Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 2027 - 1001: Entering the Star Gate! The World Withi

He grabbed Su Xiaowan, who was also on the verge of collapse beside him, and shouted with all his strength towards Lin Wan’er on the other side.

"Get in the door! Now! Imdiately!"

No ti to explain.

No ti to hesitate.

In front of that mysterious Demonic Cultivator leader, they couldn’t even withstand a single move.

Staying would be a dead end, and the Star Map would surely fall into the enemy’s hands.

The only chance of vitality lay beyond the door in front of them.

Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan, upon seeing that black streak of light, understood Luo Qingchen’s intention.

There was not a trace of hesitation in their eyes.

They had absolute, unconditional trust in Luo Qingchen.

However, just as they were about to charge towards the Star Gate.

Frantic shouts and the sound of sothing tearing through the air ca from all directions.

"The Star Gate is open! Quick! Seize the opportunity!"

The silver Sword Boat of the Tianqing Sword Sect tore through the sky like a massive sharp sword, its bow with a sharp ram flashing a chilling light, aid directly at the Star Gate.

"Hahaha! Such an opportunity, how can we let you Tianqing Sword Sect monopolize it!"

The golden palace of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion burst forth with dazzling golden light, with countless array runes circulating on the palace’s surface, elevating its speed to the extre.

These giants of the East Continent, who were previously intimidated by Master Xuan Yang, completely shed their disguises in the face of the imnse temptation of the Star Gate, revealing their greedy fangs.

Everyone wanted to be the first to enter the Star Gate.

Whover entered first could take the initiative and might even find a way to control the Star Gate, seizing this great opportunity for themselves.

Several figures leaped from two Cloud Boats, revealing themselves to be Nascent Soul Stage Elders.

They transford into streaks of colored light, rushing towards the Heavenly Desperate Cliff.

An unprecedented massive battle was about to erupt.

And the fastest among them was still the Demonic Cultivator leader with the silver mask.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a hundred miles and appeared above the Heavenly Desperate Cliff.

His cold, emotionless gaze swept over the cultivators below who were rushing over like ants, finally landing on Luo Qingchen and his companions and the Star Gate emanating endless allure.

"Stop."

Two words slowly uttered from beneath the silver mask.

The voice was hoarse and twisted, as if not sothing a human could produce.

With his words,

An invisible yet mountain-like heavy force descended instantly.

The entire space of the Heavenly Desperate Cliff seed to be frozen.

Luo Qingchen and his two companions felt a weight upon them, as if burdened by an invisible mountain, making even lifting a foot incredibly difficult.

Their forward montum was abruptly halted.

"The Star Map is mine."

The silver-masked leader slowly raised a hand.

The hand was dry, pale, like a dead man’s hand.

In his palm, a pitch-black energy ball, swirling and exuding a terrifying destructive aura, was rapidly forming.

Luo Qingchen’s heart sank to its lowest point.

He could feel an imnsely powerful force locking onto him.

He had no doubts that as soon as that energy ball was released, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

There was no escaping.

No avoiding it.

Was he really going to die here?

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Luo Qingchen’s eyes.

He turned back to glance at the Star Gate, so close yet seemingly worlds away.

He saw the vortex of the Star Gate beginning to contract at a slow yet irreversible pace.

The Star Gate could not remain open indefinitely.

Its activation consud the Qingyun Sect’s millennia of accumulated resources and Bai Ling’er’s True Dragon Power.

Now, this energy was dissipating quickly.

At most, in ten breaths, the door would close completely.

Ten breaths.

Life and death hung in those ten breaths.

Luo Qingchen’s gaze swept across Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan beside him.

Despite the fear on their faces, there was more a resolve to live and die with him.

He glanced once more into the distance, at Li Jianyi, Qian Wanli, and others who were frantically charging.

Then, his eyes returned to the silver-masked leader.

A crazy idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Take a gamble!

"Hold on to tightly!"

Luo Qingchen growled to the two won.

Then, he made a move that no one could have anticipated.

Instead of rushing towards the Star Gate, he turned around and faced towards the silver-masked leader.

He abandoned all defense.

He poured the last trace of newly-ford power, which had just rged from three different energies within him, onto his back, forming an extrely fragile yet resilient Energy Shield.

He intended to... withstand that strike!

"Courting death."

The silver-masked leader snorted disdainfully.

The black energy ball in his hand shot out.

No earth-shattering montum.

That energy ball transford into a black thin line, soundlessly and instantly crossing the spatial distance, hitting Luo Qingchen’s back.

Boom!

An indescribable, heart-wrenching pain surged through Luo Qingchen’s entire body.

He felt his internal organs pulverize under the strike.

His bones broke inch by inch.

His consciousness blanked for a mont.