242 Ten Thousand Mountains Nineteen
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, enveloping the entire space in a sky full of blade light. If one were to count carefully, these nearly 1,500 blades of light were condensed together, incredibly fast, sharp, and swift.
Each blade gleamed with a cold light, appearing incredibly sharp and containing an overwhelmingly powerful force.
This power was undeniable; each strike carried a sharp killing intent, as if it would shred all resistance into pieces.
The combined power of these 1,500 strikes instantly shattered the countless ice swords attacking the green shield into fragments. A gentle breeze blew, and these fragments vanished into nothingness, disappearing completely into the air.
The surrounding violent energy was also cleaved by the 1,500 blades of light, instantly vanishing into thin air. The entire space returned to calm, as if the battle had just been an illusion.
At this moment, the Fifth Elder was behind the scenes, nearing his death. The scene before him also awakened him from the battle. He felt a surge of joy and regret as the attack came fiercely!
A feeling of no regrets and remorse intertwined, thoughts rapidly swirling in my mind, my consciousness blurring again, and I fainted, losing all feeling. All my previous efforts, fighting against the unpredictable future, now, seeing this scene before me, I felt no regrets. Perhaps there were, but that would be a luxury.
Wei Ming struggled to hold on, relying on the sheer willpower in his heart!
The gentleman's blade swept across, swift, fierce, and powerful, its thunderous force shaking the entire universe, yet it remained contained within a small area!
Around the blade, space seemed to be torn apart and trembled violently; even the most tyrannical power seemed to feel fear.
The air seemed to be stretched and exploded, compressed rapidly, and then quickly retreated three thousand miles, as if trying to escape this endless terror. The terrifying thunderstorm emanating from the blade, along with the scorching flames, melted and burned everything tangible and intangible due to the magma buried deep underground!
The terrifying aura terrified even the surrounding violent and destructive spiritual energy. It became docile, like a sheep, clinging to the ground, as gentle as a willow swaying in the spring breeze, daring not to resist in the slightest.
The power of a single strike was like opening the gates to a terrifying abyss, shrouding the rampaging fury in endless fear.
The demigod's strike possessed unparalleled power and destructive force, seemingly rendering all resistance futile. The raging, unconscious power was instantly stunned into immobility.
The terrifying strike was so powerful that even a small area within the square foot was invincible, like lightning in the night, dazzling and blinding. The invisible power spreading throughout the Hundred Thousand Mountains instantly dissipated, no longer daring to provoke again.
With Wei Ming's unconscious support, the huge green shield, free from external interference, began to repair itself rapidly.
Inside the protective shield, Wei Ming finally stopped absorbing the Fifth Elder's life force. At this moment, the Fifth Elder seemed to be old and about to die.
The Fifth Elder seemed to have reached the end of his life, sensing that he was about to leave the place where he was born and raised, never to return!
Looking at Wei Ming, whom she had only just met and had developed a slight liking for, she felt a sense of loss, desolation, helplessness, and reluctance at the moment of facing life and death.
At this moment, the entire dragon was hideous, no longer possessing its beautiful appearance and captivating charm. Thankfully, Wei Ming hadn't seen it; at least he still remembered his most beautiful moment!
She forced a smile, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance as she looked at Weiming, and whispered simply, almost inaudibly, "It's good that you're not dead!"
She uttered no sound, her voice filled with deep exhaustion and relief. It was a comfort welling up from the bottom of her heart, knowing that there was still a possibility of survival, perhaps one day becoming a demon king and leading her people to prosperity. At this moment, she had no regrets. After a brief, abrupt twitching, she fainted.
The green protective shield grew darker and darker, quickly enveloping the two of them. Gradually, Wei Ming and the Fifth Elder disappeared from sight, leaving only a faint trace of their presence.
At this moment, Wanqing and Rourou's eyes were brimming with tears, which silently streamed down their cheeks and fell to the ground.
Witnessing the Fifth Elder's sorrowful state, and knowing that the Eagle was either alive or dead, she felt an overwhelming sadness in her heart, as if she were experiencing the same pain herself. Unconsciously, she tightly embraced her lover, unable to control her tears, and burst into tears in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Wanqing and Rourou's clothes were soaked, as if drenched by the sweat from their lovers' burning breath, or as if soaked by their own tears, but it didn't matter!
The important thing is that at this moment, they are devoted to one person in both body and mind, and only hope that things will go from beginning to end. They do not want to experience the changes in the human world, and only want things to remain unchanged from the beginning to the end of their lives.
The image of their lovers was deeply etched in their hearts, and their intense love burned like a flame, making it impossible for them to suppress their emotions.
Tears fell silently, like dewdrops at night, shimmering with a crystal-clear light. These tears were not only for their unwavering devotion to the Fifth Elder, but also for the kindness and tenderness in their hearts.
Feeling the care, tenderness, and deep affection that the two women held for him, he felt even more beautiful and moving, as pure as a clear spring. At this moment, all he could do was hold them tightly, vowing never to abandon them until death.
Wanqing's eyes were brimming with tears, her gaze blank, as if her own life or death were at stake. Qianqian's hands, like the finest jade carvings or the brightest moon, were flawless. She shifted her grip, tightly holding her lover's shoulders, embracing him forcefully and passionately.
Her fair wrists, as white as snow, shimmered softly in the moonlight, seemingly possessing unparalleled charm and magic. Her slender waist, as graceful as water, displayed her exceptional talent. All for the one in her eyes, she was direct, passionate, and her eyes, like the bright moon, were also as tender as water.
Qianqian softly called out, "Chen Lang!" Her gentle call seemed like a distant whisper of longing, her voice as sweet as a clear spring and as crisp as a wind chime. The call echoed in her ears, radiating a sweet and warm fragrance.
Rou Rou was delicate and adorable at that moment, radiating an irresistible tenderness and allure. Her body was soft and warm.
Without realizing it, I couldn't help but hug her tightly, cherishing her with all my tenderness and love.
The breath was always so warm and captivating, the voice low and sweet, like a sweet melody melted with honey, irresistible.
At this moment, she pressed herself tightly against Shen Lang, burying her delicate and loving body completely in his broad and warm chest, enjoying his wide and warm embrace.
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