Hasa wielded the blood-colored scythe, hacking fiercely at the [Chaos Divine Lotus].
"Get lost! Don't treat me like a fool!"
"BOOM!!!"
Blood light filled the sky, but the [Chaos Divine Lotus] merely shook violently, not being repelled.
Having just absorbed an immortal artifact, the [Chaos Divine Lotus] was no ordinary immortal artifact now. It wouldn't be so easily knocked away.
Thus, the small girl, propped up by a lotus leaf, emerged from the lotus and extended her palm towards Hasa.
Instantly, a terrifying force of decay erupted from Little Lotus's hand, blasting directly at him.
Hasa's pupils constricted. He was not unfamiliar with this power. If struck, it would continuously weaken his strength.
Because Rulmo had erected a black domain at the time, obscuring all sight from the outside world into the barrier, Hasa was unaware that the [Desolation Curse] could be stored within the [Chaos Divine Lotus].
Thus, caught completely off guard, Hasa was directly hit.
Li Qingyun said to Wuyuan, "This is all I can do for you. Your current level is not something I can easily influence, so the effect of this [Desolation Curse] is not as terrifying as you imagine, but it can at least weaken him by about five percent of his strength..."
Wuyuan took a deep breath and said, "That's enough. The rest of the Sky-Shattering clan is up to you. Make sure to annihilate them all! I implore you!"
"No need to tell us!"
The entire battlefield was one-sided. The Sky-Shattering clan had no power to resist.
Those in the Eighth Realm were handled by the Ice Sword Mercenary Group or other Eighth Realm individuals.
Countless spells flew about, accompanied by the screams of many Sky-Shattering clansmen.
The resurgence of่ๆฏ (Gu poison) added a unique flavor to the battlefield.
...
Bai Hong and Makula were both exhausted. The consequences of activating the Emperor Artifacts were such that they felt as if they had been completely drained, appearing listless and weak.
Makula's horns had been pierced by lightning, and he was in no better condition.
Looking at his clansmen being brutally slaughtered by humans in the distance, he couldn't help but shed tears.
As the temporary leader of all the Sky-Shattering clan members present, he had to bear the primary responsibility for this defeat.
"To think we would be defeated here! I am not reconciled!!!"
Bai Hong, panting, leaned on the [Thunderclap Drum], revealing a victor's smile. "This... was always a war that we humans were destined to win!"
Indeed, even without the Ice Sword Mercenary Group, they shouldn't have been in a stalemate with the Sky-Shattering clan for over a hundred years.
Previously, all humans had been worn down to the point of losing their backbone. Wuyuan certainly bore a significant portion of the blame.
If they had possessed the current spirit and morale from the beginning, if they had fought with the mindset of quickly eradicating the Sky-Shattering clan, then humans would have held a definite advantage.
They would never have lasted until Rulmo's reinforcements arrived.
Makula was taken aback. He also understood the turning point of this war.
On that day, crossing the line into the safe zone and dealing a heavy blow to human morale should have been their turning point, their clarion call to victory.
Moreover, he had led his army to a great defeat of Wuyuan's cultivator alliance army in Black Cloud Mountain.
"Heh heh... Fate plays its games! It's all because of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group..."
Makula's tone was filled with immense unwillingness. If not for the inexplicable appearance of these geniuses, the situation of this war would have continued to unfold according to their plans.
But the Ice Sword Mercenary Group not only dealt them a crushing blow, directly killing two of their Eighth Realm cultivators.
They later united the motley crew of mercenaries and miraculously forged the two irreconcilable forces of mercenaries and the cultivator alliance into one cohesive unit.
This was merely secondary. The most important thing was that, influenced by them, the cultivators of the entire world had become abnormal. Their combat styles had become increasingly fierce.
After finally spending over a hundred years to wear down the iron-blooded spirit of humans to a very low point.
With the actions of Luo Xiaowei and his group, all their efforts were undone.
Makula let out a long roar, "My clansmen will remember their names, no matter where they are on the horizon! No matter what plane they are on, or what force sent them, they will surely die!!"
Bai Hong raised the drumsticks with trembling hands and said coldly, "You are overthinking it. The forces behind them are beyond your imagination. They will surely become Immortal Emperors in the future! No matter which world you hide in, they possess the ability to madly pursue you! Tremble for the future of your Sky-Shattering clan!!"
"BOOM!!!"
To Makula's utter shock, Bai Hong, with all his remaining strength, struck the [Thunderclap Drum] once more.
He was impassioned, veins bulging on his forehead, and he shouted with unbridled fervor.
"This drumbeat! It is for my human race!"
"Let us cheer for victory! Let us cry out for miracles!"
"We do not fear death! We defend our homeland!!"
Deafening thunderous sounds erupted, and countless bolts of lightning bloomed across the sky!
Everyone heard Bai Hong's voice, filled with the resolve to fight to the death, yet carrying infinite passion, accompanied by the thunderous roar.
A surge of heroic spirit suddenly burst forth in people's hearts. Yes, for the cultivators on the front lines, they could truthfully say they were fighting bravely against foreign races without fear of death to protect their homeland.
"Kill! Victory is within sight!"
"I want to be a hero!"
"I will be recorded in history!!"
"..."
The cultivators listened to Bai Hong's voice from afar, and the immense sound from the [Thunderclap Drum].
They were all like they had been injected with chicken blood. Their pride as humans reached a crescendo at this moment.
The drumbeats were like the horns of charge, making the already morale-boosting human race even more exhilarated.
Makula was completely pierced by dense lightning. He stared wide-eyed at Bai Hong in disbelief.
"Why... why... do you still have strength..."
He thought Bai Hong would die from forcibly activating the [Thunderclap Drum] in this state.
Bai Hong also felt he would die, but when he finally picked up the drumsticks, the current scene flashed through his mind. He wanted to use this final drumbeat to inject a strong dose of courage into the humans of this world, to make all cultivators forget their cowardly past selves, to show they were not a race that feared death.
Then, he discovered that his Dao fruit had shattered.
Heavenly visions descended, and streams of multicolored light surged over Bai Hong. A colossal palace appeared.
He seemed... to be about to become an Immortal King.