"So powerful. That... shouldn't that be beyond the Seventh level Half God?" Her Majesty remarked upon sensing that tremendous might.
"They must have elevated their cultivation to the Eighth level Half God," Chu Feng said.
Long Chengyu and that member of the Blood Eye Qilin Clan had true cultivations of only the Fifth level Half God.
But the power radiating from their clash was absolutely beyond the Seventh level Half God. Chu Feng estimated they could each boost their cultivation by three full levels on top of the Fifth level Half God.
Both of their cultivations had reached the Eighth level Half God.
BOOM—
Suddenly, a figure shot out from the center of the battlefield and crashed violently into the ground.
It was Long Chengyu. In his hand, he gripped a gleaming golden weapon whose aura was extraordinary, far surpassing that of a Supreme Armament.
That had to be the Divine Armament he had obtained earlier.
However, even with the Divine Armament in hand, Long Chengyu's situation was far from optimistic.
His chest had been pierced clean through, his entire body covered in burn marks — he was nearly unrecognizable.
After slamming into the ground, he was utterly spent, having practically lost all ability to fight.
At that moment, the ripples in the void above dissipated, and that ugly creature from the Blood Eye Qilin Clan finally revealed its true form.
Now, it was more than ten times its original size, and its appearance had transformed — it was no longer in human form, but had become something far more akin to a monster.
Blood-red flames burned across its body, emanating a thick, heavy stench of blood.
The scales covering it were still blue, but between the gaps of those blue scales, a sinister red light seeped through, giving it a thoroughly eerie appearance.
Yet the creature, too, bore several fatal wounds — blood covered its entire body, and only one arm remained.
It was clear that it hadn't absolutely dominated Long Chengyu. This battle had cost it dearly as well.
But on its one remaining arm, it gripped a massive blue blade. The blade was covered in blue scales, far more exquisite than those on its own body — stunningly beautiful, almost like a work of art.
Most importantly, the aura of that great blade was absolutely unmatched.
It, too, was not a Supreme Armament, but a Divine Armament!!!
"The so-called greatest genius of the Totem Heavenly River — is this all you've got?"
The member of the Blood Eye Qilin Clan gazed down at Long Chengyu with the air of a victor.
"If you hadn't sacrificed the lives of your own kin to empower yourself, could you have beaten me?!" Long Chengyu roared in fury. He refused to accept this.
And this statement also indirectly revealed the cause of death of those Blood Eye Qilin Clan members.
It turned out that those people had died because of this ugly fellow.
He must have used some method to absorb the bloodline power of his own clansmen, thereby making himself stronger.
"Hahaha, my clansmen were willing to serve me. What grudge do you hold?"
"Your own clansmen lacked the courage, and look at what became of them?"
"You ended up just like them — dying here."
As the speaker said this, he prepared to deal Long Chengyu a killing blow.
But just as he was about to strike, he discovered that Long Chengyu had vanished.
Before he could make sense of it, cries of anguish suddenly echoed through the air.
"My lord, save us! Please, save us!"
Looking toward the source of the sounds, he saw that Long Muxi and the other members of the Totem Dragon Clan — even the ones who had already perished — were all gone.
Meanwhile, the Blood Eye Qilin Clan members had been trapped inside a formation.
Most importantly, there was yet another formation nested within that one.
That inner formation was no bigger than a small melon, but it radiated blinding light and brimmed with killing intent.
Upon seeing this, the man immediately descended and first broke through the formation that was sealing his Blood Eye Qilin Clan members.
But just as he was preparing to destroy the killing-intent-laced formation, a voice rang out from the distant horizon.
"The Blood Eye Qilin Clan truly deserves to die."
Looking toward the voice, Long Chengyu, Long Muxi, and every member of the Totem Dragon Clan who had been present here were now all hovering in that stretch of sky.
The heavily wounded Long Chengyu and Long Muxi were being supported by Long Yuhong and Long Zhizhi.
But the person at the forefront in the sky was not a member of the Totem Dragon Clan — it was Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng? You did this?"
The Blood Eye Qilin Clan elder stared at Chu Feng in disbelief.
Although lightning patterns, a bolt armor, and lightning wings had appeared on Chu Feng's body, his cultivation was still only at the sixth rank of Half God.
Logically speaking, how could a sixth rank Half God rescue people right under his nose?
After boosting his own cultivation, he had reached the eighth rank of Half God.
But aside from Chu Feng, it seemed no one else could accomplish this.
"Remember, today your clansmen died because of you."
Chu Feng said to him.
"Hahahaha!!!"
Upon hearing these words, the Blood-Eyed Kirin clan member burst into laughter.
That laughter was extremely arrogant and deeply mocking.
"What did you say? A mere third rank Half God..."
"Even with three different methods, all you can do is raise your cultivation to a pathetic sixth rank Half God."
"You think you can kill me?" the Blood-Eyed Kirin clan member laughed loudly.
In fact, it wasn't just him.
Even the people from the Totem Dragon Clan were extremely curious.