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Hong long long~
Explosions thundered across heaven and earth. Energy storms raged without end, waves of force rippling out in every direction.
The battle between three Dou Zun was enough to shake the heavens and split the earth apart. Above them, the sky was shrouded in endless black poisonous clouds, as if the end of days had descended.
Wei Yang stood at a distance, coldly watching this scene.
It wasn't that he didn't want to join in, but his body was drained, his Dou Qi exhausted and not yet recovered. He truly had the will but not the strength.
With the deaths of Ning Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi, and after unleashing two ultimate techniques in succession, for him to accomplish all that at the level of a Four-Star Dou Zong—it was impossible for there to be no price.
So now, he could only seize this time to quietly recover his depletion.
But as his eyes narrowed, watching Bing He being beaten into a sorry state by the combined assault of Xian'er and Ah Da, a cold murderous intent flickered faintly within them.
In his eyes, Bing He was already a dead man. For now, he would let him jump around a little longer.
Dare to covet Xian'er?
Are you courting death!
Within the Dou Zun realm, the difference between each star was far greater than the gaps of previous levels.
Each star was a tremendous gulf.
It was practically a ruthless hierarchy system.
Without special methods, within the Dou Zun realm, attempting to challenge someone above one's level was an extremely difficult feat.
What's more, this Valley Master of Ice River Valley had been famous in Central Plains for many years, a true veteran Dou Zun powerhouse.
With his peak Four-Star strength, and considering his cultivation techniques and Dou Techniques were not weak, taking him down in a short span of time was far from easy.
As for Ah Da, because he was a soul body—even with the Nine Serene Wind Flame assisting him—he could at most restrain Bing He slightly, but he could not defeat him.
And if the battle dragged on too long, once his expenditure grew too great, Ah Da would have no choice but to retreat.
Whether he could even escape safely was another question altogether.
That was why, right now, Ah Da had chosen the role of support, leaving Xian'er as the main attacker.
But since Xian'er had only just stepped into the Dou Zun realm, her control of power at this level was inevitably not as refined as Bing He's.
Moreover, she was only a Three-Star Dou Zun. Even with the might of the Ghostly Poison Flame, at best she could fight him evenly, perhaps barely suppress him slightly—that was already her limit.
Thus, although the two together managed to suppress Bing He, if it came to deciding the outcome, it was certain that it couldn't be done in a short time.
For this reason, their true aim was to drag out Bing He, until Wei Yang finished recovering.
At that time, Wei Yang would be the final straw that broke the camel's back, enough to shatter the stalemate.
Bing He, of course, understood this clearly.
Don't be fooled by Wei Yang being merely a Four-Star Dou Zong—he dared not underestimate him in the slightest, because that man's attacks… were terrifying.
They truly carried the power to threaten his life.
So, as time passed, watching Wei Yang coldly staring at him while slowly recovering, Bing He could not help but grow restless.
Several times he tried to escape with spatial power, but each time he failed before Ah Da.
In terms of mastery over spatial force, Ah Da was clearly far more experienced. After all, if it was about being an "old-timer," how could Bing He compare to Ah Da?
This was something Bing He had never expected before.
"Ai, I miscalculated." He sighed bitterly to himself. "I never thought this soul body would actually surpass me so much in controlling space."
"I can't keep dragging this out. Otherwise, it'll be dangerous!"
Feeling his Dou Qi burning away at an alarming rate, Bing He's gaze flickered about, searching for a chance to break free.
At this moment, he was surrounded by Wei Yang and the others. The three of them faintly formed a long triangular formation, trapping him at its center.
Ah Da and Xian'er held the two short corners of the triangle.
Wei Yang stood at the long, narrow tip.
After sweeping the formation with his eyes, Bing He finally chose Wei Yang's position as his breakthrough point.
So, he began subtly shifting the battlefield, edging closer and closer toward Wei Yang.
Obviously, between choosing to break through a Dou Zong or a Dou Zun, he decisively chose Wei Yang the Dou Zong.
And he guessed Wei Yang definitely couldn't have recovered completely in such a short time.
That—was his chance.
The battle raged on.
"Master."
Qing Lin, carrying her injured horn, approached behind Wei Yang.
"Mm." Wei Yang lightly nodded, his gaze sweeping over, pausing briefly on Du Jiao.
After devouring Tian Shuang Zi's corpse, his aura had clearly recovered a great deal, and even his injuries had mended considerably.
