The long spear in his hands interwove into a radiant Other Shore Flower. Chen Jiuge frowned slightly, "The gap in numbers is too large. Even if the Asura’s combat power is strong, casualties are inevitable, especially with those extra Heavenly Immortals."
"The Divine Son of Asura shall die by my hands!"
The Shadow Clan’s Heavenly Immortal, with a dark Tao Fruit above his head, shot two beams of black energy from his eyes as he crazily shouted, "HAHAHA, die, die!"
Divine Skill—Myriad Forms Spear Destruction!
The black and red war spear only persisted for a moment before it was annihilated. However, in that brief moment, Chen Jiuge had already launched several war spears continuously.
It was unknown how many war spears were consumed before the black light dissipated. Amidst the astonished expression of the opposing Heavenly Immortal, a war spear struck him across the face. A barely noticeable crack appeared on the Tao Fruit above his head.
"How could this be? Death’s Eye."
Chen Jiuge sensed the status of the mana within his body, a trace of anticipation appearing on his face as he continuously unleashed Divine Skills from the war spear in his hand.
The two were like artillery, continuously bombarding each other.
Stare, stare, and stare again.
Feeling the drained mana within his body and the somewhat depleted Tao Fruit, the Shadow Clan Heavenly Immortal grimaced and said, "How is this possible? My mana isn’t even comparable to a True Immortal’s?"
The black Shura True Form materialized behind Chen Jiuge, its eight arms each wielding a long spear. Divine Skill—Netherworld Eight Extremes!
The body and Tao Fruit of the Shadow Clan Heavenly Immortal were torn apart. A black shadow slipped into the void, absorbed by the Heavenly Dao.
Heavenly Immortals can also experience the phenomenon of falling? Chen Jiuge stared at the bloody rain above him, a trace of surprise on his face.
In the Heavenly Realm, only the fall of a Golden Immortal would cause such a phenomenon.
Another phenomenon signifying a cultivator’s fall appeared. Wudao Tian approached Chen Jiuge, looking somewhat astonished. "Junior Brother, you actually managed to slay a Heavenly Immortal?"
"He was too foolish and underestimated me," Chen Jiuge said, shaking his head. If this Shadow Clan member had been a bit more sensible and not stubbornly fought me to the death, even if I could win, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to kill him.
It was also understandable that a Heavenly Immortal wouldn’t expect to be killed by a True Immortal. Even after Chen Jiuge had revealed his strength, the Shadow Clan’s Heavenly Immortal hadn’t believed he could be killed, though defeat seemed plausible.
After all, each Heavenly Immortal who had condensed a Tao Fruit possessed unique abilities. They weren’t as easy to deal with as True Immortals; killing one was certainly not a simple task.
Divine Skill—Sky Blue!
Large amounts of mana transformed into Spirit Plants, which surged towards the Shadow Clan’s True Immortals to entangle them. Although these Spirit Plants weren’t very powerful, they distorted their movements and hindered their speed, forcing them to either carefully dodge or expend effort to destroy them.
This distraction created openings. Revealing an opening in front of the combat-savvy Asura meant certain death. With Chen Jiuge’s support, a large number of True Immortals fell quickly, and the situation began to turn one-sided.
It wasn’t that no Shadow Clan Heavenly Immortals noticed. However, many of those who had initially engaged the Asura had already fallen. Now, they couldn’t spare any attention to deal with Chen Jiuge.
Wave after wave of bloody rain fell, and the number of Shadow Clan Heavenly Immortals in midair rapidly decreased. Without external support, they likely wouldn’t last long. If all the Heavenly Immortals perished, the remaining True Immortals, no matter how numerous, would be unable to stir up any significant trouble.
Ming Yijie of the Netherworld King Clan, who had horns on his head and black wings on his back, said disdainfully, "Such a large number of them, and they can’t even cause a disturbance. Utter trash."
Another member of the Netherworld King Clan, the female Ming Huayu, spoke in a gentle tone, "They’re just cannon fodder, after all. I wonder if those two Immortals can deliver any unexpected performances."
A subordinate approached. "My Lords, the Netherworld King has ordered us to abandon this territory. The member of the Human Clan from the Heavenly Realm Sect, who previously contacted our clan for cooperation, said that the Asura in this region are also their allies."
