[END] Will Eternal

Chapter 862: Extremely Unstable

Hordes of Blood Flow Division disciples entered the Blood Ancestor's body and began to give strength with their cultivation base. The ancestors from the Blood Stream Division were preparing to send the Blood Ancestor into action!

Above the head of the Blood Ancestor was a rabbit, who was staring at the deva fluctuation on the other side of the spell formation.

The disciples of the Spirit Stream Division did something a little different. Depending on which faction of the sect they belonged to, they formed various types of spell-forming giants. An enormous sword in hand, the giants were fighting fiercely outside of the spell formation.

The Pill Stream Division offered additional support, often stepping in to free the disciples of the Spirit and Blood Stream Division. Lastly was the Profound Stream Division, whose main task was to ensure that Dire Skybanyan continued to maintain the spell formation shield.

Due to the vast resources that the River Opposing Sect had, Song Junwan had reached a large circle of Core Formations. Right now, his hair was a mess, and his face was covered in blood. He's clearly in bad shape. Xuemei fought next to him, and was also severely wounded. They were flanked by dozens of guards as they fell back into the protective perimeter of the spell formation, where more disciples rushed to help them.

“Pill Stream Division,” someone shouted, “all people come here to take care of Aunt Song Sect !! Hurry !! ”

Song Junwan waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I'm fine, take care of Xuemei first!"

Eyes blinked in anger, he refused any help, and instead sat cross-legged on one of the Dire Skybanyan leaves. As his injuries recovered, he scanned the battlefield, and his eyes flickered desperately.

The Limitless Patriarch of the Blood Stream Division used a shining, blood-colored sword that destroyed anything that blocked his path. He was actually one of the most powerful patriarchs in the entire River Suppression Sect. However, at this moment, he was ganged up by a total of three Nascent Soul ancestors from other sects!

Most of the other Nascent Soul ancestors from the River-Defying Sect were at various locations on the battlefield, fighting fiercely. Due to the spell formation shield, the battle was somewhat deadlocked. However, it was easy to imagine what would happen if the spell formation fell. The River Suppression Sect will be destroyed as if by Mount Tai!

Sighing, Song Junwan muttered, "Xiaochun .. I don't know if I can last long enough to see you again …"

His injuries were not completely healed, but he was the most powerful expert of the Middle Peak of the Blood Stream Division, and as such, he was the only one who could use that peak great blood sword. There was no time to rest; the fight had to continue!

Each of the five mountain peaks of the Blood Stream Division in the past all contained powerful precious treasures, and now, they were all used in battle. Corpses and animated gargoyles are all fighting mercilessly!

There was one special animated corpse with long green hair, which caused special frustration for the cultivators of the three sects. The corpse had a shocking flesh body strength, and it could also control other corpses. In addition, it was supported by a horde of gargoyles.

In general, gargoyles are not intelligent. However, there is one ingenious gargoyle among the group that takes it upon itself to lead the gargoyle into battle, making them a highly effective fighting force.

As for the Spirit Stream Division, their spell-forming giants were powerful, and wreaked havoc among enemies wherever they went. One of them bore a resemblance to Shangguan Tianyou, and the other, Beihan Lie. They all fought with courage and courage, and constantly drove the enemy backwards.

Ferocious beasts of all kinds howled as they fought together with the Spirit Stream Division. One of them was a mighty ancient dragon, flanked by phoenixes, lizards, and ghosts.

Perhaps due to the imposing appearance of the Spirit Stream Division, the Dao River Court sent three patriarchs of the Nascent Soul against them, like razor-sharp blades ready to take the heads of anyone they encountered.

However, at the moment they started their attack, howls erupted from within the spell formation that could shake the sky.

A huge ferocious beast appeared, tens of meters long and growing larger by then. He moved as fast as lightning, and had a sea of fire under his feet. As soon as he appeared in the open, rolling fluctuations bordering on the deva level.

The cultivators of the other three sects were all shocked. As for the Nascent Soul experts who had just prepared to attack the Spirit Stream Division, their eyes widened, and they turned to flee. However, before they could, the savage beast pounced on them!

However, before they could do a little more than move, streams of sword qi, huge hands, and a beam of black light shot out from the three sects, and headed towards the beast!

The will of the heavens filled the area: this was a god-level divine ability!

The beast spun on the spot, avoiding the big hands and dodging the rays of black light. Unfortunately, sword qi slashed at him!

Blood gushed out from the wound on his back! In fact, a closer examination would reveal that he had already had many wounds on him, some of which were already healed and broken, but others were still fresh. The most shocking of all was one of the fresh wounds that went from one side of the beast's neck to the other. It was a sword wound that was clearly caused by the explosion of the same sword that had just been unleashed.

If the sword that hit the neck of the beast had moved even faster, it would likely have decapitated it!

Thankfully, the beast was extremely fast, and immediately returned safely from the spell formation. He resembled a qilin in some ways, and had large and charming eyes. She is none other than .. Bruiser!

Serious expressions could be seen in the eyes of the three ancestral gods of the three great sects.

"That's it!"

"He's exactly as described by the spy …."

“It took less than sixty years to reach the god level…. He is the king of the paragon beasts !! ”

"It's a shame he was so fast. After all, the beast will be mine! He'll surrender, or die! "

Back in the spell formation of the River Defying Sect, the current sect leader, Zheng Yuandong of the Spirit Stream Division, was anxiously treating Bruiser's wounds.

"Don't go back to fighting, Bruiser," he said. “The only thing we can do is buy time now. We don't even know if Qinghou is alive or dead, so if something bad happens to you, what will I tell Xiaochun ?! ” Zheng Yuandong's eyes flickered with sadness as he looked at all the wounds and scars covering Bruiser.

Bruiser didn't really care about his injuries. However, when Zheng Yuandong raised Li Qinghou and Bai Xiaochun, he shivered, and sadness filled his eyes. His neck wound came when he tried to save Li Qinghou, a failed attempt, and ended with him watching Li Qinghou being taken away to the Dao River Court.

Bai Xiaochun's name caused his eyes to grow redder. A warm feeling surfaced in his heart, and at the same time, he remembered how Bai Xiaochun had entrusted him with the task of defending the River Defying Sect!

Even when he was panting, he glanced at the three sects hostilely, his eyes gleaming with hatred and fear due to the three gods.

The battle reached its peak. It was a war of extermination where differences could never be resolved. Meanwhile, on the invisible ninth mountain of the River Opposing Sect, the Patriarch Spirit Stream stood there with a bitter expression on its face. He knew that the three gods were beyond his ability to fight, and that the only reason they were surviving at this moment was because of the sect's reserve strength. Since the River Antidote Sect did not have a god, they had to pull all the stops of even threatening someone in the early God Realm.

Clearly, they were summoning their backup power one by one, and only using them when they were absolutely certain that they would succeed!

"Sir, do you think ... that a miracle will happen?" Even as those words left the mouth of the Patriarch Spirit Stream, a monkey appeared behind him, hands clasped behind his back as he looked into the distance, a monkey, wisdom and foresight gleamed in his eyes.

"For sure!"