes could kill, Lu Xia Tian would have died several times over by now.It was actually Ong Zhihan! A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaitian's eyes, but thinking ba...The scorching power of flames penetrated his body. At this moment, Lin Yukun felt as if his body was about to be melted.
The thirty-six Sky Immortal rank Lin clan members who formed the Wind Thunder Thirty-Six Swords Annihilate Immortals Formation each slashed out a sword. Thirty-six sword beams, like celestial rainbows piercing the sun, shot towards the dragon shadow in mid-air. It was clear that these Wind Thunder Winged Lynx Beasts realized that running away alone was unrealistic. Even if they wanted to escape, they had to first dispel Wen Kaishi's formidable power unleashed by his forbidden art.
Even though some of the celestial-ranked powerhouses among the Wind Thunder Winged Lin Beasts underestimated the dragon clan's forbidden arts and Wen Kaishi's cultivation,
In a long dragon's roar, the dragon shadow in the blazing sun let out a bellow, spewing a breath of fire that engulfed these celestial Wind-Thunder Winged Scale Beasts. Thirty-six sword lights were directly extinguished within the flames.
These celestial-grade Yilin beasts frantically drew another line of sword light, attempting to block the howling dragon breath. The sword curtain melted effortlessly under the dragon breath, and one by one, the Fenglei Yilin beasts began to turn into ashes within it. As for Lin Yu Kun who had managed to flee a distance, he was pierced through his body by a subsequent claw from above, and even his primordial spirit could not escape.
At this time, the dragon shadow in the void had become thin after these consecutive strikes. Even lowly cultivators like the headless Bai Shi and the Lin clan could feel the deep gloom within it. But the power of a dying tiger still lingers. Wen Kaisan, at the cost of his own life, killed Lin Yukun. The Wind and Thunder Thirty-Six Swords Zhuxian Formation truly shocked the hordes of Corpse Clan and Lin clan warriors who were continuously pouring in from the Xiaolong Mountain Protective Clan Formation.
As the enemy forces surged in relentlessly, the already thinned Dragon Shadow Fierce Sun began to transform into balls of fire, raining down like fiery showers upon the gap in the ranks where the headless white corpses and Wind Thunder Scale Beast Clan were gathered. Amidst the chaotic battlefield, screams erupted from within the enemy ranks as countless headless white corpses and Wind Thunder Scale Beast Clan members were directly obliterated by the fiery deluge. In the blink of an eye, thousands of corpse soldiers and Scale Beast Clan warriors had perished, and this carnage continued to escalate.
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Not until the dragon shadow in the void completely dissipated did the tide of corpses surging below come to a halt. The casualties among the Lin clan had already exceeded 20,000. In addition to the tens of thousands who had been directly wiped out by the rain of fire at the front, the rest either lay mangled or suffered varying degrees of injury as the power of the fire rain gradually waned.
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The Dragon Clan's forbidden arts, their power was truly formidable. Wen Tingdao saw the dragon vanish into nothingness and sighed mournfully as the sun dimmed. Though under Wen Kaisan's governance, the tribe hadn't reached its prime, he had worked hard for many years, both with merit and hardship. To end up like this... He glanced at the clan members still fighting valiantly. Even though there were still White Corpses and Wind-Thunder Winged Beasts holding the upper hand, amidst the chaotic battlefield, cries of the Dragon Clan echoed ceaselessly. There were roars of fury as they met their demise alongside their enemies in a final stand.
Hearing this, Wen suddenly felt that having these fearless dragon clansmen who dared to die in battle, even if they died in battle, as long as this spirit could be carried on, the dragon clan would still have hope of revival. All he had to do was bring as many clan members as possible out of the encirclement and survive this catastrophic disaster as much as possible.
