The arc drawn by the axe sliced across Gonggong, emitting a cracking sound as his protective true energy continuously exploded with booming noises.
Initially, Gonggong stood undaunted. "Unleash any move you have. Let's see how long you can keep this up."
He continued to stride forward.
However, in mere moments, he sensed something was amiss.
His entire body felt as if it were being torn apart, his internal organs on the verge of exploding.
*No, if I continue to force myself, I will die.*
Gonggong roared towards the sky once more. The waters of the entire Milky Way responded again, emitting thunderous sounds that echoed through the heavens.
Those waters surged and twisted, contorting into various shapes as they struck Mo Qi. Among them were sharp swords, powerful lightning, and piercing bolts of electricity, and so forth.
The Sky-Opening Axe cleaved through the divine light of those water splashes layer by layer. Yet, he seemed to have stumbled into a thicket of thorns. After cleaving through some vines, more vines would entangle him. The clean, decisive slashes gradually turned into a struggle for survival.
Water waves and divine light from all directions surrounded him, the heavy pressure growing increasingly immense, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Although he still swung the Sky-Opening Axe, he felt his strength waning. He couldn't even cleave a small water splash anymore, and the entire mass of light and energy that enveloped him began to contract.
Seeing that the situation was decided, Gonggong relaxed. He calmly formed a hand seal and said, "You are now an egg in my hand. If I gently squeeze, you're dead." Da Feng Novel Network.
The people around were filled with grief but were unable to help, unable to extricate themselves.
Shui Han and the others were already surrounded by Gonggong's advancing subordinates, caught in a fierce battle.
As for Zi Luo, after being thrown aside, she was also blocked by others, unable to break free.
*This time, he's surely dead, right?* Mo Qi thought.
This time, his heart had become surprisingly calm.
Just then, another anomaly appeared in the sky. Light and energy flickered, exuding a radiant glow. Petals fluttered down, and a fragrant aroma filled the air, instantly intoxicating.
"Who else has come to die?" Gonggong said irritably.
Looking up, he saw a group of women dressed in white, exuding an ethereal aura and possessing a serene and detached demeanor. They rode the wind, embodying unspeakable elegance and beauty.
The woman at the forefront was tall and slender, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. Her eyes, in particular, were watery and dark, as if capable of charming the soul. Yet, she maintained an air of cold aloofness, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, never meeting anyone's eyes.
It was the Saintess of the Light World!
The Saintess had never met Gonggong, but Gonggong had once admired her from afar.
Back then, he was merely an unknown nobody. Though his heart had been stirred, he could only retreat.
Now, he felt as if he had undergone a complete transformation, possessing the qualifications to stand as an equal to the Saintess.
*These years of struggle were worth it!*
With this thought, his mood became infinitely heroic, and he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The onlookers stared at him in astonishment, wondering if he had gone mad.
Gonggong suddenly felt countless eyes fixed upon him, realizing his lapse in composure. He could only continue to laugh heartily, "Hahaha, no one can save him today. This person is doomed."
He squeezed with all his might, and the entire mass of light and energy surrounding Mo Qi rapidly contracted.
Mo Qi let out a piercing scream.
The Queen and Qing Qing, their eyes filled with distress, began to cry. They surged from the crowd, about to pounce towards Gonggong.
The Saintess immediately intervened, "You two, step back. I will save him."
Although the Queen and Qing Qing were eager to save Mo Qi, they knew in their hearts that they would not be able to save him by going forward, and would only endanger themselves.
If the Saintess was willing to intervene, then they could only rely on her.
Moreover, only by relying on her did Mo Qi have any chance of being rescued.
After speaking, the Saintess formed a hand seal. Behind her, a colossal halo appeared. Within that halo, countless sparks flickered, gradually growing larger. In an instant, they transformed into clusters of flames. These clusters of flames merged into a sea of fire, which surged and roared, dancing wildly as it rushed towards Gonggong.
The scene was like ten thousand horses galloping, like a river dike bursting.
The flames stirred up a hurricane, howling incessantly, like a forest roaring.
Gonggong frowned slightly at the approaching onslaught and had to take it seriously.
He waved his sleeve, and thousands upon thousands of water waves rose from thin air, the water's roar piercing through the sky. At times they separated, at times they condensed, finally forming countless streams, like colossal dragons, weaving and twisting through the air, lunging towards the Saintess.
Both sides displayed magnificent grandeur and awe-inspiring momentum.
The onlookers were stunned, unsure of the outcome, and filled with anticipation.
Those streams of water finally plunged into the sea of fire. The flames instantly bloomed, surging outwards and splashing into the surrounding space.
The fire dragons were also shattered and torn apart, becoming unrecognizable.
Endless remnants of water waves churned within the sea of fire, making it impossible to discern whether water or fire held the upper hand.
Water and fire tore at each other, battled each other, exploding in every space with continuous booming sounds.
It was like countless wild beasts flying up and down, constantly interweaving, their teeth and claws tearing at each other.
Gonggong appeared to be handling the situation with ease. While maintaining his magical power, he lunged forward, suddenly appearing before the Saintess. He attacked with both hands, grasping towards her. The Saintess, whose blood and energy were already surging, was sent flying backward by the impact.
Gonggong, however, lunged entirely towards her uncontrolled body, as if plucking something from a bag.
"Hahaha, Saintess of Light, once admired by all. I once thought you were unattainable and inviolable. Today, let me see if you can be touched!" Gonggong laughed wantonly, extending a hand to grasp the Saintess.
The Saintess, suspended in mid-air, was surrounded by flames, while layers of water waves encroached from all directions, tearing through the flames.
Gonggong's hand seemed like the hand of a master, reaching towards the Saintess. The Saintess was almost unable to move!
She could only watch helplessly as those venomous hands reached for her.
The Saintess was in mortal peril!
Mo Qi was even more anxious than she was!
"You are, after all, a servant of my Ye family. To attempt to desecrate your master is an unforgivable offense against heaven."
"You, a slave of the Hundred Families, are a slave at all times."
At this moment, Mo Qi had just consumed a healing pill. Without hesitation, he suddenly lunged forward, "Myriad Forms Soul Devour!" "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts!"
Thousands upon thousands of dark shadows emerged from Mo Qi's body, weaving and circling in the air, absorbing the water and fire from the air without end. As his form swayed, they transformed into Mo Qi's likeness. Instantly, there were tens of thousands of Mo Qi in the air, each with a stern expression and radiating divine light.
The onlookers were dumbfounded. *This one person can withstand an army of thousands!*
Gonggong was so enraged by Mo Qi's words that he spat blood!
However, he was also greatly surprised by the scene before him. But then he coldly snorted, "A mere trick."
He believed that among so many Mo Qi, the others were mere illusions, and only one was the true entity.
Illusions would shatter upon contact and were not to be feared.
Therefore, he waved his sleeves wildly, and the entire Milky Way's water began to move in a rhythmic dance, as if alive. They stood up, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, each facing one of the "Mo Qi."
Thus, the Saintess's pressure was relieved. After landing on the ground, she quickly began to regulate her breathing.
She did not have time to observe the Mo Qi filling the sky. She only knew that he had achieved a new breakthrough, but this was not a time for joy or relaxation.
She could only recover quickly and join forces with Mo Qi to deal with Gonggong. Perhaps then they would have a slim chance of victory. Otherwise, they would undoubtedly be defeated one by one.