It seemed that the corpse of a Dou Zun was indeed a great tonic for Du Jiao, far better than ordinary healing pills.
During this period, he had already swallowed the corpses of forty Dou Huang, two mid-level Dou Zong, one peak Dou Zong—Elder Tian She—and now Tian Shuang Zi.
With so many corpses consumed, the effect might be even greater than taking a few eighth-grade medicinal herbs. Wei Yang believed it would not be long before Du Jiao touched the bottleneck of Dou Zun.
This was a good thing. It seemed that soon, under his command, there might be yet another Dou Zun-level battle force.
Wei Yang smiled at the thought.
His investment of so many resources into Du Jiao was not in vain. After all, the corpse of a strong expert was also a kind of resource.
At this moment—
"Brother Yang, be careful, it looks like Bing He wants to break through from your side." Xian'er's voice transmission sounded in Wei Yang's ear.
"Oh?" At her words, Wei Yang raised an eyebrow and replied, "It's fine, let him come."
"How much have you recovered?" Xian'er asked with concern.
"I can still muster one strike." Wei Yang chuckled, "Just be ready. I'll give him a surprise."
"Alright." Xian'er responded.
By now, as the battlefield gradually shifted, the long triangle had already transformed into an equilateral triangle.
Wei Yang waved his hand lightly and said, "Qing Lin, take Du Jiao and fall back a bit."
Qing Lin glanced at the battlefield and nodded, "Mm."
She immediately withdrew, bringing Du Jiao with her.
Wei Yang took a slow, deep breath, his eyes locked firmly on Bing He.
So you think I'm the weak link, the soft persimmon?Then come.
Hu hu~
Bing He's breathing was slightly rough, his chest heaving.
At this moment, he looked quite disheveled.
Yet the light in his eyes only grew sharper.
He was silently waiting for a perfect opportunity to arrive.
He too had noticed that Xian'er's mastery of Dou Zun-level power was still far from proficient. The flow of her Dou Qi lacked seamless coordination, her attacks not perfectly connected.
Thus, within their combined assault, the flaws between Xian'er and Ah Da's cooperation were faint but present.
And to an old-school powerhouse like Bing He, such fleeting traces were as clear as daylight.
Finally, at a certain moment—when Xian'er and Ah Da's offensive left the slightest gap.
The opportunity came!
"Not good!" Ah Da's face changed.
"It's now!" Bing He's eyes lit up, a deep roar echoing in his heart.
Ice Zun Force, Frozen Sky Palm!
Black icy energy condensed in his hands like lightning. In the next instant, two enormous pitch-black palm prints shot out, slamming toward Ah Da and Xian'er, forcing them slightly back.
Immediately, Bing He stomped the void, his figure flickering forward.
The next instant, he appeared not far from Wei Yang. His cold Dou Qi surged to the extreme, his expression grave, and he thrust his palm out with ruthless force.
His gaze was locked tightly onto Wei Yang's calm face ahead.
In his heart, he knew—his opponent's terrifying strike was about to come.
Now it all depended on how much Wei Yang had recovered. If he could just withstand this one blow, he could break through and escape.
Then he would be free, fleeing far away.
"Hmph, the Woeful Poison Body, I will not give up on it. Once I escape, I'll join forces with the Hall of Souls, and you will all die!"
As the thought raced through his mind, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
"A mere Dou Zong dares to stop me? Get lost!"
As his palm blasted forth, the surrounding cold energy surged violently. The black ice aura was restrained and profound, carrying lethal poisonous frost.
"Mere?" Wei Yang's right hand slowly stretched out from his wide sleeve.
In his palm, a black sun emerged, releasing blinding dark radiance. On its surface, countless tiny lightning serpents darted and flashed.
A terrifying aura of destruction spread forth, causing the black sun and the surrounding space around Wei Yang's palm to fracture, forming one after another thin pitch-black crack.
This scene made Bing He's pupils shrink slightly, his heart tightening.
Wei Yang lifted his gaze, his eyes sharp as they locked onto Bing He.
Suddenly, he grinned, carrying the meaning of death itself.
Then, with a fierce thrust—
Great Sun Burning the Heaven!
From his palm, the black sun filled with destructive might shot out violently, its size swelling rapidly against the wind.
At once, the energy of this entire world erupted violently. Even the heavy poison cloud above was overturned, rolling turbulently.
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