Chapter 627 - 286: Spirit Vein! Spirit Vein! (Part 2)

If the robe on his body didn’t have those few tears, and the ancient gray monk’s robes he wore weren’t stained with large patches of blood, he might still appear as a very "Enlightened Monk."

"Then let’s do it."

Lu Wenwu grinned and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Return within the first defense line, guard for an hour for me. I need to adjust, and your states also need to recover in rotation."

The Old Flood Dragon said nothing, transforming into the True Dragon Body, and directly carried Lu Wenwu onto his back, ready to turn back, but stumbled suddenly, his body sinking down.

He almost got crushed flat by a terrifying force, instantly mobilizing all his Demon Power for support and barely managed to stand, taking difficult steps towards the first defense line.

It wasn’t a physical weight but an immense oppression on the soul.

He turned to look at the source of the pressure, involuntarily drawing a cold breath.

It’s the Dragon Mansion!

His Majesty the Dragon Emperor had been fighting under such pressure all this time?

In his heart, the Old Flood Dragon had a newfound level of admiration for Lu Wenwu, finding such powerful strength worthy of genuine respect.

After all, it’s a top-tier War Immortal Artifact crafted personally by the Dragon Ancestor.

Essentially, it’s something that shouldn’t appear in the Lower Realm, let alone be used.

This is also why Lu Wenwu maintained his half-human, half-dragon body, even at the limit, without using the pure human physique which consumes less energy.

If not for the resonance with the Dragon Race’s bloodline, the might of the Purgatory Dragon Body, along with the miraculous Influence Body Refining Skill, he wouldn’t be able to drive such a powerful top-tier War Immortal Artifact.

It’s like a child swinging a broadsword, let alone bearing such soul pressure while fighting—even without needing him to provide Energy!

Noticing the Old Flood Dragon’s difficulty, Lu Wenwu laughed helplessly, flipped off his back, and moved back step by step to the rear of the first defense line himself.

The other Peak of Divinity Transformation powerhouses followed his movements.

Upon returning to the area between the first and second defense lines, everyone’s pressure was suddenly reduced.

Facing a large number of Split Creatures at the Middle and Late Divinity Transformation Stages, the defense was tough.

But with nine peak powerhouses working together, countering those at Early Stage of Divinity Transformation and below was easy; often, a single spell could knock down a large swath.

They slaughtered silently, recovered silently, and waited silently.

The nine who came here knew well.

This forceful beheading is likely to end in a ten-deaths-no-life outcome.

Yet, they didn’t hesitate.

Lu Wenwu’s recovery speed was rapid.

It took less than half an hour with the aid of elixirs to return to peak condition.

His terrifying recovery left all Divinity Transformation powerhouses in awe.

No wonder he’s the Dragon Emperor!

Lu Wenwu rose, stretching his muscles and glanced at the Dragon Mansion presenting its Purgatory Great Wall form.

"We need to hurry. Here, the reserve of low-grade Spirit Veins is less than two thousand, and all the Spirit Veins at the world’s edge have been burned out; the situation is not optimistic."

Earlier when Lu Wenwu said every second needed to be cherished, it wasn’t just empty words.

Unfolding the Purgatory Great Wall’s war form, the resources consumed every second are astronomical.

Under the current intensity and participant numbers and cultivation, a single complete low-grade Spirit Vein could only last a minute!

Every day of twenty-four-hour combat causes one thousand four hundred and forty Spirit Veins to disappear from this world forever.

All the low-grade Spirit Veins on land and sea together amount to merely about six thousand in total!

Their speed must increase.

If they fight to the end, even if they can defeat the True Demon Mother Insect, it will be meaningless.

Without Spirit Veins, and without the world of modern technology, there’s no way to resist the Power of Corruption spreading around the world.

The entire world would gradually head towards extinction.

"The rate of Spirit Vein depletion has remained steady from the start of the battle until now, which is not a good sign, our casualties are heavy," Lu Wenwu said again.

