Liu Liuliou had actually entered the battle long ago, but the Northern Plains powerhouses of his generation had all been destroyed, leaving him as the sole survivor.
Such battles were too brutal — the sacrifice of Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals had become commonplace.
Liu Liuliou's battle record was glorious. Since the fighting began, he had claimed at least eight members of Heavenly Court as his victims. He had been watching Fairy Ziwei for some time, and his rich combat experience allowed him to quickly assess just how important she was!
Now, his sudden sneak attack had in truth been brewing for a long time.
In an instant, every hair on Fairy Ziwei's body stood on end. A lethal sense of crisis flooded her chest, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe!
Fairy Ziwei's mind was crystal clear — with her current defensive measures alone, she had no way of stopping the attack. But to activate any other defensive measures now would be far too late!
Just as Fairy Ziwei was about to fall, a Heavenly Court Gu Immortal rushed out from the side to intervene.
It was Wu Shuang, who had previously gone to support Dragon Lord!
Pfft!
A muffled sound. Liu Liuliou's killing move, like a grey blade, pierced through Wu Shuang before striking Fairy Ziwei's shoulder.
"Damn it — Wu Yong blocked most of its power..." Liu Liuliou's expression changed drastically, and his figure rapidly dissolved.
Fairy Ziwei was gravely wounded, but Wu Yong was already dead.
Liu Liuliou vanished without a trace. The next time he appeared, he might yet claim another life.
Boom!
Waves of energy surged through the air.
Dragon Lord flew backward hundreds of steps, struggling to stabilize himself.
He had ultimately managed to block one of Qiji Huangdu's powerful killing moves, but at the cost of both his arms and the dragon scales on his chest.
His arms hung limply at his sides, every dragon scale shattered, his chest a bloody mess of torn flesh.
Dragon Lord immediately activated healing methods, but the dark tracks engraved on his arms were extremely dense and cleverly arranged, greatly hampering his recovery.
"Hahaha, Dragon Lord! You've been hit by our Snake Pull and Dark Tangled Life in succession, and you still think you can recover your injuries in such a short time? Keep dreaming!" Qiji Huangdu's mocking voice rang out.
In the next moment, the Jieyun Altar suddenly changed its fighting style, drilling through the floor tiles to launch a sneak attack on Dragon Lord from below.
A Gu Immortal-level killing move erupted, striking Dragon Lord.
A colossal orange-gold sphere of light engulfed Dragon Lord, trapping him firmly inside.
The sphere continuously contracted, squeezing Dragon Lord's living space, creaking his bones, causing dragon scales to fall one after another, and revealing visible cracks across his dragon horns.
Seeing Dragon Lord trapped, Bing Saichuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Dragon Lord's speed was terrifying, and the Jieyun Altar's killing move was relatively slow — it would have been nearly impossible to hit him otherwise.
Fortunately, the Northern Plains Gu Immortals had employed an exceptionally wise tactic: attack where the enemy must defend. This forced Dragon Lord to worry about his allies and remain on the defensive. Qiji Huangdu's coordination grew increasingly seamless, and only then did they create an opening to strike Dragon Lord!
Crack.
A soft sound rang out as a large section of Dragon Lord's horn fell from the top of his head.
Tremendous amounts of severed purple hair drifted and scattered.
Nine dragon phantoms manifested across Dragon Lord's body — the Nine-Patterned Dragon Body Protection killing move — struggling desperately against the crushing pressure surrounding him.
"Dragon Lord, you've already lost! The Fate Gu will belong to our Changsheng Heaven! And you shall reap only death!" Bing Saichuan's voice echoed across the battlefield. For the moment, he could only trap Dragon Lord without being able to take his life, but that was fine — he could use this to crush Heavenly Court's morale.
Sure enough, many members of Heavenly Court showed expressions of alarm upon seeing Dragon Lord trapped.
Dragon Lord suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily: "Even if this old man dies here, so what? You Northern Plains Gu Immortals fight without fear of death — do you think anyone in my Heavenly Court is afraid to die?"
One sentence, and every Gu Immortal of Heavenly Court roared their approval, their morale surging.
"We slumbered only out of duty — never because we feared death."
"Joking? Fear death? We are members of Heavenly Court!"
"We have upheld the glory of humanity since ancient times. We have never feared sacrifice!"
The Gu Immortals of Heavenly Court launched their countercharge, using their own flesh and blood to shield against the killing moves of the Northern Plains Gu Immortals. Whenever an opening appeared, they attacked recklessly regardless of their own safety, seeking to drag the Northern Plains powerhouses down with them in mutual destruction.
The Northern Plains Gu Immortals were brave and fierce, but the Gu Immortals of Heavenly Court had gone mad!
"This is bad," Bing Saichuan cursed inwardly. He had originally intended to crush Heavenly Court's morale, but he never expected Dragon Lord to so cleverly dismantle his scheme with a single sentence.
Bing Saichuan sneered, his voice ringing across the battlefield once more: "How laughable! Your sacrifices are utterly meaningless. Even if our Gu Immortals sacrifice themselves in greater numbers, they are nothing more than constructs conjured by Red Lotus Demon Venerable's killing move — they were already dead to begin with. Trading the already dead for your sacrifices — that's nothing but profit! Just how much heritage does your Heavenly Court possess to endure such wanton losses?"