"Phew, that was close."
The two, having escaped from the jaws of death, let out a sigh of relief.
It had been too dangerous.
If it weren't for Luo Ran's timely self-detonation, that sword strike would have killed them both.
*Hum.*
The Great Dao churned, and the severed arm reattached.
Wu Sheng quickly looked at his dao companion beside him. "How are you?"
Self-detonating one's Great Dao had severe consequences.
At this moment, Luo Ran's entire being was on the verge of collapse.
The Great Dao she had just detonated had been completely unleashed, without any reservation.
The crisis had forced her hand, leaving her no time to consider.
The consequences were dire.
Luo Ran was disintegrating.
"Suppress."
Wu Sheng could only use his Great Dao to hold her together.
Doing so could delay the collapse of her physical body.
"I... I think I'm leaving."
Facing death, Luo Ran realized she didn't feel much fear.
Instead, there was a hint of anticipation.
Perhaps after years of being nurtured in the Life Realm, she had already imagined death countless times.
The only regret was this man before her.
Luo Ran was very old, having lived for tens of thousands of years.
But in those tens of thousands of years, her life had been rather dull, filled only with cultivation.
It was only after Wu Sheng's appearance that her life finally gained some color.
She was still somewhat unwilling.
"It's okay."
Wu Sheng wore a smile on his face. "You can't die even if you want to. Even if you die, I'll pull you back from hell."
This was his promise.
Luo Ran smiled calmly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
How could one be revived after death?
Wu Sheng didn't explain.
The Dao of Life and Death could achieve this.
He had seen such things many times.
"Alright."
Comforting his dao companion was enough. "Don't overthink it, the trouble isn't over yet."
In the distance...
Jing Tian's face was terrifyingly grim.
They had escaped again.
He found it unacceptable.
"Jing Tian..." Nu Di and the others were furious.
They couldn't hold on any longer.
*Boom.*
A colossal roar, accompanied by a beautiful scream: "Ah..."
Qing Di's tragic cry pierced through the chaos.
The sound was like a needle, stabbing into Jing Di's ears.
"Jing Di..."
Qing Di's voice was filled with unwillingness.
Jing Di abruptly turned his head.
In the battlefield behind them, a pink Great Dao was collapsing.
Qing Di's soul was dissipating along with the Great Dao.
"Jing Di..."
At the last moment, Qing Di's voice was full of resentment.
His gaze was fixed on Jing Di... as if questioning him, why?
Why?
One at the seventh order, one at the sixth order.
Two beings like ants, and they still hadn't been captured after so long.
Jing Di: "..."
He couldn't offer any explanation.
What could he say?
At this moment, any explanation would seem pale and weak.
*Whoosh.*
Jing Di began to burn his vital blood.
At this point, all explanations were futile; only capturing them mattered.
When an eighth-order cultivator burns their vital blood, the combat power they can unleash is enough to cause despair.
"Go."
Wu Sheng activated spatial jumping without hesitation.
*Chik.*
A sword appeared in their original position.
Even though Wu Sheng had reacted as quickly as possible, he still couldn't evade this sword strike.
*Pfft.*
The divine sword pierced his heart.
In the distance... space flickered.
"Wah."
Within Wu Sheng's body, the power of the Great Dao dispersed.
An unimaginably powerful sword intent was frantically destroying the Great Dao within him.
This sword intent could not be suppressed.
"It's over."
Wu Sheng felt a sense of helplessness.
An eighth-order was still an eighth-order. Even with the spatial boots, he couldn't escape.
*Chik.*
A silver light flashed again.
Jing Di had arrived.
His speed was so fast that Wu Sheng could only keep using the spatial boots.
But even so, his physical body was constantly collapsing.
The Great Dao was continuously dissipating.
"I'm going to die." Wu Sheng felt a profound sense of resignation.
His cultivation was ultimately too weak.
Even with a divine weapon, he was no match for an eighth-order cultivator.
"A pity."
He glanced at his dao companion and smiled. "Let's sleep for a while. Don't worry, it won't be long. We'll wake up soon."
"Okay."
Luo Ran smiled beautifully.
In this moment, Luo Ran was breathtakingly beautiful.
Wu Sheng also smiled, and then... he detonated himself without hesitation.
He sensed that the subsequent sword strikes from Jing Tian were not intended to kill him.
Capture alive?
Impossible...
He would not allow Jing Di to use his life to threaten the course of another battlefield.
The outcome was already decided; it was just a matter of sleeping for a while.
*Boom.*
A seventh-order self-detonation required even an eighth-order cultivator to evade temporarily.
"Stop."
Jing Tian's expression changed drastically.
His objective was to capture them alive, to threaten Lord Chen.
What use was a corpse?
It was too late.
Only their corpses remained, floating silently in the chaos.
"It's over."
Jing Di's face was grim.
The last sliver of hope had been extinguished.
He slowly turned around.
"Sword."
From behind, a cold reprimand echoed through the heavens and earth. "From beyond the heavens."
*Boom.*
The chaos rippled.
A Chaotic Sword was pulled from the void.
Under Jing Di's gaze, the Chaotic Sword descended.
Ai Di's physical body... shattered inch by inch.
Simultaneously, Ai Di's Great Dao also shattered, his thick, illusory Great Dao crumbling under the Chaotic Sword.
"Jing Tian..." Ai Di roared.
Was it blame?
Perhaps, but more than anything, it was unwillingness.
Following Qing Di, Ai Di had fallen.
It was too fast.
"Roar."
Jing Di's eyes were about to split.
In the next moment, he turned without hesitation, preparing to charge back into the battle.
"Go."
Nu Di roared, "Return to the Life Realm and deliver this news to the Life King."
The outcome of this battle was already set.
The news here had to be delivered, otherwise... the Life King would be in danger.
The appearance of the Twin Dao Spirit filled Nu Di with terror.
Not only the Life King, but this news had to reach Qian Si Great Emperor as well.
"Hurry..." Xi Di was also urging Jing Di to leave.
They had finally broken free; now was their only chance to escape.
Wait any longer, and even the last opportunity would be lost.
*Swish.*
Jing Di said nothing, turned, and fled.
At their realm, emotions like sentimentality would not arise.
They could die together, but the message had to be delivered.
*Rumble.*
In his last glance, Jing Di witnessed the death of Xi Di.
The third eighth-order had fallen.
*Swish.*
Jing Di no longer looked back, accelerating his escape.
...
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan's laughter was filled with boundless coldness. "Gravity."
*Hum.*
An invisible force spread out.
It moved with extreme speed, instantly reaching the area where Jing Tian was fleeing.
The Gravity Pearl, which had devoured a ninth-order Great World, had now fully unleashed its power.
*Boom.*
The chaos collapsed under the pressure.
Behind him, a resplendent sword light rapidly approached.
Jing Tian suddenly turned, looking at the sword light attacking from behind.
The light was so brilliant that it made him want to close his eyes.
Beneath the sword light was Nu Di's corpse.
"Roar."
Nu Di roared desperately, trying to break free from the sword.
Unfortunately... it was futile.
*Chik.*
The Spatial Boots, now back under Chen Fan's control, appeared with a silver glow.
This divine weapon, used by him, was completely different from its performance in Wu Sheng's hands.
The resplendent sword light churned the chaos as it descended.
"Slash."
Beneath the sword, Jing Di and Nu Di locked eyes.
There was no anger, no fear... only unwillingness and resignation.