The Purgatory Great Wall state, apart from the basic maintenance consumption of Spirit Vein power, experiences Energy consumption that increases or decreases based on the strength, number of participating creatures, and overall war intensity.

Logically, since the number of Split Creatures is continuously increasing and the pollution concentration is rising.

In this case, the Purgatory Great Wall’s consumption should be steadily increasing.

But now, with consumption equal to the start of the war, it can only mean one thing.

The allied forces of cultivators and Demon Beasts are dying off in large numbers!

Without needing to bolster more living beings, consumption thus remains unchanged!

Upon hearing Lu Wenwu’s reminder, the nine powerhouses’ expressions grew solemn, their bodies surging with Spiritual Power, decisively stepping onto the battlefield in front of the first defense line again.

Lu Wenwu, who returned to the peak, had black Dragon Flames burning on his body surface, with dazzling golden Battle Patterns shining brilliantly.

"With me as the spearhead, charge!"

...

Southern Continent.

Duan Chaolong had been commanding the Flying Sword, carrying his foolish disciple flying day and night without rest for two whole days and nights, eating a Fasting Pill when hungry.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with bloodshot streaks, like those cultivators who have entered the stage of entering the demon.

But he didn’t dare stop, not even for a moment.

Through the villages and cities they’ve passed in these three days, not a single person was seen, evidently, the Immortal Dao Alliance had prepared early, moving these mortals beforehand.

This couldn’t have been shooting without direction, they surely expected this.

Staying would mean death, they must flee!

Thus, only when his internal Spiritual Power ran dry, would Duan Chaolong descend the Flying Sword, while moving forward with Liu Erniu on foot, taking out a Spirit Stone to slightly replenish his Spiritual Power, then continue on the journey.

Even when answering nature’s call, it was done upon the Flying Sword!

Duan Chaolong didn’t find it shameful, as he had never claimed to be an Immortal Master with the demeanor of an immortal wind and Dao bone.

Merely struggling at the bottom ranks of the Cultivation Realm, staying alive was exhausting enough, where would he have the mind to uphold any nonsensical virtue or shame in such desolate lands?

That widespread black mist followed behind like a Life-taking Talisman.

He watched, with his own eyes, several Nascent Soul True Monarchs being devoured and assimilated, almost scaring him out of his wits, driving him northward at full speed.

After three days, even a fool like Duan Chaolong had noticed.

His ability to run faster than those Nascent Soul True Monarchs and temporarily resist the black mist’s invasion wasn’t due to his prowess.

But merely thanks to the Jade Pendant at his chest, sealing a low-grade Spirit Vein.

"Ancestor bless, Ancestor bless..."

Duan Chaolong muttered, constantly squeezing out Spiritual Power from the Elixir Field Dao Foundation, channeling it into the Flying Sword that trembled slightly from overuse.

Liu Erniu, worried, handed him an elixir, advising anxiously, "Master, there are only three Qi Recovery Pills left. We’ve already distanced ourselves far from the black mist, you... you should really rest."

With bloodshot eyes, Duan Chaolong swallowed the elixir whole, not turning his head as he replied, "Rest? At the speed at which the mist is spreading, we’ll soon be caught! The Teleportation Array has already failed. Without flying day and night, do we, the two of us, have any chance of survival?"

Liu Erniu shrank his neck, muttering, "Mas... Master, maybe... maybe you should just leave me behind. I... I’ve always been clumsy, and the Sect was lost because of me... I..."

There was a moment when Duan Chaolong was truly tempted.

He genuinely wanted to just drop this burden and leave on his own with his Sword Control.

If it were just him, he would have already been completely out of danger’s reach.

Not that he could rest easy, but at the very least, he could sleep peacefully and have a warm meal.

At first, he really didn’t care much for this foolish disciple.

Slow-witted, lacking talent, and utterly timid.

But... people are not plants, who can be without emotion?

Even raising a cat or a dog requires emotional investment!

After going through so many ordeals together, Duan Chaolong truly accepted his foolish disciple wholeheartedly.