The Phoenix, still entwined with the aftershocks of lightning, cried out loudly, its wings folding together, innurable fiery teor feathers erging in the void, raining down upon the Thunder Sea.
The Small Martial Saint similarly let out a long howl, charging directly into the Thunder Sea, wielding the Five Mountains Dragon Vein Great Fist Seal!
Each punch was accompanied by a dragon's shadow, the sound of dragon roars continuous and unbroken.
The Thunder Sea was rapidly evaporated, swiftly vanishing without a trace, not even a spark remaining.
The faces of both the Phoenix and the Small Martial Saint were sowhat pale, their energy heavily depleted, and even with the halo of the Venus Goddess, they could not recover in a short ti.
On Earth, it takes 'months' for an Immortal to recover mana, not to ntion an Earth Immortal.
Moreover, this was in the energy-scarce space environnt.
The void is not empty, but among the various energies in the void, only a very few can be absorbed by an Earth Immortal. If they cannot find a planet with Qi radiance in ti, they might even exhaust their mana, depleting it and dying.
"Martial Saint senior and Phoenix senior should rest first; leave the last one to !" Indra stepped forward.
The Phoenix looked back: "You alone?"
"Little brother is sowhat skilled in one-on-one combat, with so experience." He held a Vajra Pestle, opening a third eye between his brows.
Dong!
Venus struck the scepter on the ground, and in an instant, beneath Indra's feet, petals blood like flowers, radiating countless halos!
If Indra's montum was like running a mont before, now it was as if he had grabbed a sports car by the roadside, jumped in, and floored the accelerator!
Because it was truly powerful, his physical body swelled, and the vertical eye between his brows bulged like a goldfish.
He was so powerful that even he found it terrifying!
But everyone wasn't looking at him, instead, they set their eyes on Venus, who caused all of this.
"I'm not good at fighting, I can only do so minor things." Venus said ashadly, as if she was freeloading.
"..."
Since there was only one opponent left, no matter how one thought about it, their side wouldn't lose, and the atmosphere beca strange again.
Indra quickly brushed this aside; like the Small Martial Saint, he loved to battle and had been itching to fight from the sidelines.
At this mont, with countless halos upon him, he felt even more of a need to release his pent-up energy.
"Kill!"
The Vajra Pestle swung up, stretching tens of thousands of ters long, pressing down on the Thunder Temple like a golden Milky Way.
Boom!
The Thunder Temple roared with thunder, striking the Vajra Pestle off into the air.
Though Indra's arm was just numb, an inexplicable force dispelled the lightning, and as he twisted his body, the montum on the Vajra Pestle was released.
His arms full of divine power, he swung the Vajra Pestle again.
And at that mont, rumbling, the lightning in space struck down, hitting the Thunder Temple.
The scene was all too familiar.
The two Thunder lightning spirits had used this trick before to clad themselves in Thunder Armor and condense Lightning Battle Blades.
However, this ti it was different.
The lightning like a waterfall, within the temple wrapped in endless radiance, two figures erged beside the central spirit.
"Revived again?!" cried out the Small Martial Saint in shock.
The Phoenix felt an unspeakable astonishnt in her heart.
With the help of the Goddess, she and the Small Martial Saint had depleted most of their mana to kill the opponent and "destroy the corpse," yet they revived!
"Ignorance." The two Holy Spirits sneered, speaking the sa words, extrely contemptuous.
The opponent hadn't suffered any injury, not exhausting any abilities, and was in peak condition!
The Witch suddenly spoke: "It's the temple, as long as the three are not eliminated simultaneously, the temple can revive them!"
All three Holy Spirits looked at her simultaneously.
Boom!
Their gaze was substantial lightning, striking directly at the Witch.
With a cry of distress, a Paper Crane Shikigami was scorched, turning to ashes, and the Witch appeared in the distance, heart still trembling.
"Don't waste ti." The central spirit suddenly spoke.
It opened its mouth and inhaled, sucking the other two Holy Spirits into its mouth.
Bang!
It was not thunderclap, but a direct Thunder Sea crashed down, the central spirit stood up, stepping on the liquified Thunder Sea, walking step by step.
With each step, from within the liquified Thunder Sea, countless Thunder spirits were born, overwhelming the entire sky, rushing toward everyone.
"Great Brahma!"
"Vishnu's Domain!"
"The Domain of Gods!"
Indra roared, releasing a barrier.
A fiery red steed, pulling a divine chariot, erged from the void, its brilliance dazzling, cutting across the vault of heaven like a shooting star, or racing through the sky like a fireball.
As it passed Indra, he leaped up, landing on the chariot.
Amidst the roaring flas, a set of Divine Armor enveloped him.
He grasped the reins in his left hand, raising his right hand high, letting out a battle cry:
"The——Gods——Descend!"
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These gods were projections, but all possessed powerful divine power, tightly packed together, creating an awe-inspiring terror.
This was an army composed of gods!
"Kill!" Indra held the divine chariot's reins in one hand, the Vajra Pestle high in the other, like a Divine King in the heavens, leading the gods into battle.
Boom!
The Divine King's army clashed with the sea of Thunder spirits.
In an instant, the starry sky beca a battlefield, the sounds of slaughter rising like boiling water.
Indra and the Thunder spirits confronted each other within the army; seemingly not engaging physically, but their aura had already rged with the surrounding forces.
If the army won, he would win; if the army fell, he too would fall.
This was a comprehensive contest of abilities, wisdom, strength, military strategy, morale, courage, and more.
Each team's tacit cooperation in the great army was a contest of Indra's and the Thunder spirits' underlying strengths.
The onlookers, all at least Immortals, even if they didn't understand at first, after watching for a while, were imdiately awestruck.
This was a comprehensive reflection of the two's abilities; rely observing could increase experience, enhancing ability—experience was also a kind of ability, moreover, one could learn not only experience but also real skills and combat techniques in the process.
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