Martial World's
Ch 1906 - Blood Coloring Starry Sky
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With the appearance of pitch-black Asura warriors standing on the spirit ship, Lin Ming could feel his heart start racing. The Asura Blood within his body trembled and the Black Dragon Spear fused into his body also started to let out sharp cries.
These powers that were inserted into Lin Ming's body began to resonate with the Asura phantoms of the god decrees.
"Asura Road Master ..." Light passed through Lin Ming's eyes.
Compared to the previous god-level edict that had been lost, this aura was unusually sharp.
As the ghost image of the Asura warrior became increasingly clear, the smell of blood and iron also spread out, as if the entire space around him had turned into a merciless killing field.
Infinite vorpal light shot out from his disciples, out through the universe.
The God Decree rose with power once again. Like the sun, it emitted endless rays of light.
The Asura Warrior was covered by this light. A black long spear formed in his hand and he rushed out of the spirit ship, hurtling into the distance.
Rumbling rumbling rumbling.
Outside of the snow-white spirit ship, waves of attacks struck like waves, emitting a terrifying sound like the intense beating of a drum that caused the heart to beat violently.
“Decree of the Way of the Asura Master? You want to use this against me? Lin Ming, as well as the old bone bags of the ancient race, today you will all be food for Famine! "
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign sneered viciously, his complexion cold. In his eyes, the primal god race was simply the sun finally setting beneath the mountains. Although they still had some qualifications left, against the rising saints and their unbearable momentum, they were only dogs and chickens.
Now, on this day, he wanted this once glorious race to disappear in an endless stream of time.
Thinking of this, a blood red light lit up his eyes.
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
The dozens of ferocious blood dragons were like an extremely long whip. They all completely stopped their attacks and immediately retreated, surrounding the vast red ball.
At the same time, a dragon tentacle fell onto the holy race warship, allowing the Good Fortune Saint Son to fall.
In an instant, those ferocious dragons turned into layers of flesh and blood shields, forming countless walls, surrounding a huge planet-sized ball of flesh.
Once locked down by the Asura Decree, avoiding it was unrealistic. Moreover, with such a huge Famine body, dodging was impossible to begin with.
The Asura Warrior pierced through space, a huge black dragon spear clasped in his hand. An endless black light emanated from him.
Each ray of light covered tens of thousands of miles of space.
A few saint race spirit ships that were too close were swept away in the light. Then, like a kite caught in an explosion, everything exploded into a black fireball. From within the spirit ship, innumerable howls of pain echoed out.
The Asura Warrior became one with his spear. The limitless might gushed out from him, rustling in all directions.
The void around him began to tremble like a turbulent ocean. The space cracked without end and even the nearby celestial bodies began to collapse.
Many saint race spirit ships quickly retreated. Some of those who were fast enough were able to escape the blinding light, but those who did not retreat in time were shattered.
The Asura Warrior and the long spear in his hand seemed to turn into an endless column of black light that shot towards the center of that gigantic blood red ball.
The pitch black light and blood red light covered the endless starry space, making it impossible to clearly see what was happening.
Rumbling rumbling rumbling!
A heaven-shaking blast wave occurred. Many pieces of meat scattered out and burned. The void penetrated all around, causing a huge space storm to sweep over.
In the shockwave of that terrifying attack, even the universe seemed to open up.
Seeing this happen, the eyes of the powerful people of the primitive god race on the white spirit ship began to light up with hope.
As for those who were on the holy ship of the saint spirit race, all of them fell silent, the atmosphere solemn and solemn.
The battle outside lasted only one attack.
But the vast momentum and energy crumbling from the heavens made it impossible for anyone to get close. In fact, they might not even be able to withstand the fall.
"This is the god decree left behind by the Asura God Sovereign? Our ruler ... there should be no problem, right? "Someone murmured.
In that terrifying impact, the Asura warrior and his black spear began to slowly disappear.
All that was left was a boundless black light that continued to light up and let out a thunderous roar.
And at this moment, amidst the explosion in a place surrounded by endless black light, a ferocious blood dragon suddenly came out.
Then –
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
The ferocious dragon after ferocious dragon drilled out, tearing apart the void distorted by the black light. The bloated body of the starving giant forcefully tore through the void and pushed out of the terrifying space storm.
"It's life…"
Seeing the Famine appear, the old God Sovereign was pale. Even though he had planned for the worst situation to happen, since he had actually seen this happen, he had almost suffocated to death.
Woosh!
The whip flesh as thick as a mountain pierced through the void and crashed into the Ark of Hope.
"Damn everything!"
The Ark of Hope trembled flying.
At this moment, more and more blood-red dragons were crammed together, completely scattering the black light that covered Famine.