"So they’re allies? In that case, let’s go," Ming Huayu said, covering her mouth and chuckling lightly.
After the Netherworld King Clan members departed, Luo Wencheng, in the void, also breathed a sigh of relief. The long staff in his hand emitted a scorching heat as he said easily, "Finally, I can use my full strength."
Divine Skill—Shadow of Yama!
A colossal Yama appeared in the sky, and blazing flames instantly engulfed his two opponents.
The Dao of these Immortals struggled within the raging inferno. Every time they tried to break free, the fierce-faced Yama slapped them back, and the flames slowly, bit by bit, scorched them.
"Hmph, I really don’t know what gave you two pseudo-Immortals the audacity to challenge me," Luo Wencheng said with disdain.
An Immortal Daluo Golden Immortal can also be called a Daluo Immortal Golden Immortal. Simply put, they are Immortal. This realm’s defining characteristic is immortality; neither time nor space can wear them down. To kill an opponent at this level, one must use their own Dao to gradually grind away the opponent’s Dao.
Being hard to kill and undying illustrates the profound difficulty of achieving true immortality. However, the desire for Life is the most primal instinct of every living being. Thus, some ’geniuses’ invented a method to break through to pseudo-immortality.
The Heavenly Dao likes Dao, doesn’t it? So, I’ll just offer the Dao I’ve comprehended throughout my life to it, as long as it grants me immortality.
This kind of ’no-cost’ transaction is naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao. However, the Heavenly Dao is rather ruthless; it takes too large a cut, resulting in the very low strength of these pseudo-Immortals, making them the weakest existences in their realm.
This is because, after the Heavenly Immortal realm, strength depends more on the application of one’s Dao. These pseudo-Immortals possess only the bare minimum of Dao required for the Immortal Realm and cannot improve it. It’s not that improvement is impossible, but any gains are immediately confiscated by the Heavenly Dao.
The mournful cry of the Heavenly Dao resounded as two shadowy giants slowly dissipated in the sky. The Immortals had fallen.
Having lost two such significant contributors to its Dao, the bloody rain that followed was even heavier, as if the Heavenly Dao itself mourned their loss.
Ying Jue, who was struggling desperately in the void, was stunned by the scene before him. "The Ancestor lost? How could it be so fast?"
"HEH, HEH, you minor clans, how would you know the true method to break through to Immortality? For two artificially ripened Immortals to hold on this long is already quite impressive," Luo Zhenhai taunted.
"Today, your Shadow Clan will cease to exist."
"Impossible! I still have the support of the Netherworld King Clan! I can’t possibly lose!" Ying Jue cried, somewhat frantically.
Ying Jue, his mind in turmoil, was caught off guard by Luo Zhenhai. A One Strike Divine Power landed, directly tearing a gap in the manifestation behind him.
"It’s time to end this!"
His strength is actually decent, Luo Zhenhai thought with some disinterest. But it’s unexpected that just a little pressure would throw him into such disarray. He’s really not a worthy opponent.
But Luo Zhenhai didn’t consider that with Ying Jue’s entire clan on the verge of annihilation, it would be stranger if he *wasn’t* utterly disoriented.
The Shura Manifestation swung its blade, chopping down. The spear-wielding shadow figure desperately resisted, but eventually, its long spear snapped in two, shattering into fragments that dispersed back into the heavens and earth.
The Immortals were dead, the Golden Immortal was dead, and the Heavenly Immortals were nearly wiped out. Many True Immortals remained, but what use were they?
The phenomena from the fall of the Immortals and the Golden Immortal caught the attention of the Netherworld King Clan members, who had only recently departed.
Ming Yijie was somewhat speechless. "Even if they were pseudo-Immortals, they shouldn’t have been *that* weak. Didn’t they bargain with the Heavenly Dao when they broke through?" The most update n0vels are published on novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Ming Huayu grinned. "Minor clans, you know? They’re ecstatic just to break through. How would they even think of bargaining?"
She then added, "Still, now that their Immortals are dead, the Shadow Clan’s continued existence seems rather pointless. Why not have them make a little more... contribution?"
Hearing this, a smile touched Ming Yijie’s lips. "As expected of you, Huayu, always so sharp. Let me see... where did the Shadow Clan transfer their Fire Seed?"
His gray Dharma Eye scanned quickly. Suddenly, Ming Yijie smiled. "Found it."