Across the Xuantian Continent, those in the Golden Core stage can fly, those in the Nascent Soul stage can condense their primordial spirit, those in the Out-of-Body stage can separate their primordial spirit from their body, and those in the Fusion stage can create space. Reaching the Fusion stage represents a bottleneck in mortal cultivation, and from this point on, one can independently form space.
If a cultivator in the Fusion Stage wanted to tear space apart, they would have to expend all their spiritual energy and would not use it unless they were in dire straits. Furthermore, the space they tore apart was also extremely easy to break through and had little effect.
On the vast and boundless Demon Realm Twelfth Sea, a breeze blew across the sea, rolling up snow-white waves.
Apart from the bloody and corpse-like bodies on the ground, no one could discover that a shocking battle had taken place here. No one knew that a piece of space had been torn here, trapping two peerless masters inside, and it could not be opened for fifty years.
On the Xuantian Continent, the war between the two clans continued. In the pitch-black darkness of space, the sound of "bang bang" echoed throughout the heavens and earth. Each explosion caused the entire space to tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse, yet it remained on the verge of collapse.
The sound was incredibly loud, as if a massive object was repeatedly crashing into the ground, desperately trying to break through this space with all its might. However, his efforts were in vain. The white dragon clashed with the darkness, and the space remained locked shut. He could not see the outside world, nor could he see a single ray of light.
In the first year, Jin Li transformed into his original form and used all his strength to rush around, but to no avail.
This space is not very big, and the collision of the divine beasts can hit every corner of the space, so the demon cultivator curled up in the corner will reluctantly raise his whip, knock the opponent away, and then move to another place to hide whenever he encounters an attack from the opponent.
In such a place, Jin Li couldn't see Mo Qianqiu, and Mo Qianqiu couldn't see Jin Li.
What is stealing the day?
Stealing the sky and replacing the day doesn't just mean taking away your light, but stripping away all light sources. Even if you take out a magical weapon that can illuminate, it will be useless in this, and you will only fall into endless darkness.
“Ahem…”
Mo Qianqiu coughed up a mouthful of blood. He reached out and roughly wiped it away, then propped himself up on his right leg, leaning weakly against the wall at the edge of the space. He was almost out of strength. Jin Li had gone mad since entering this place, but no matter how recklessly Jin Li attacked, he would eventually fall to his side.
He can survive once, ten times, a hundred times...
But this scarred body could no longer allow him to endure a few more times.
Mo Qianqiu knew he probably didn't have many years left. He was already at the end of his strength. If he didn't lean on something, he might not even be able to sit up, and would only be able to collapse to the ground in an awkward manner. How many years did he have left?
Maybe five years, maybe three years, maybe one year?
Perhaps the next time the enemy attacks, he will die under the dragon's claws.
"cough……"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. This time, Mo Qianqiu reacted extremely quickly and reached up to cover his lips, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood. Some fragments of internal organs sprayed out of his mouth, soaking his fingers with blood. He began to cough violently, and each cough echoed in the empty space, making bursts of sound.
A sound of breaking wind came from afar. Mo Qianqiu's eyes turned cold, and he slapped the ground with his left hand, and stood up immediately. However, he stumbled and almost fell as soon as he stood up. He barely managed to steady himself by holding onto the wall.
A clear dragon roar came from afar, the sound mixed with fear, anger and murderous intent.
Mo Qianqiu flicked his finger, and a blood-red whip appeared before him. He was a man of pride, his clothes a blood-red. He lashed out with the whip fiercely, and the space shook three times. Mo Qianqiu wiped the blood from his lips and sneered. Even though it was obscured by the darkness, one could imagine that on that gorgeous face, there was definitely a hint of irony and arrogance in his smile.
Even when he was in the most miserable state, even when he might die at the next moment, the Demon Lord never bowed his head and never showed fear.
Gusts of wind blew in front of Mo Qianqiu, making his red clothes rustle and his long hair flutter. At this moment, he could not see, but he knew that a white dragon was rushing towards him at a rapid speed.
The dragon's strength was already beyond his, and at this moment, the dragon wished to tear him into pieces.
But he didn't even have the strength to escape.
Should I fight back resolutely and die, or should I commit suicide directly and not give the other party a chance to kill me?
Mo Qianqiu raised his charming peach blossom eyes, suddenly pointed his toes, and rushed forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The magic whip collided with the white dragon's sharp claws, making a series of noises.
If it were in the outside world, Jin Li would be able to kill the seriously injured Mo Qianqiu with one blow, but here, facing the endless darkness, Jin Li seemed to be crazy and only knew how to attack recklessly.
The two fought for hundreds of rounds. Mo Qianqiu hit Jin Li's right eye with a whip. The white dragon immediately roared and flew back several meters, but Mo Qianqiu was hit by a mouthful of scorching dragon flame. He flew backwards and hit the edge of the space, spurting blood.
Jin Li didn't give him a chance to breathe. The white dragon roared and attacked again. Mo Qianqiu endured the pain of being torn apart and rushed forward again with the whip in hand. But this time, he seemed even more crazy. He held the long whip tightly in his palm and swung it out fiercely.
"Didn't you say you wanted to gouge out my heart? Jin Li, then come!"
His voice was hoarse and every word was heart-wrenching, like a trapped beast that was forced into a desperate situation, too unyielding and stubborn to bow its head.
But just as the two were about to collide, Jin Li suddenly stopped. Mo Qianqiu swung his whip, and the blow was like a solid wall of iron. There was no demonic energy at all, and it couldn't hurt the opponent. When Mo Qianqiu pulled back the whip, he felt it was being pulled by someone.
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