1038. A Perilous Choice
1038. A Perilous Choice
As the patriarch of the Spirit Clan, Ling Yuan still held control of the Spirit Realm, and the battle qi output connected to the remnant soul of the Spirit Emperor was severed once again. He drew upon the battle qi stored by the Spirit Clan, transforming it into a dazzling and enormous pillar of light that fell directly upon him, replenishing him with a new surge of power!
Now, neither Qing Lin nor the Pill Tower Ancestor dared to launch another forceful attack. Although Ling Yuan was in a sorry state, the two of them weren't in much better shape either.
His clothes were covered in blood and torn. The green ox that the old ancestor of the Pill Tower rode could no longer bear it and was directly gathered up by him.
The dozen or so seven-colored Devouring Python souls released by Qinglin were successively destroyed in the continuous battles, leaving only four remaining. These seven-colored Devouring Python souls were not easy to obtain, and replenishing them would be troublesome. If they were all destroyed, it would also have a significant impact on Qinglin.
Using the pillar of battle aura, Ling Yuan recovered much of his energy and gained a chance to catch his breath.
In the blink of an eye, he had already made his choice. Instead of continuing to pursue Qing Lin and the Pill Tower Ancestor, he set his sights on Xiao Yan.
This is the person!
Back on the night of the Pill Tower incident, it was he who thwarted the Spirit Clan's elaborate schemes, and ultimately even broke through the great formation surrounding the Pill Tower with his Fire Lotus. Without Xiao Yan, the Spirit Clan would never have failed, and they would certainly have been able to successfully absorb the Pill Tower Ancestor.
And today, it was him again, the one who first killed Ling Qingbai, one of their own, and in the end, even Ling Xuanmo died at his hands. The fact that the Spirit Clan is now in such a desperate situation is inextricably linked to this person.
With both old and new grudges combined, Ling Yuan could no longer remain calm and, taking advantage of his current momentum, attempted to forcibly kill Xiao Yan.
Before Ling Yuan arrived, a figure had already come to Xiao Yan's side. Dressed in fiery red, the figure quickly injected Dou Qi into Xiao Yan's body to restore his energy. Who else could it be but Huo Zhi?
Huo Zhi sensed Ling Yuan's killing intent towards Xiao Yan and was extremely worried: "Xiao Yan, let's retreat quickly!"
Xiao Yan shook his head as he looked at Ling Yuan, who was on the verge of madness. There was no way to escape, and Xiao Yan didn't believe Ling Yuan had any ability to change the outcome of the battle.
"The Spirit Clan Chief is already at his last gasp. If we want to win now, defeating this remnant soul of a Dou Di is the most important thing!"
Just now, Ling Yuan withdrew his Dou Qi, which had been attacking the remnant soul of the Spirit Emperor, causing the remnant soul, which had been able to hold its own against Yan Jin, to gradually fall into a disadvantageous position. Although it was the power left behind by a Dou Di, it was ultimately only a remnant, and it was already extremely difficult for it to be able to temporarily resist a nine-star Dou Sheng head-on. Xiao Yan had a feeling that the battle over there was only missing this final spark; as long as he could add to it, Yan Jin would soon be able to decide the victor.
If Yan Jin wins, a nine-star Dou Sheng who has regained his freedom will be enough to completely determine the outcome of the battlefield!
"Ziyan, please buy me some time!"
"Fire Child, transfer all your battle aura to me!"
Xiao Yan's voice was already a little hoarse, but his mind was incredibly clear. He mobilized all the available power around him, as he still had things to do.
Ling Yuan had already arrived, and Zi Yan immediately flew out as well. Xiao Yan and Huo Zhi were unable to stop Ling Yuan.
To withstand Ling Yuan's onslaught, Zi Yan's dragon scales were fully revealed, radiating a dazzling purple-gold light, but she was still far inferior to her initial strength. The gap between Zi Yan and Ling Yuan was already considerable, and the stunning slash that had just killed Ling Xuanmo had consumed most of her battle qi.
"Those who block my way, die!"
Ling Yuan showed no mercy to Zi Yan. His brother's death was partly Zi Yan's fault, and his aura reached its peak. He unleashed three punches, each imbued with his rage. The impact of their clashes created a deafening roar and piercing screams. Zi Yan tried to block with her arms, her dragon scales visible as a shield, but she couldn't withstand the force of the punches and was forced to retreat mid-air. After taking the third punch, Ling Yuan had shattered most of the purple-gold light, and Zi Yan was now swaying precariously.
The force of the punch sent a shiver through Zi Yan's arms, making them feel numb and trembling uncontrollably, as if her hands no longer belonged to her. At the same time, her face turned deathly pale, and a mouthful of blood shot out uncontrollably.
"His Majesty!"
"Zi Yan!"
When Elder Qingshan saw this scene, he was terrified. Just a moment ago, he was wondering what was going on with Xiao Yan and Zi Yan's combined attack, and why they had directly killed Ling Xuanmo.
The next moment, his own Dragon Emperor actually dared to take the attack of a six-star Dou Sheng with his bare body! Then, Qingshan didn't even want to think about the battle he was in anymore and flew to the rescue.
"Don't panic, hold the line!"
A somewhat childish but incredibly clear voice reached Qingshan's ears just in time, instantly dispelling any thoughts that had crossed his mind. A pale blue figure appeared before Ziyan, using a sword to deflect Lingyuan's fourth punch and block all the impact.
The person who just transmitted the message, and the one who appeared now to block Zi Yan's path, was the patriarch of the Pill Tower. As one of the three commanders of this surprise attack, he also bore the responsibility of stabilizing the situation. Before, when there was no need for him to perform, he was focused on fighting the enemy; now, at the most critical moment, he stepped forward.
"Xiao Yan, continue doing whatever you want!"
With a single sentence, the Old Ancestor of the Pill Tower simultaneously calmed Elder Qingshan and Xiao Yan, who were affected by Zi Yan's injury.
Both of them were indeed extremely worried about Zi Yan, especially Xiao Yan, because Zi Yan's strength in the battle had exceeded his expectations. He thought that Zi Yan would be fine even if she faced Ling Yuan for the time being, but unfortunately, Zi Yan was already close to her limit and almost lost her life.
Xiao Yan would never let his friends die for the sake of the current situation, so he had already stopped fusing with the Fire Lotus. However, the Pill Tower Ancestor stood in front of him and stabilized the situation in time.
Xiao Yan looked at Zi Yan, still feeling somewhat guilty, and immediately slapped himself on the face. The battle had taken a heavy toll on his fighting spirit and mental energy, and the violent power he had unleashed while fighting alongside Zi Yan had also affected his clear judgment. He kept reminding himself that he needed to calm down.
The next moment, Ling Yuan continued his attack. After a long period of exhaustion, the Pill Tower Ancestor was not in good condition, and his body was somewhat unsteady. His true form was made of pills and could not be injured like a human, but the changes at this moment also indicated that he was running out of strength.
He took out a considerable amount of pills from his storage ring and controlled them to melt rapidly, using the medicinal flow to replenish his own energy.
The method was the same as before, but this time the effect was much worse than before. Firstly, the quality of the pills was not as good as the previous batch, and secondly, his own condition had declined quite severely.
Even so, he firmly stopped Ling Yuan. Seeing that Xiao Yan was still worried about him, he immediately transmitted his voice, "Don't worry about me, continue what you're doing!"
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