With this, everyone saw Famine, who had been injured by the Asura Decree.
Inside that giant ball of blood meat, there was a huge gap thousands of miles deep!
Most of the Hunger meat had turned into bloodied water that spread. A number of ferocious dragons had been cut off and they were wriggling on the surface starving like worms.
Then, these cut worms melted, fusing back into Famine.
Hunger can swallow it all, and it can even swallow its severed limbs to reabsorb it.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign bowed over this huge ball of meat, his expression deadly. The blood vessels had been torn and exploded all over his body, causing him to be bathed in blood and look like a demon.
The strongest blow of the Asura Decree was aimed at him. If not for the Famine blocking the strike for him then he would have been seriously injured, and there was even a chance he would have died.
"Asura Road Master, you are really fierce .. Only a wisp of your sideline aura can hurt me like this! But keep on why! You are dead, and now I will make sure all your descendants become extinct! ”
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had not felt such pain in a hundred million years. With arrogance that was too high, anger raged within him.
Seeing this, the people inside the Ark of Hope were terrified.
Inside the spirit ship, there was only silence.
"Even that can't kill him!" Someone screamed in fear, their eyes misty in despair.
For Bagui's skin was grim; he was already at a loss for words. The two peak god races, the empyreans had been sacrificed and the Asura Decree had been used, and the only result they managed to retaliate against was a wound on the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign. This caused the heavy pall to fall on everyone's mind.
Without a doubt, this showed that after the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign fused with that abyssal, his strength had increased astronomically. His vitality now far exceeded that of an ordinary True Divinity and even the Asura Decree could not kill him.
“For you guys a lot to achieve this .. it is surprising. But, don't think you'll have a second chance to hurt me. "When the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign loomed over the huge ball of flesh, his eyes shone with a cold light.
Space rumbled like lightning rolling nonstop. The voice seemed to connect directly to everyone's heart, making them afraid of the terrifying pressure.
On Famine's body where the ferocious dragons had been cut, the flesh began to wriggle. With a gurgling sound, a ferocious dragon just came out.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign reached out and pointed towards the white spirit ship.
A ray of blood-red light shot out like a bolt of red lightning. They formed a layer of red charm surrounding the white spirit ship.
Each red charm was like an invisible big hand, pinned down with overwhelming force.
The defense shield of the white spirit ship let out a cracking sound. More and more energy is lost quickly.
“Ships have less than 85% energy remaining%! We won't be able to hold on much longer! ”Primal god Ras, Empyrean who was managing the spirit ship shouted loudly with trembling voice towards the old God God.
An anxious and tense atmosphere covered the entire ship along with the squeezing sound that was getting louder from the outside.
Every cracking sound seemed to be squeezing the hearts of the ancient race martial artists.
Outside, the saint race spirit ships gathered. Their cries exploded like thunder, echoing throughout the cosmos.
What can they do?
Some people clenched their hands. Anger lit up in their eyes along with reluctance.
Some people close their eyes because of the pain. They were once the strongest race with a legacy that continued for endless years. But now, they had been reduced to this.
The more people looked outside, their eyes boiling with light. At this moment, the Battle Sovereign To Bagui stepped forward. He shouted, “Even if we have to die, we will die with glory and honor! Your Highness God Ruler, please give the order to send my celestial race! I am willing to lead many of my folk martial artists to become the vanguard! "
All the ancient races were arrogant and arrogant people. Their race had once experienced boundless majesty. Amidst the blood and iron, that was where their lives had to bloom with the greatest light. How could they give up on the death of a coward?
The voices of those who wanted to fight suddenly rose like a tidal wave.
Empyreans began to step forward one after another. In particular, the Empyrean people at the peak of their lives were extremely excited, all of them wanting to go out and slaughter as much as possible.
When the two old Empyreans sacrificed themselves, they did so to preserve this powerful young Empyrean and have them revive the ancient race in the future.
"Everything's quiet!"
The old God Sovereign angrily scolded. For a moment, everyone was silent.
"We .. have not reached a dead end. We still have two Asura Decrees! ”
The old God Sovereign raised his hand. On top of his hand, the two black god decrees were still floating, bathed in heavenly light.
When the god race, the Empyreans saw these two god decrees, their eyes were filled with intricate colors.
To activate the Asura Decree, it required peak Empyreans to burn their lives – this was an incredible price. And even at that moment, they were only able to injure the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign and were unable to kill him.
Even though they had two left, was there still any use for them …?
Seeing the scepticism of the Empyreans, the old God Sovereign said, “We will not sit idly by, but we will not die in vain either. These two Asura Decrees were different! ”
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