Chapter 912: Chapter 548_2
After all, Guangxu was nothing more than a puppet manipulated by the old demoness Cixi; he couldn’t even practice cultivation, and in the end, he was turned into a human swine, replaced by a substitute—Li for Tao Jiang.
Now, there was no other way; if they could not escape from the Blue Star Human Race continent, then the only fate waiting for Kang Mazi and his companions was a dead-end road, with no chance of survival.
Therefore, it was a ti that called for strength, and they could no longer afford to continue cultivating their foundation and potential.
Therefore, after Kang Mazi and Yongzheng had broken through to the early stage of the Seventh Grade Sanctum, they were able to control their rapidly increased strength very quickly and effortlessly manipulate the Domain Power of a King.
Unfortunately, they encountered Zi Liyuan, a freak who seed to cheat fate.
At the mid-stage of the Seventh Grade Sanctum, he could even burst forth the combat power of the late-stage, making him a top-notch powerhouse within the first layer of the Sea of Realms.
Even the Sea of Realms’ alien races, ranked within the top ten thousand, would have to show him so respect, making it extrely difficult to surround and kill him.
“It’s truly difficult to kill a genuine Seventh Grade Sanctum.”
Every kind of attack was used, and many of them were specifically aid at the soul.
As a result, apart from accelerating the depletion of the national fortune within Kang Mazi, this fellow’s Spirit was only subjected to certain shocks, sustaining a bit of damage.
Truly damned!
Even among the Nether Emperor’s inheritance, many spells targeted at the soul were weakened in potency under the protection of the Fortune Golden Dragon.
“No wonder, as long as one is an Emperor, the Nether can only wait for their Life Span to run out to wish for their death.”
This Fortune Golden Dragon thing had too great an impact.
But thinking of this, Zi Liyuan quickly contacted Mo Yi.
From the old witch’s body, the Blood River Demon Soul Formation had absorbed so of the national fortune.
The forcibly stripped Fortune Golden Dragon from the old witch’s body was also tainted and demonized by this Evil Formation.
Therefore, the Blood River Demon Soul Formation was infused with a trace of national fortune.
“Mo Yi, I’ll restrain Kang Mazi forcefully. You try to use the Blood River to invade his body and see if you can forcibly snatch the national fortune within Kang Mazi and lure out the Fortune Golden Dragon.”
Naturally, there was no sign of Mo Yi on the battlefield.
She needed to preside over the Great Formation, sealing the space all around. If she entered the battlefield, she would inevitably beco a target for Kang Mazi and Yongzheng.
Therefore, Mo Yi was hidden in an underground chamber covered by a stealth Formation, located a hundred kiloters from the battlefield.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Through the communication crystal, they kept in contact.
Zi Liyuan had even left behind a Treasure for exploration, through which Mo Yi could check the battlefield situation, which also facilitated her control over the Great Formation, and to grasp the critical monts of the situation’s changes.
The defensive old demon soul, the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon, and the ferocious Ghost King were all controlled by Mo Yi.
Originally because of the “Ghost Gate Pass,” the entire battlefield beca enveloped in a gray-black Ghost Qi.
At this mont, once again, the waves of blood surged mightily.
Then a Blood Dragon made of fresh blood charged directly at Kang Mazi.
With its mouth wide open, it swallowed its opponent in one gulp.
Endless torrents of bloodwater began to assault Kang Mazi’s flesh and body.
Countless droplets of blood, under the control of Mo Yi, penetrated Kang Mazi’s body.
Eyes, ears, mouth, nose… one opening after another, bloodwater was continuously poured in.
Originally dried up of blood, Kang Mazi already looked like a mummified corpse.
Now, under the washing of the bloodwater, his body was gradually swelling up.
The mummified body slowly beca plump and even showed an eerie rosy hue.
But Kang Mazi was not at all pleased. His strength inside was rapidly diminishing, especially the already scarce national fortune.
And the Fortune Golden Dragon, which road in his ridians and acupuncture points protecting his Spirit, was very reluctant to stay in his fleshly body under the erosion of this blood, and it wanted to break free.
