Black Wind Immortal Domain.

The once prosperous Immortal Domain has now turned into a hellish purgatory on earth.

Looking around, the void is like a shattered mirror, filled with grim cracks, with violent Chaotic Qi Flow pouring in, tearing everything apart.

The Laws of the Great Tao have become utterly chaotic here, even faintly collapsing, with dense evil energy almost condensing into tangible blood droplets, permeating every inch of space, corroding the Divine Soul and will of living beings.

Countless cultivators have spilled blood here and met their demise.

The terrifying battle has shattered this Immortal Domain into pieces, with mountains and rivers overturned and heaven and earth inverted.

The vast and boundless Immortal Sea had long been evaporated, revealing its dry, cracked abyssal bottom.

The wide continental plates have split into several pieces, like isolated island ruins floating in Chaos, telling of endless desolation and despair.

On the largest fragment of land stands a fiercely upright solemn killing aura, in stark contrast to the surrounding scene of destruction.

A battle formation formed by countless cultivator armies clad in the standard battle armor of the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty stands guard here like a forest of steel.

Ancient Immortal Cities rise from the ground, with runes flickering on the city walls and Dao Rhythm interweaving, collectively forming what seems to be an indestructible defensive line, becoming the last stronghold in this dead silent Immortal Domain.

However, outside these Immortal City fortifications, the Nine Heavens have already turned into a boiling chaotic killing field.

The void constantly collapses and reforms, with spaces annihilating in large areas, and Immortal Light of the Great Tao flickering uncertainly.

The armies of both sides are locked in fierce combat here, with roars, howls, explosions from the clashes of Divine Skills, and deathly screams interweaving into a symphony of destruction.

The army of the Evil God Clan seems endless, like black tides of death, crashing wave after wave from the depths of chaos, madly attacking the defensive line, vowing to utterly devour and crush this last bastion!

"Boom——!"

A terrifying loud sound exploded at the core of the battlefield, accompanied by a sorrowful wail.

I saw Han Chuan with disheveled hair, his originally majestic Dao robe stained with filthy blood, sticking to his body unrecognizably.

His left arm hangs unnaturally, clearly completely broken and useless. The most horrifying is a claw mark on his chest, deep enough to reveal bone, almost tearing him in two, with his stark white bone exposed, and around the wound coils a dense ink-like sinister black mist, writhing as if alive, frantically eroding his vast life force and Immortal foundation.

But even so, the ferocity of this Five Tribulations Great Heavenly Venerate has not diminished but increased.

Despite his severe injuries, he seized a fleeting opportunity, his right fist enveloped with his last vast mana, and charged forth, directly blasting apart the head and the origin of the Divine Soul of an astonished Evil God Forbidden Master, obliterating it completely!

Having slain a formidable enemy, Han Chuan himself also paid a heavy price.

The countershock caused him to stagger backward, his aura sharply declining significantly, with dark golden Dao blood uncontrollably seeping from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently, and the black mist on the wound eroding more rampantly.

"Hah... hah..."

Gasping for breath, Han Chuan's blood-soaked face showed a fierce and resolute madness, his bloodshot eyes scanning the surrounding Evil God Forbidden Masters, his hoarse voice carrying an unsettling chill.

"Come! Who's next!?"

The figures of those Evil God Forbidden Masters instantly paused, eyes filled with apprehension.

They clearly felt that the human clan powerhouse before them was at the end of his rope, in a state of exhaustion and depletion, but his determination to strike back before death and the possible explosive power made none willing to be dragged down.

Ultimately, with a look exchanged, these Evil God Forbidden Masters let out an unwilling hiss, bodies slowly merging into the dense evil mist and temporarily retreating.

The Evil God Clan chose the most prudent approach—waiting, waiting for the deadly Dao wounds and evil energy to completely extinguish this tenacious enemy's last life force.

Sensing the retreat of formidable enemies, the taut string in Han Chuan's heart slightly loosened, but his body staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Forcing himself to take a breath and steady his stance, he slowly settled back onto the crumbling city walls.

"Whew——"

Han Chuan let out a long, blood-tainted breath, his aura appearing somewhat dim.

Only now did he truly feel the woeful extent of his condition.

His Immortal foundation damaged, origin depleted, and the Evil God's power infiltrating his body was like an unshakable bone plague, continually devouring his life force. Any Heavenly Venerate below the Five Tribulations would have long vanished in both body and spirit.

To endure until now relied entirely on the stubborn life potential of a Five Tribulations Great Heavenly Venerate and an unwavering will to fight to the death.

However, even willpower has its limits.

Looking inwardly at the mess and the worsening condition inside his body, Han Chuan's tough face couldn't help but reveal a trace of uncontainable bitterness and fatigue.

"Such Dao wounds... have already hurt the very foundation, and the evil energy has penetrated to the marrow... it seems, ultimately, I won't hold on for much longer."

He was well aware that the temporary retreat of the Evil God Forbidden Masters wasn't out of fear, but out of serpent-like coldness and cunning.

They keenly sensed that he was in a state of exhaustion, unwilling to be dragged down at the last moment, hence choosing to temporarily avoid his edge, merely waiting silently for him to be consumed entirely by the Dao wounds and evil energy.

That would be the true hopeless predicament.

But at this point.

Even understanding this.

Han Chuan had no retreat to speak of.

As long as he was here.

Then the Black Wind Immortal Domain could hold out for a little longer.

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