"Is he not at the end of his rope? He definitely can't unleash a third palm with that immortal technique."
"Damn it, go on, how can you let him be so arrogant?"
"You go first, I'll cover the rear!"
"Damn it, you said he couldn't even unleash a second palm earlier!"
"If no one goes, then everyone just watch. Our Four Great Kings are about to win anyway!"
"..."
Not a single Sky-Slayer dared to attack Wang Teng. Shalome, who wielded an immortal artifact, was dead. What would happen to them if they went up?
But Wang Teng was indeed reaching his limit. Both his spiritual power and his blood energy were nearly depleted.
Moreover, he had taken an arrow earlier.
His ribs were still fractured. Logically, he should have activated the imprint left by Chu Yang and returned to Blue Star.
But he was simply unwilling. Even though he knew he couldn't change anything, he was still unwilling.
He walked up to Zhuang Hongxia, holding Shalome's head, and said, "Look, I've taken his head off for you..."
Zhuang Hongxia's eyes welled up with tears. She suddenly felt that even if she died, it would be worth it.
There was a man willing to go this far for her, capable of unleashing power far exceeding all heavenly prodigies.
And he would remember her.
Wang Teng looked at Xiao Long, his eyes filled with a question.
Xiao Long lowered his head and said shamefully, "There are all sorts of cultivation techniques here. There are very few pills that can heal injuries, and no suitable sacred medicines..."
Wang Teng's eyes were filled with tears as he hugged Zhuang Hongxia and cried, "I don't want you to die..."
Sister Zhuang Hongxia's imposing aura had completely vanished. She curled up in Wang Teng's arms and whispered, "You will... remember my story, won't you?"
"I... how could I forget?"
"Go back... If you don't leave now, I'm going to cry..."
"I won't leave even if you cry!"
Zhuang Hongxia's life force grew weaker and weaker, yet Wang Teng was helpless.
What a cruel end of days...
At the same time, Dao Kong, who was fiercely battling the Four Great Sky-Slayer Kings, also sighed heavily.
His body was covered in wounds. He glanced back at the dwindling number of humans.
He was truly unwilling, but he had already done his best.
For the past twenty years, he had been trying to break through to the Immortal Emperor realm, but he couldn't grasp it.
If he could break through to Immortal Emperor, at least before the Sky-Slayer Supreme returned, this world would not have been harmed.
But he just couldn't do it.
"Goodbye, Dao Kong. Although we won, in a one-on-one fight, I am definitely no match for you."
"It's over. We won't give you a chance to self-destruct."
Dao Kong knew they were telling the truth. He couldn't even leave behind a glorious legacy like Su Tianye.
"If there is a next life, I will still be human and kill all the Sky-Slayer dogs!"
He let out a long roar, and his entire being erupted with power akin to the last rays of a setting sun.
He was a sword cultivator.
As his Dao Palace shattered, countless flying swords appeared from his body, and a weathered sword intent permeated the sky.
The four Kings immediately retreated. They would not give Dao Kong a chance for a mutual kill.
Moreover, after Su Tianye's self-destruction earlier, the remaining eighth-realm Sky-Slayers had retreated to heal.
In the end, he could only kill some insignificant Sky-Slayers.
Yes, to them, anyone below the eighth realm was considered insignificant.
And they could also spare some strength to protect a portion of their own kin.
Countless flying swords shuttled madly through the Sky-Slayer army, reaping the lives of Sky-Slayers, including some seventh-realm ones.
But that was all he could do. After killing several thousand Sky-Slayers, Dao Kong, the last Immortal King of the human race, also vanished from this world.
With Dao Kong's death, the remaining humans seemed to have lost their last pillar of support.
One knelt on the ground, weeping profusely.
Despair, what a despairing world.
The human cultivators who were still resisting were being reaped one by one.
What remained was a slaughter. This was supposed to be a battle they were destined to win.
"Brother Teng, should we... should we go back..."
Xiao Long said to Wang Teng, tears streaming down his face.
Wang Teng, who had lost all fighting power, hugged Zhuang Hongxia, who had only a single breath left. He looked at the humans being brutally slaughtered and said numbly, "Wait a little longer... wait a little longer..."
Zhuang Hongxia's skeleton had almost completely fractured. She weakly gripped Wang Teng's arm and said, "Let's go... we have no... hope left..."
The Sky-Slayers roared in their own language.
"Glory to the Sky-Slayers!"
In truth, their victory was not glorious. Their casualties were several times that of the humans.
But they were the ultimate victors, and they used this slogan to vent all the pent-up frustration from the battle.
The four Kings also noticed Wang Teng.
"Kill them..."
Numerous ferocious-looking Sky-Slayers lunged towards Wang Teng and the others. Now that they were protected by the Four Great Kings, they were no longer afraid.
Wang Teng and Xiao Long both touched the book-like imprint on their arms.
But there was a deep unwillingness and reluctance in their eyes. Wang Teng tightly bound Zhuang Hongxia to his body, hoping to take her with him. Even though Senior Immortal had said they couldn't bring others back, he still wanted to try.
Zhuang Hongxia had stopped speaking. She seemed to have lost all signs of life.
Wang Teng was heartbroken but powerless.
However, just as the dense ranks of Sky-Slayers were pouncing on them, a faint sigh echoed through the air.
"Alas, I'm a step too late."
Purple rays of light shone down from the sky, and all the Sky-Slayers revealed expressions of disbelief and horror.
Time seemed to have paused. Even the four Kings trembled uncontrollably.
This power, this oppressive aura, could only belong to a human Immortal Emperor.
"How... how is this possible?"
The void shattered, and an old man, shrouded in Primordial Violet Qi, emerged from it, gasping for breath.
The visitor was none other than Bai Nianchen's master, Emperor Zao Hua, who killed Sky-Slayer Supremes like slaughtering dogs.
However, Wang Teng and Xiao Long did not feel happy.
Was this a miracle? But why did it come so late?