Chapter 813 Overestimating One's Capacity

Isn't the power of the Tree of Life something that only the elves can fully master? How could Luo Li, an ordinary human, use the power of the Tree of Life to hurt him!

Blood gushed out of Fan Jue's shoulder like a fountain, staining half of his clothes red. His eyes were wide open, and the power of the abyss around him boiled even more violently, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

He pressed his palm on the wound, and the bleeding stopped in an instant. However, even so, the power of the Tree of Life could not be completely removed by him.

This is the restraining effect of the Tree of Life on the undead in the dark world.

Luo Li took advantage of the situation and pursued, the tip of the sword emitting a hint of emerald green fluorescence, which was a strange fusion of life force and murderous aura. Every time she swung the sword, it seemed to create a crack in the air where hope and despair were intertwined.

Fan Jue retreated violently, and the ground beneath his feet cracked due to his furious power. Amidst the flying dust, the figures of the two men intertwined, and the sword light and dark light collided with each other, erupting in a deafening roar.

The movement here naturally attracted the attention of Xiaoliu and the others. They gritted their teeth and focused their attention on the battle with the Dark Lord.

After all, if a Dark Lord dies, their chances of winning will instantly increase, and conversely, if it is their Emperor who dies, the Dark Realm will immediately turn the tables.

Feng Yan and the others were covered in blood, and they kept putting pills to maintain their soul power and heal their injuries into their mouths.

Tianji and the others were not much better off than them.

Sweat and blood intertwined and slid down, dripping onto the scorched earth, instantly evaporating into wisps of white mist, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt and bloody things.

There was a huge bloody hole on Xiaoliu's shoulder, caused by the sword in Wujin's hand.

He took the pill, but after all, the wound was left by the Emperor, and the Soul Emperor Pill could not heal it immediately.

He suffered a great loss, but Wu Jin also gained nothing.

His shoulder was almost torn off by Xiaoliu's strength. Even though the undead had powerful self-healing abilities, the injury caused by the ancestor of Warcraft made him feel like he had lost an arm.

Xiaoliu's face was as pale as paper, and the muscles around the bloody hole on his shoulder were slightly spasming. He clenched his teeth, and sweat dripped down his resolute chin and merged with the soil under his feet.

Wu Jin was breathing heavily, his clothes were tattered, and there was a deep scratch on his left arm that was visible to the bone. It was left by Xiao Liu's counterattack.

The two men looked at each other, their eyes filled with ruthlessness and indomitable spirit, as if they were beasts preparing for a final fight.

All around, the dust stirred up by the aftermath of the battle gradually dissipated, revealing their scarred but still standing figures.

But they both knew that they couldn't kill each other.

Wu Jin curled his lips coldly, "You are a good opponent."

Xiao Liu taunted, "Don't compare yourself to me, you're not worthy."

"Heh." Wu Jin's eyes were slightly sinister.

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The situation over there at Seventeen is better than here.

Ji Lian was originally the weakest among the Twelve Dark Lords. He could not gain any advantage against Seventeen and could only defend himself all the time. He could not find the right opportunity to counterattack.

But on the other hand, Seventeen wanted to kill him to help others, but Ji Lian's defense was almost flawless, and he was in a stalemate for a while.

Ji Lian was wrapped in a dark shield, like a cunning turtle, with only a pair of sinister eyes showing.

Seventeen held the Heaven-Slashing Chain in his hand, and the end of the chain lightly touched the ground. Every time he jumped up and swung it, there was a sharp sound of wind, but he was always bounced back by the seemingly weak barrier when he was about to penetrate the shield.

Sweat slid down Seventeen's resolute face, dripping onto the dry ground, and instantly wisps of white steam rose.

His eyes grew increasingly fiery, as if he wanted to burn this endless stalemate to ashes. Every breath he took was as heavy as thunder, shaking the air around him.

Seventeen looked at the increasingly worsening situation of Bai Chen and the others and gritted his teeth. No, this cannot go on!

Bai Chen, Qin Chuan and the others can’t hold on for much longer!

Although Bai Chen and his men seemed to be able to stop the three Dark Lords with ease, they knew that they could not completely stop the power of the three Emperors.

They now seem to be able to barely tie with them, relying on the formation and the blessing of the Sunlight Holy Seal.

But now they have more and more wounds on their bodies, and they can't hold on for much longer.

Bai Chen gritted his teeth slightly, and the scorching sun pattern appeared. They couldn't retreat!

Ersha frowned, "A bunch of human scum, really makes me unhappy."

He threw a punch, and Qin Chuan raised his sword to block it, but he still retreated several steps, half-knelt on the ground, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

Feng Jiusi quickly turned around, "Qin Chuan!"

Qin Chuan raised his hand and said, "I'm fine."

Feng Jiusi's eyes were sharp, and with a flash of his sword, he aimed straight at Esha's throat.

Esha sneered, dodged sideways, and threw a punch with a cold and murderous aura, heading straight for Feng Jiusi's heart.

Seeing this, Bai Chen's power of the scorching sun surged out and turned into a curtain of light, blocking Esha's attack. The light and evil spirit intertwined, and the space seemed to be shaking.

Qin Chuan endured the pain and took advantage of the momentum to jump up. The tip of the sword condensed the power of three laws, cutting through the sky and leaving a brilliant trail.

Feng Jue and Bai Chen looked at each other, and quickly formed seals with their hands. It seemed as if ancient runes were awakened in the air, and the light became brighter.

In an instant, a huge transparent barrier rose from the ground, trapping the three Esha inside. Their attacks were bounced back one after another, making a deafening roar.

Outside the barrier, Bai Chen and the others looked relieved, but they knew that this was only a temporary solution.

Sweat slid down their cheeks and mixed with the dirt, making them look particularly resolute.

Inside the barrier, the Dark Lord's roar penetrated the barrier and shook everyone's mind.

Feng Jiusi quickly took out a pill and fed it to Qin Chuan, "How is it?"

Qin Chuan's face was pale, and he forced a smile, "It's nothing serious."

Feng Jiusi gripped the pill bottle tightly, his eyes burning. After Qin Chuan took the medicine, he closed his eyes and concentrated, a faint light flowing around him.

Within the surrounding barrier, the Dark Lord's figure was looming, like the center of a violent storm. Every punch he swung carried a terrifying force that could tear apart space. Ripples appeared on the surface of the barrier, as if it could break at any time.

A burning smell filled the air, which was sparks produced by the friction at the edge of the barrier, making everyone's faces look gloomy.

Bai Chen gripped his sword tightly, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

In just a quarter of an hour, the barrier shattered, which was even shorter than they had imagined.

The three Eshas broke free, their momentum soared several times, and they were surrounded by inky black mist, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

His pupils flashed a dark red light as he looked straight at everyone, a cruel smile on his lips.

Qin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, his body flashed, and he turned into a stream of light, rushing straight towards Esha, holding a sword shining with golden light in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Esha's heart.

Ersha's eyes were bloodthirsty. He grabbed his neck with one hand and laughed softly, "You don't know your own limitations."