The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 906 - 426: Success (Part 2)

But the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, her stunningly beautiful face growing paler.

It was clear that after the causality grafting was broken, she had to bear the cost of forcibly overdrawing power alone, and even though the area was filled with vast amounts of Life Energy, it couldn’t fundamentally heal her injuries.

She could no longer maintain Holy Land Level combat power.

No, not just that.

The life force being released here was no longer for her use.

Boom!

The golden ancient tree emitted a bright radiance, spawning strange black petals all over the ground, and the fruits condensing within the void became more and more tangible, as if containing unparalleled vitality, vibrant and dripping.

It both represented vitality and signified death.

Because it was consuming the Life Force of the entire world.

Including the vitality of the Red King, which was gradually slipping away; fortunately, he had indeed mastered the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse skillfully, appearing like he was flickering wildly within a camera lens amidst floral screens, constantly reverting to his former state.

Truly the handiwork of that Black Supreme.

The Life Energy within the Divine Ruins was supposed to provide hope to people. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But in reality, you were just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Once you fattened up, you’d still face the fate of being butchered.

Seeing those who glimpsed hope fall back into the abyss of despair.

This was precisely the scene the Black Supreme most liked to see.

Skylark gently coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood, her face still stunningly beautiful, unaffected.

Yet the weakness in her eyes became more apparent.

Only one person here was unaffected, and that was Gu Jianlin.

This was, after all, the Spiritual Domain of the Black Supreme, and as the sole heir to the Qilin Wedge position, of course, he could not be affected. Instead, he was the unique heir, constantly devouring the surrounding vitality.

With such an insurmountable advantage, anyone else would surely make a sarcastic remark.

Gu Jianlin had nothing to say, only lifting the Qilin Wedge to charge forward again.

Because in his eyes, the woman before him was already a stranger, even an enemy who had deceived him. His current priority was merely to seize that life-and-death fruit.

An unprecedentedly brutal murderous intent filled his mind.

Kill Gods when they come, kill Buddhas when they appear.

He charged across the ground with violent strides, the Qilin Wedge bursting with ten thousand lightning beams, whistling past.

"You think you’ve grown up, but in reality, you’re just a child who knows nothing. Do you even realize what the things here mean? Have you never thought about what you would do, even if you could really snatch that fruit and give it to someone else? Can you still aspire to the highest?"

Skylark, seeing this scene, had her lips curl with even more pronounced sarcasm as she raised her hand to press upon her face, the bloody Candle Dragon Mask forming.

She lifted her beautiful eyes, in her pupils flowed a demonic Mandala Flower!

Jiuyin too released ten-thousand beams of lightning.

All Heavens Divine Thunder!

"I don’t care."

Gu Jianlin’s response was as cold as wind and snow: "If I want to ascend to the highest, I don’t need that kind of thing."

Boom!

Black and blood-colored thunder collided together.

Blades and swords clashed, ten thousand beams of lightning pierced through the canopy of the Divine Ruins, reaching the heavens.

The face of the Red King was also illuminated by the lightning, applauding in admiration.

At the same time, the Ancient God’s Breath roared mightily.

Because Skylark and the Qilin simultaneously performed Primordial Return!

Boom!

Void shattered, a pitch-black Qilin and a blood-red Ancient Dragon suddenly soared upwards from somewhere like wild beasts, not fighting alongside each other this time but roaring and tearing at each other, each strike shaking the earth and mountains, blood splattering.

This scene was like something engraved on an ancient mural thousands of years ago, breathtakingly beautiful.

They both summoned their primordial true forms, battling bloodily atop the canopy!

"I know everything about you, how can you beat me?"

As soon as Gu Jianlin heard these words, he felt the whistling sound coming from behind.

He turned his hand to raise the Qilin Wedge, blocking a blade descending from the heavens.

Skylark’s strike tore through time and space, yet was precisely blocked by his Qilin Wedge.

Because the Qilin Wedge was surrounded by violent Dark Energy, it wasn’t directly touched.

He suddenly turned, a pitch-black flash igniting at his fingertip, spewing forth.

Bang.

Skylark tilted her head to dodge, the black light illuminating her stunningly beautiful face. Without a sound, she gripped the knife handle tightly, its edge trembling to release a despairing wail as if plunging into the depths of a despairing Hell.

Gu Jianlin’s spirituality was disturbed, and even showed signs of evaporation.

With a slash, half of his body was torn apart, dense Dark Energy pouring out.

Skylark lifted her slender leg, sweeping across his chest!

With a bang, Gu Jianlin was sent flying, smashing countless stone statues like a cannonball.

Even though Skylark had the advantage, she raised her eyes in shock.

Because the Qilin Forbidden Curse’s doppelgänger did not dissipate!

Gu Jianlin still looked at her coldly, his severed body astonishingly starting to reassemble!

Skylark’s certain-kill blow hadn’t killed him!

In a mysterious vision, Skylark seemed to see a young man in black sitting atop a towering bronze pillar, his lips curled in a mocking and malevolent smile, as if mocking the world!

Qilin Venerable!

It was his doing again!

Skylark thundered with anger, sprinting like a blood-colored lightning bolt, driving a blade through the young man’s heart!

With a thunderous crash, Gu Jianlin slammed against the rock wall, Jiuyin piercing through his chest.