For Wan Jun at this mont, his mind was filled with nothing but the urge to kill, devoid of any other emotions. Not only was the Demonic Qi boiling on the Domain Instrunt Seven-Star Dragon Abyss he wielded, but Wan Jun himself was also enveloped in a mass of Demonic Qi. However, this state didn't last long, and after just a bit more than a single breath, the Demonic Qi swirling around Wan Jun's body suddenly roiled like boiling water before all of it surged into his body.
When all the Demonic Qi had dissipated, Wan Jun's body was covered with nurous pitch-black, mysterious patterns that appeared directly on his skin. His crimson eyes, along with the black Demonic Qi patterns on his skin, made him look incredibly eerie and enigmatic. Moreover, the black patterns seed to bear so resemblance to the deep red patterns that Jixin of the Myriad Gods Hall had used during the Six Kingdoms War; yet, upon closer inspection, one could still spot so differences.
At that ti, the one hundred and eight varied Dragon Souls that soared into the sky summoned by Long Tian had flashed through the multitudes of Ferocious Beasts to arrive at Wan Jun's side. But that was all they did. Knowing just how terrifying Wan Jun could be after becoming possessed, Long Tian's Dragon Souls rely stayed at a safe distance, sharing the pressure and ensuring that not too many Ferocious Beasts could attack Wan Jun at the sa ti.
On the other side of Wan Jun, the black mist transford by Mo Wu had also arrived. Like Long Tian, Mo Wu kept his distance, about two thousand ters away, beginning to contract his black mist to an area spanning five hundred ters, reducing the number of Ferocious Beasts charging at Wan Jun from this direction.
With these two mighty beings blocking part of the onslaught, though Wan Jun was still surrounded by five or six hundred kinds of Ferocious Beasts attacking frenziedly, with the strength gained from possession, Wan Jun wasn't under much pressure. On the contrary, as the number of kills increased, his combat power was gradually rising.
anwhile, the others who had initially scattered and fled had also stopped their plans to continue retreating, instead exerting their maximum effort to intercept more Ferocious Beasts for Wan Jun. Soon, with everyone coordinating, the Ferocious Beasts, though more frenzied, were decreasing in numbers at a steady rate.
Seeing the frenzied state of these beasts, it seed only a matter of ti before they were annihilated. Given this situation, Mo Wu suddenly issued an order, an order he would regret for a long ti. Since the situation had gradually stabilized, Mo Wu ordered everyone to reduce the intensity of their attacks to prioritize conserving their own strength.
They aid to corral the Ferocious Beasts together because, despite the lack of peril in the fierce battle that included him, they still had to exert their full strength, resulting in a terrifying depletion of their physical and Spiritual Power. In fact, many had already begun swallowing elixirs capable of recovery while fighting.
In a normal battle, one could recover a bit during the fight by controlling the strength of their attacks. However, faced with these Ferocious Beasts, each one crazed and fearless, every strike had to be full-force, aiming for a one-hit kill. Otherwise, if you didn't kill it with your blow, it might completely disregard its own condition and try to bite off a chunk of you before dying.
Moreover, Mo Wu knew that the Allied Forces of the Netherworld would certainly take this opportunity to make their move. Defeating these Ferocious Beasts did not an the end of the battle. Therefore, as soon as Mo Wu issued his command, everyone except Wan Jun, who was already possessed, consciously slowed down the strength of their attacks and focused on defense and evasion, gradually narrowing the scope of the battle.
The fight raged on, and by now, before the gates of the Annihilation Palace, a little over a thousand Ferocious Beasts remained. The forces of Annihilation had left behind five corpses, and three others were severely wounded and had lost their ability to fight, thus being protected by the black mist emanated by Mo Wu. And through the extensive slaughter, the Demonic Qi and bloodthirsty aura enveloping Wan Jun almost reached a peak.
By now, his every strike could almost instantly kill a ferocious beast. Just as Mo Wu began to breathe a sigh of relief, planning to first send these three severely injured people back to the safety of Annihilation Palace's defensive array to rest, all the ferocious beasts at the scene suddenly stopped attacking at the sa ti.
This sudden change took everyone by surprise, with no one having anticipated it. Even Wan Jun, who had been possessed, couldn't help but pause his actions, looking around in confusion at the ferocious beasts that seed as if they had been hit with a binding spell. By then, most of the beasts had been deliberately driven and lured by the people there to surround Wan Jun.
Moreover, it seed that the beasts were particularly interested in Wan Jun. They would still attack others, but if the person dodged, then the beasts would imdiately turn and charge toward Wan Jun. So now, of the more than a thousand remaining ferocious beasts, a full seven hundred had encircled Wan Jun.
And in the instant these beasts abruptly stopped moving, an extrely uneasy feeling flickered through Mo Wu's heart. Almost instinctively, he abandoned everything and dashed towards Wan Jun with the fastest speed he could muster. As Mo Wu's form turned into Demon Mist and moved, all the ferocious beasts at the scene also lifted their heads and let out a long, drawn-out howl.
The howling was filled with endless reluctance and heroism, causing anyone who heard it to involuntarily tremble. Listening to that piercing howl painted a grueso vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in everyone's mind. Yet the howling stopped as abruptly as it had started, without any warning.
Then, under the disbelieving gaze of all, the bodies of the ferocious beasts suddenly began to swell dramatically, and the energy within each beast rapidly congregated towards a certain point in their bodies. Watching these beasts in a daze, everyone was montarily taken aback.
This didn't seem like they were preparing so kind of powerful move. How could it look so much like a self-explosion? "Everyone, defend with all your might, these damn beasts are going to self-destruct!" soone shouted loudly. At once, that heart-wrenching scream snapped everyone to attention. Self-destruct? What a joke! A thousand plus beasts, each one at least of the Eight Patterns Supre level, self-destructing? The power was beyond what anyone could imagine.
Despite being terrified, no one hesitated for even a mont. Better to err on the side of caution; whether or not it was a real self-destruction, the priority was to find a way to defend themselves. If it turned out not to be a self-destruction, so be it. But if there really was a collective self-destruction, at least they would have so protection rather than being directly exposed to the blast.
However, not everyone was focused on defending; in that mont, everyone at the scene seed to embrace the notion of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their divine skills. Those who were naturally good at defending or possessed defensive-type Supre Treasures chose to defend with all their might. As for those not adept in defense, they did whatever they could.
So strong individuals of Earth attribute quickly ford an Earth Shield and dove deep underground, while those with powerful flying abilities shot towards the sky, and so with extrely fast movent speeds took advantage of the immobile beasts to run towards the direction of Annihilation Palace as fast as they ever had in their lives. Naturally, at this mont, everyone brought out their most treasured assets.
Elixirs, Magic Treasures—no matter how valuable, one had to be alive to enjoy them. When it ca to life and death, these so-called Supre Treasures were nothing but tools for survival.
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