A Heaven Immortal level Dragon, its Cave of Heavenly Fire blazing open, struck with the Fiery Dragon Halberd. The halberd cleaved two Wind and Thunder Winged Scale Beasts, same rank as itself, in half. Finally, the Fiery Dragon Halberd transformed into a flash of light, piercing the body of a Heaven Immortal level headless White Corpse, blasting a large hole in its abdomen. At the same time, this Heaven Immortal level Dragon was struck by dozens of Xuanxian level Headless White Corpses wielding Corpse Chains. After a long battle, the dragon's body was bound into dozens of sections by these corpse chains with sharp teeth, scattering across the void. Yet, not a drop of blood flowed out, clearly indicating that the dragon's blood within had been completely drained by those Corpse Chains.
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Over ten thousand dragon clans were divided into two parts, forming a double-dragon golden defense array, like two mountains blocking the gap in the protective formation. From then on, the invading corpse army was wiped out by this dragon clan's formation. After the fight between celestial immortals, the chasm torn apart was almost filled with thick bloody stench. The void was littered with corpses, blades, dragon soldiers, and severed limbs.
Though the Dragon Clan's battle formation held strong against the enemy's overwhelming numbers, their valiant resistance couldn't stop the continuous fall of their kin. They were swallowed by the oppressive stench of death or the raging storm and thunder. The battlefield was a cacophony of groans, dragon roars, and the roaring of the wind and thunder...
"Grandpa!" When the remaining members of the dragon clan brought the keepsake orb to Wen Yan, seeing that inside the orb, Wentian used the dragon clan's forbidden art to kill a powerful enemy and eventually turned into nothingness, she couldn't help but be overcome with grief.
"Moo" a mournful cry, Wentian and the remaining seventeen celestial dragons roared in anguish. The fall of Xiaolongshan was devastating, with Patriarch Wen Kaishi leading countless of his kin to their deaths. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves homeless and heartbroken.
Lu Xia Tian looked at the tragic battle scene transmitted from the Liu Ying Zhu, and he was also speechless for a long time. Before leaving, Wen Kaishi, that old monster, was still bargaining with him. Although the other party had many thoughts, he was ultimately trying to fight for more resources for the clan members of the Xiao Longshan domain. Unexpectedly, this powerful dragon clan powerhouse died like this in the blink of an eye.
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With Lu Xiaoteng's keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Wen Kaishan had the ability to escape this chaotic situation unscathed. However, Wen Kaishan did not choose to do so. Instead, he chose to perish with his enemies, leaving more chances of survival for his clan members. Although a large number of dragons still died in battle afterward, and it was unclear how many dragons had retreated, at least Wen Kaishan had done his best, paying the price with his own life.
The fall of the Golden Immortal Dao was a sight to behold. Although Lu Xia Tian wasn't unfamiliar with seeing powerful beings of this level die in battle, as a member of the Dragon Clan himself, he felt a deeper sense of sorrow.
It took them more than twenty days to reach the Mulang Altar. At that time, Lu Xiaottian came after annihilating several other headless white corpse armies and reunited with Wen Yan and the other dragon clan members. Later, some changes occurred. A wind and thunder wing-horned beast tribe passed by, so Lu Xiaottian went to eliminate these thousands of wind and thunder wing-horned beasts using a similar method. When he returned, Wen Yan, Wen Dao, Wen Ting, and the thirty Xuanxian-level dragon clan members had already killed all the Heavenly Immortal-level headless white corpses. Quisha was seriously injured and fled. As for the more than two thousand corpse soldiers, except for a small number who escaped, most of them had also been wiped out.
As a result of this battle, the three Heavenly Fairy-ranked dragon clans each sustained injuries of varying severity. Of the thirty Xuanxian-ranked dragon clans who formed the Weeping Blood Dragon Sound Formation, more than ten were killed or injured.
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But these surviving dragons felt little joy at their survival, only endless sorrow, anger, and hatred. Their kin in the Xiaolong Mountain Range had suffered a catastrophe unlike any they had ever known.
"We go back and reunite with the rest of the clan." Liang Liuwenn after a long time wiped away a tear.
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