In the spiritual world, Ye Tianzi let out a sigh of lantation, pondering for a long ti with a worried heart:
"My child, I don’t have much ti left in this world..."
"If this ss can’t be cleaned up, I will die with regret, I must exert my last bit of ager strength..."
Upon hearing Ye Tianzi stress once again that his death was irreversible, Ye Hanjun felt a tightness in his chest and tentatively asked:
"Elder, is there a possibility that your arrow could kill the tainted god?"
"Probably a one in ten thousand chance."
Ye Tianzi thought for a mont and honestly said:
"By retrieving the fragnts of the ancestral city’s artifact body, at the cost of its complete fragntation, I can unleash a strike more powerful than the arrow that shot down the Light Witch God, recreating the strongest strike of my peak period without divine power enhancent."
"But these two tainted gods are not physically frail divinities; my strongest strike can only injure them at most, certainly not enough to kill them."
"If only I had Ye Shura’s divine power, he could help pinpoint their weaknesses; a single arrow could hit the critical spot. With his cooperation, whether it’s a surprise attack or a head-on clash, I would stand a great chance of obliterating the cultivator of the Dao of the body who is the Fetus of God Sealing..."
"To create an opportunity for your father?" Ye Hanjun pressed on.
"No," Ye Tianzi shook his head, "the Demon God and Demoniac God, they share their lifeblood, almost like conjoined twins."
"Rather than targeting them, it’s better to target the devil god."
"His flashy skills, I actually have so effects that can counter them; this was verified from his ancestors. Since his bloodline hasn’t mutated, the sa logic should apply..."
"Kill the Jester Emperor?"
The red glow in Ye Hanjun’s pupils shimred lightly, as he hesitated:
"Elder, just now, I had a realization, I still have an ace up my sleeve that I haven’t used."
"Once I use it, I’m not sure how strong it will be, but perhaps it can also provide so help..."
"Oh?"
Ye Tianzi, surprised, shifted half of his attention.
After a brief conversation, he fell silent for at least a dozen seconds before asking solemnly:
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Ye Hanjun slightly nodded:
"I’m just one step away from advancing to the Seventh Rank."
"Sword Thunder Child is a divine spirit derived from the incarnation of Heavenly Dao, and he signed an unheard-of divine contract with , transcending the Blood Covenant and normal contracts, representing an absolute uniqueness."
"Based on the text on the sword, I have actually already passed the heavenly tribulation, the most difficult hurdle has been crossed."
"But I’m still missing a ceremony, without which I can’t escape the surveillance and binding of Heavenly Dao, and I’ll remain a 6th Rank for my entire life, unable to advance."
"What if Sword Thunder Child is a deception from Heavenly Dao?" Ye Tianzi worriedly said.
"It shouldn’t be..."
Ye Hanjun recalled the mysterious divine being whose single drop of blood could overturn a heavenly tribulation; if they wanted him dead, why bother healing his fatal injury.
But these images could only be branded in his mind, and no matter what, Ye Hanjun couldn’t communicate with outsiders, even with soone who had already died and was destined to dissipate, a god among the beast soldiers.
"If such a promotion really materializes, tales about you will be passed down for a long, long ti..."
"One day in the future, if you prove your path with Double Crowns, Ye surna might stand at the pinnacle of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Races, commanding respect from all, with no other clan surpassing..."
Ye Tianzi was filled with mixed emotions, seeming both wistful and regretful:
"It’s a pity; I won’t see that day."
"But... now that the opportunity to hunt the Jester Emperor has arrived, in these final monts, why not let witness what ’All Gods Witness, the Funeral in the Sky’ ans."
As he spoke, the Jester Emperor within the realm of death, enduring the invasion of the murky fog, gritted his teeth in agony.
He seed to have made up his mind, resolved to escape this deadly prison.
Then, he approached a wall in the realm of death, using it as a mirror to reflect his own form.
"Whoosh..."
The life fluctuations of the Jester Emperor within the realm of death plumted suddenly.
Outside the realm of death, an outline was drawn of a Jester Emperor similarly afflicted with disease, erging from the void into physical form, appearing in sync.
Escape skill—True and False Jester!
As long as the Jester Emperor believes that the one outside the realm of death is real and the one inside is fake, then he can be freed from confinent, completely escaping death and bacterial entanglent.
"Huff... huffhuff..."
Clearly, this skill was costly.
After casting the spell, the Jester Emperor was actually gasping for breath, the color of his eyes significantly dimd.
Ye Shitian, the Tainted Demon God, and the Corrupt Demon Minister promptly noticed his movent.
The two gods, though with deranged minds, either clapped their hands or stomped their feet.
They loudly acclaid the Jester Emperor for his cunning and deviousness; the barrier they couldn’t escape, yet the Jester Emperor, with this miraculous skill, was able to break free, truly deserving of recognition from the demon clan, possessing so real skills.
"Boom!"
Ye Shitian raised his scythe, looking towards the Jester Emperor through the realm of death, his clenched hand brimming with boundless killing intent.
"Hah, if you don’t want your kinsn’s corpses to litter the ground, you can simply loosen the barrier; by that ti, the murky fog will drift, the city will fall, and people will perish, and you can naturally catch again."
The Jester Emperor glared back defiantly, his pale makeup reflecting fierce determination on his face, as if ready to die together with his adversary.
"Ye surna, your opponents are us, don’t get distracted!"
The Tainted Demon God thrashed his tail, causing heavenly disruption and producing a flood of excrent, splashing everywhere chaotically.
The Corrupt Demon Minister giggled and followed behind the Tainted Demon God, each gust of wind raising filth waves sky-high.
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