Inside the Ink Giant Spirit God's body, tens of millions of Stone Clan soldiers were scattered throughout. Ordinary Stone Clan soldiers might not have been able to withstand the erosion of the Ink Force, but these Stone Clan had all grown by devouring the power of the Sun and Moon, granting them an innate resistance to the Ink Force.
Moreover, their perception of the Ink Force was extremely keen—they regarded it as a mortal enemy. The moment they were released, they began bombarding and devastating the interior of the Ink Giant Spirit God, causing it to instantly experience the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at its flesh.
No matter how impervious the exterior, the internal defenses were inevitably somewhat fragile.
Yang Kai had originally intended to release all the Stone Clan from his Small World—a total of thirty million—but the Ink Giant Spirit God's secret technique had forced him to cut that short.
In such a fiercely contested battle, the longer time dragged on, the more variables could arise.
Therefore, upon sensing the Ink Giant Spirit God's movements, he made a decisive choice and activated the Sun-Moon Record. In the next instant, the tens of millions-strong Stone Clan army each erupted with dazzling radiance. In the pitch-black environment, streams of yellow and blue light began flowing and intertwining, evolving into the ultimate mystery.
In the void, A Da once again swung the enemy's severed limb and smashed it viciously at his opponent. This blow landed squarely on the Ink Giant Spirit God's neck, wrenching it into a twisted angle.
At the same time, an expression of excruciating agony suddenly appeared on the Ink Giant Spirit God's face, as though it were enduring tremendous torture. Immediately after, brilliant white light began seeping from its mouth and nose.
It howled in pain, its roars shaking the heavens. Every Ink Clan member who heard that sound was struck with abject terror.
The brilliant white light was no longer seeping only from its mouth and nose. From the stumps of its severed arm and leg, and from every wound on its body, pillars of light materialized out of thin air like swords of light, piercing it through with ten thousand blades!
Accompanying the surge of those light pillars, a figure drenched in Ink Blood charged out with spear in hand—it was none other than Yang Kai. He glanced back at the wretched state of the Ink Giant Spirit God, clearly perceiving that its aura had weakened dramatically.
This burst of Purifying Light was even more powerful than the previous sacrifice of two thousand Eighth-Order Stone Clan!
That was understandable. The Purifying Light from sacrificing two thousand Eighth-Order Stone Clan had only enveloped the Ink Giant Spirit God—an attack from outside.
But the Purifying Light now forged from the fusion of tens of millions of Stone Clan soldiers had detonated inside its body. Almost every ounce of its power had been absorbed without any escape. So although it was somewhat lacking in quality, the sheer volume more than compensated, inflicting far greater damage upon the Ink Giant Spirit God than before.
A Da charged in once more. Despite his questionable intellect, as a member of the Giant Spirit God race, his combat instincts were extraordinarily powerful. With the enemy in such a wretched state, how could he miss the opportunity? In just a few steps he closed in on the Ink Giant Spirit God, wielding the severed limbs to deliver a relentless barrage of savage blows. Every strike resulted in scenes of mangled flesh and blood.
It seemed that as its aura weakened and its Yuan Qi suffered damage, the Ink Giant Spirit God's own defenses had grown more fragile as well.
The Ink Giant Spirit God roared wildly, still struggling to resist, but at this point it was no match for A Da whatsoever. Facing A Da's attacks, it could only barely parry, being driven back step by step.
A dragon's cry rang out abruptly, and golden light blossomed. A Sacred Dragon ten thousand zhang long unfurled across the void. Its serpentine body coiled and swept through the air, and seizing the moment when the Ink Giant Spirit God was occupied, it wrapped directly around its neck—once, twice, round and round. Then the Sacred Dragon raised its massive head, pressing face to face against the Ink Giant Spirit God's eyes at point-blank range.
Even at ten thousand zhang long, the dragon's body appeared minuscule compared to the Ink Giant Spirit God's colossal form. From a distance, it looked like a snake coiled around a person's neck.
The Ink Giant Spirit God loathed Yang Kai to the very depths of its being. Realizing that its chances were grim, it abandoned its defense against A Da entirely and reached for the Sacred Dragon with its only remaining hand.
The power of the Dao of Time flowed outward. Transformed into the Sacred Dragon's body, Yang Kai could wield the Dao of Time far more fluidly than in his humanoid form—after all, Time was the Dragon Clan's innate Grand Dao.
Though that grasping hand contained infinite mysteries, under the influence of the Dao of Time it became utterly sluggish.
The dragon's maw opened wide, and a blast of dragon breath spewed forth, striking the Ink Giant Spirit God's eye head-on. In the next instant, that massive eyeball exploded.
Yang Kai repeated the process, and soon the other eye of the Ink Giant Spirit God burst as well.
Having lost both eyes, the Ink Giant Spirit God let out another anguished howl. It surged with sudden force, breaking through the shackles of the Dao of Time, and its sluggish hand finally regained its freedom.
But before it could seize Yang Kai's dragon body, A Da's savage strike interrupted its attack once more.
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Kai unleashed one Dragon Clan secret technique after another, bombarding the Ink Giant Spirit God's face at extremely close range.
Each secret technique was equivalent to a peak Ninth-Order master striking with full force. In mere moments, the Ink Giant Spirit God's face had been reduced to a bloody ruin.
Even so, the Ink Giant Spirit God still refused to die, eliciting a sigh of admiration from Yang Kai for its sheer tenacity of life.
Since the war between Humanity and the Ink Clan began, the Human Race had only ever slain an Ink Giant Spirit God once—that was during the battle at No Return Pass several thousand years ago. But even then, Humanity had paid an enormous price, with over ten Ninth-Order masters falling in battle.