For this reason, Kang Mazi had to multitask, mobilizing his Spirit to soothe and restrain the sowhat erratic Fortune Golden Dragon.
If the Fortune Golden Dragon were to flee his body, all that awaited him would be an imdiate death.
The ferocity of the Death Lord would undoubtedly not spare him, and he might even suffer more horrible torture than death itself.
Who says Death Lords aren’t all crazy freaks?
Desiring to play with souls, for those life forms that fall into their hands, death is only the beginning. Beyond that, more horrific thods await their lost souls.
Hence, Kang Mazi absolutely does not want to fall into the adversary’s grasp.
Therefore, in order to stay alive and escape, he starts to spare no expense.
A flash of madness crosses the depths of his eyes. Kang Mazi grits his teeth in secret, his thoughts plunging into his body, attempting to mobilize the dwindling energy of national destiny.
The Dragon of Fortune is the last reserve of a dynasty, and its fall signals the end and the final demise of that empire.
The energy of national destiny is the accumulation of the dynasty, growing stronger with the length of the empire’s rule, and it also fluctuates with the various state affairs that arise.
However, the amount of the energy of national destiny is entirely dependent on the developnt of the dynasty.
The dynasty of the Wild Boar Skin is on the brink of collapse, with only the lowest, non-reducible level of energy of national destiny left.
Now, as Kang Mazi madly marshals the forces, the very last of the old reserve starts to pour into the body of the Dragon of Fortune!
Once the energy of national destiny is used to drive the Dragon of Fortune of the dynasty, only one fate lies ahead.
The Dragon of Fortune will burst forth with all the energy of national destiny that the empire has gathered from its inception to its fall in a brief mont.
And when this explosive force of energy is exhausted, that is also when the Dragon of Fortune disintegrates and fades away.
Kang Mazi, of course, wishes to preserve the Dragon of Fortune. As long as it exists, he could totally seize the territory of an alien race in the Sea of Realms and compel the Dragon of Fortune to devour the other’s Dragon of Fortune.
Doing so allows forcefully snatching a kingdom to serve as the foundation for a coback.
Indeed, this approach brings endless troubles. However, it is still thousands, if not hundreds of tis better than starting from scratch to build a new empire.
Unfortunately, he encountered Zi Liyuan, who forced him into a dead end.
If he does not wish to die, he must play all of his cards in hopes of a sliver of a chance for survival.
All the energy of national destiny gets infused into the Dragon of Fortune.
The next mont, a resonant Dragon Roar can be heard emanating from his battered and flesh-torn body.
The sound, ethereal, reverberates through space.
Layers upon layers of spatial fissures begin to appear around him.
The sealed space, like glass mirrors, shatter bit by bit under the Dragon Roar, slowly but firmly spreading out in all directions.
Cracks form in space, swallowing everything in the vicinity.
As if it’s the end of the world, like the shattering of heaven and earth.
“Thinking of running? Kang Mazi, you are much too naïve.”
With the inheritance of the Ghost King, which spans hundreds of thousands of years, it contains nurous thods to deal with empires.
How can Zi Liyuan let Kang Mazi escape through the disintegration of the Dragon of Fortune?
Almost in an instant, the Ghost Gate Pass is levitated and controlled by Zi Liyuan, crushing down on Kang Mazi’s head.
A majestic ghost city, intermittently visible within the Ghost Gate Pass, flickers in and out of existence.
The ghost city is grand and dominating, and an ominous plaque emanates endless Ghost Qi at the city gates, inscribed with — Fengdu!
“Suppress!”
While Zi Liyuan’s power has surged, he is not yet capable of summoning Fengdu Ghost City into the Sea of Realms.
But it’s a different story with a Necro Realm supporting him.
The power of the Death Lord in his body starts to be terrifyingly consud; millions of Spiritual Power in just a second.
However, with a Necro Realm supporting, the massive Power of Death inside can completely offset this consumption.
The appearance of Fengdu Ghost City imdiately radiates a terrifying Power of Laws.
Every being illuminated by its fearso glow, their spirits tremble.
Kang Mazi, in a mont, falls into a dazed state.
His spirit, overwheld by the aura of Fengdu Ghost City, becos utterly muddled.
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