Night Without End

The Old Ancestor Master, believed to have passed into meditation, reappears, some becoming Divine, others transforming their life forms into Immortals. Initially, people were greatly shocked, and felt both uplifted and excited.

However, upon hearing them sigh that time cuts down heroes and their lifespan is limited, as they prepare to face death gallantly in their last battle of this life, everyone felt a bit choked, as if a heavy stone pressed on their hearts.

Beauty fades, heroes reach their end, the human world is the most unwilling to let go, red faces leave the mirror and flowers part from the tree.

Moreover, some blood-soaked figures are crawling out from piles of bodies on the battlefield, supporting each other, staggering as they walk back, and such scenes particularly stir the heart and leave many feeling a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, neither of the two major camps took action to attack but instead quickly sent people to meet and guide those survivors who escaped from Huangquan Road.

Under the night sky, on the Shenshang plain, large forests were destroyed, blood mist swirled, and corpses were innumerable, with swords, spears, and various weapons stuck in the ground.

Qin Ming's heart tightened. Among the sparse figures, he saw Meng Xinghai and Jin Xiang, both severely injured, with long spears and sharp swords piercing their chests and abdomens, wobbling as they walked.

Both struggled out of the pile of dead from the Fourth Realm, with no part of their body intact, showing bright blood holes and cracks nearly tearing apart half of their bodies.

Fortunately, the Grandmaster level figures from Ye State took action, enveloping them with gentle light, intending to take them for urgent treatment.

"Old Meng was also on the battlefield..." Qin Ming didn't know when he arrived; presumably, when they went with the main force to the Desert Immortal Tomb battlefield to intercept the Hunting Civilization, Meng Xinghai and others were there to guard the Western Territory.

Qin Ming was extremely worried. Would the elderly like Yu Gen Sheng, Jin Yuan, and Zhao Ziyan have survived the battlefield and returned alive?

He gazed into the distance, but the boundary line was too long, and under the night fog, even his Newborn's Eye found it hard to see through. All the returnees were blood-stained, many of them missing arms or eyes.

In this battle, important figures from all paths fell, with heavy casualties.

Qin Ming saw some acquaintances, like that Pei Shuyan, with a claw from a strange beast still embedded in his back, not yet removed.

The descendant of Cold Mingkong, Leng Feiyue, had a terrifying deep wound on her face, almost being cleaved in the head by a great demon.

Cui Chonghe was also in a dire state, with a short spear piercing his body and a broken axe lodged in his scapula.

On the massive frame of the Abandoned Disciple of Tathagata, even more weapons were broken within the flesh, golden patterns twisted across his entire body, squeezing weapon fragments out of his flesh.

The people around him couldn't help but marvel, as there truly is a legend of breakthroughs on the battlefield.

Xiang Yiwu, undying after hundreds of battles, achieved a Golden Body Nirvana amidst life-and-death crises, entering the Third Realm.

In fact, those who knew the truth were not surprised, because he was in a "living reincarnation," cycling every few years, paving the path for the rebirth system, an extraordinarily unique person.

Li Qingyue staggered, surrounded by a faint ring of fire, while some large demons in the distance glared at her with hostile gazes, unwilling to look away.

The top divine seed of Esoteric Buddhism, Cheng Cheng and Zhao Qingcheng, had once been ambushed by the old monster, almost dying in battle together, which speaks volumes of their extraordinary nature.

Relatively speaking, Jiang Ran maintained a good condition, with no obvious injuries, only the blue robe shattered, revealing an inner armor full of cracks.

All these were famously powerful seeds, and even they suffered, injured and dead, with some bodies not even brought back.

One can imagine how tragic it was for the normal geniuses and ordinary cultivators.

In fact, looking around, the bodies strewn across the battlefield and those lying on the ground upon return, gasping heavily and unmoving, depicted their true state.

Above the night sky, in the white immortal fog, the enormous non-human figure looked at the tragic state on the ground, feeling somewhat saddened, sighed: "All good children, it's all our incompetence, making you suffer. Let us end this battle from here on."

"Master Uncle Ye!"

"Master!"

In the Ancestor Master ranks, some drew near, trying to stop those high-ranking Old Ancestor Masters from fighting their last battle, unwilling for them to seek death.

Leng Mingkong's Master Uncle waved his hand and spoke: "Do not obstruct. Your potential surpasses ours, more vigorous than us, keeping a useful body. As for changing life forms, gods and immortals in such a state are not to be, lifespan cannot increase significantly, the end has long been locked, the future is all gray, there is no hope."

With a clang, he raised the Nine Colored Sword in his hand, stepping into the void, walking towards the depths of the corpse-strewn battlefield, saying: "Come, old monster, let's end this with one last battle!"

On the opposite side, in the vast fog, a Demon God approached, wielding a silver long spear, underfoot lay a dazzling path paved densely with demon language.

At this moment, a portion of the Demon God's massive body came into view, its true form bizarre, with two heads floating apart from its body in the void, merely connected by blood-colored demon patterns to its body.

"Watch me cut down the Zhili Ape Demon God!" The Demon God spoke forcefully, brandishing the silver long spear, distorting the void and cleaving across the battlefield, reaching the opponent's forehead.

The immense figure in the immortal fog spoke in a deep voice: "Would you not have your demon offspring and descendants suffer great losses from our confrontation?"

As he spoke, he sidestepped the spear, wielding the Nine Colored Immortal Sword, soaring into the clouds, piercing through the thick dark clouds, disappearing from everyone's view.