241 Eighteen Hundred Thousand Mountains
This means more eaglets can survive and grow into strong adults. The colony will become a powerful one, and it's not impossible that it will one day rule the vast skies!
The ideal I once cherished is now an unattainable reality. In the next instant, my dream will shatter. There is no time to wait. In my mind, there is only determination and madness. I take life and death lightly!
His true energy surged like a torrent, and he unleashed his innate supernatural power. Each feather seemed to become a rotating turbine, constantly attracting the surrounding airflow and forming one vortex after another.
These cyclones act like invisible suction cups, tearing apart the surrounding space and creating crisscrossing airflow channels.
At this moment, the wings, like sharp knives, pierced through the barrier of space, as if tearing apart the boundary between reality and illusion.
At this moment, the Fifth Elder charged forward with all his might, rushing in at an unparalleled speed. The closer he got, the more ferocious the violent air currents became, regardless of the life-or-death danger he was in.
Without the slightest hesitation, his eyes held only calm and boundless madness. He was fighting to the death, swiftly weaving through the raging torrent like a fish dancing in a rapid current. With each flap of his wings, he unleashed his full power, tearing through walls of air currents and entering a completely new space.
As if composed of layers of space, the wings had now transformed into the sharpest weapons, each swing capable of slicing through spatial rifts. Beneath them, ice swords formed from air currents attacked in all directions, impossible to defend against; venturing into them was a relentless and unwavering endeavor.
At this moment, Wei Ming was in so much pain that he seemed to have lost all consciousness, relying only on instinct to survive and an unknown persistence in his heart. His consciousness was about to blur in an instant.
Astonished, they watched the elder rush towards them, so recklessly disregarding the danger. Was this a figment of their imagination before death, or was it real?
He struggled to open his eyes, and the scene before him was unbelievably real. The Fifth Elder had actually risked his life to rush in for his sake. He watched as ice swords danced wildly, the winds raging like a raging storm, like a lone boat on a vast ocean, on the verge of capsizing and perishing at any moment.
Forcing your way in like this, with death constantly looming and the Grim Reaper at any moment, isn't worth it.
My eyes instantly welled up with tears, my heart overflowing with emotion. I had persevered, striving for even greater potential, but I never imagined the Fifth Elder would die because of me. She was a woman of talent and ability, the hope for the future of our clan, and she too needed to continue, to lead the clan to strength. She couldn't die here!
A roar of rage shot through his mind: 'This cannot be allowed to happen! Even if it costs me my life!'
In that moment of profound emotion, a strange power surged within his bloodline, a power born from the brink of death, and exploded instantly. This strange power formed a gigantic, pale green eggshell shape.
Layers of green power shield, faintly visible, began to slowly form, thicken, and the color began to deepen, rapidly enveloping the area.
The explosive power within his bloodline instantly broke through the surrounding raging chaos, creating a gap and a passage. The Fifth Elder, as if finding an escape route in a raging ocean, rushed in instantly.
After it rushed in, the huge green shield began to close, temporarily blocking the frenzied attack.
In September, the wind in Tianshan was like a knife. The biting cold wind danced within three zhang of the space behind, as if it were raging in the endless sky. Every flower was a world, as if it wanted to devour all life in this small world.
Ice, like deadly blades, blanketed the sky with ice swords, like the fingers of death, piercing every inch of space and every living being.
The violent power, like the Grim Reaper demanding death, quickly followed. Just as Wei Ming's hard-won green shield was about to slowly sever the surrounding cold ice swords, it was...
However, the ice blades and wind blades formed by the violent power had nowhere to vent their power, and began to become even more violent, with their speed increasing faster and faster.
The green protective shield seemed to be sliced into pieces; as the blade pierced through, streaks of blood spurted out.
As Wei Ming watched the Fifth Elder enter safely, he sighed deeply. His previously tense nerves instantly relaxed, and his body deflated like a punctured balloon, losing all strength in an instant. His bones seemed to shatter into countless pieces, his flesh felt as if it had been destroyed, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally fainted.
The Fifth Elder was instantly extremely anxious, his eyes reddening slightly. He couldn't care about anything else at this moment, so he bent down, focused his mind and gathered his energy, and poured his true energy into Wei Ming as much as he could.
The true energy within his body surged forth like a mighty river, flowing into Wei Ming's body. Wei Ming was like a boundless ocean, receiving this true energy, absorbing an immeasurable amount, as if he could never get enough, just like a hungry person who can never be full.
His body was filled with the Fifth Elder's true energy, which flowed rapidly through his meridians, constantly nourishing his body and soul.
The Fifth Elder's true energy was rapidly absorbed by Wei Ming at this moment. Her body was like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring the Fifth Elder's true energy.
However, the Fifth Elder's true energy was being consumed at an increasingly rapid pace, and he had very little left in his body. But Wei Ming's absorption did not stop at this moment; he was even rapidly plundering Wei Ming's blood energy, that enormous amount of blood energy.
The Fifth Elder began to age at a visible rate; his skin became loose, wrinkles increased, and his complexion turned pale. His body gradually became weak and powerless, making it difficult for him to even move, and he could only collapse onto Wei Ming.
Life force gradually faded, but Wei Ming finally began to breathe again.
The Fifth Elder felt that his body could no longer support him and knew that he was no longer able to continue channeling true energy.
However, Wei Ming seemed to be endlessly absorbing her true energy and life force, like a giant beast devouring her soul and life.
However, the surrounding ice swords did not weaken at all; on the contrary, they attacked the green shield faster and faster.
This protective shield was originally maintained by the Fifth Elder using his true energy to protect Wei Ming. Now, with his true energy exhausted, it was as fragile as paper and was about to be broken through.
The ice swords grew faster and faster, each strike carrying immense power as they relentlessly battered the green shield. The Fifth Elder's heart tightened; he knew the shield couldn't hold for much longer.
The green shield had just solidified when it was broken, then solidified again, and then was brutally broken again!
Wei Ming, however, remained unconscious and showed no signs of waking up. His body had lost its ability to repair itself. The Fifth Elder knew that if Wei Ming did not wake up soon, the protective shield would be unable to withstand the attack of the ice sword.
My heart tightened, and I felt helpless and desperate, not knowing what to do.
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