The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 891 - 412: Desperate Situation (Part 4)

Xu Xuanhu bore the brunt of the attack, enduring most of the assault. The three layers of black aura surrounding him thinned rapidly under the erosion of Chaotic True Fire and blood-colored evil qi. Scorched wounds began appearing on the surface of his body, with fresh blood continuously seeping out.

Yet he gritted his teeth, steadfastly supporting himself, not retreating a single step. His eyes were filled with determination and defiance. He knew that he was the last hope for these people, and he absolutely couldn't fall.

"The bloodline of the Immortal is indeed extraordinary! To withstand such a degree of refining for so long!" The Supreme Dao Sect Master looked at Xu Xuanhu inside the Furnace of Eight Trigrams, a flash of admiration in his eyes, but more so a cold killing intent.

He was well aware that if Xu Xuanhu were allowed to continue growing, he would surely become a significant threat in the future. Thus, no matter what, he had to completely eliminate Xu Qing and his son today.

As time passed, the number of Jiuli Barbarian Clan members and Immortal Sect Disciples inside the Furnace of Eight Trigrams dwindled, their flesh essence absorbed by the furnace, transforming into even more potent refining power and All Heaven Evil Qi.

The Jiuli Barbarian King was also fighting desperately but had reached a point of exhaustion in the face of the terrifying might of the Twelve All Heaven God Slaughter Array. His massive body was covered in wounds, blood staining the surrounding void, yet he persisted still, wielding his giant axe fiercely, striving to secure a last glimmer of hope for his people.

However, the Supreme Dao Sect Master clearly wouldn't give him any chance. With spells continuously cast, the twelve ancestor witch phantoms let out a roar, and attacks containing destructive power poured down like a storm on the Jiuli Barbarian King.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The Jiuli Barbarian King's gigantic body was relentlessly struck, producing dull thuds, the cracks on his body growing larger, blood pouring like waterfalls. Finally, he let out a roar of unwillingness, his giant axe falling helplessly, his enormous body collapsing in the void, utterly losing its vitality.

With the fall of the Jiuli Barbarian King, the entire Jiuli World lost all power of resistance, completely consumed and refined by the Furnace of Eight Trigrams. Rolling witch blood and the essence qi of countless beings continuously surged into the furnace, thickening the All Heaven Evil Qi above the furnace, making the twelve ancestor witch phantoms more solid and their aura even more terrifying.

Inside the Furnace of Eight Trigrams, Xu Xuanhu and the others had fallen into dire straits. Ancestor Mu Sang and the Great Witch of Five Phoenixes were also severely injured, striving to protect Xu Xuanhu, but amidst the increasingly powerful Chaotic True Fire and blood-colored evil qi, they were powerless.

The three layers of black aura around Xu Xuanhu shattered completely, his body overrun by Chaotic True Fire and blood-colored evil qi, riddled with wounds, and dripping with blood. Yet he stood tall, his gaze firmly fixed on his father battling the twelve ancestor witch phantoms outside.

"Father, I'm afraid I must go ahead..." Xu Xuanhu said silently in his heart, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness, a gentle yet powerful force suddenly descended upon him, like spring rain nourishing a dry land, instantly dispersing the surrounding Chaotic True Fire and blood-colored evil qi.

Xu Qing appeared within the Furnace of Eight Trigrams, looking complexly at his scarred son, his eyes filled with tenderness and anger.

"Xuanhu, you've done well. I'm proud of you," Xu Qing said softly, his voice calm yet imbued with a reassuring power.

He reached out, gently touching Xu Xuanhu's pale face, as a light containing the power of life and death flowed into Xu Xuanhu's body, swiftly healing his injuries.

"Father..." Xu Xuanhu called out weakly, his eyes brimming with joy and excitement.

Xu Qing nodded, then turned, his gaze icy as he looked at the Supreme Dao Sect Master seated atop the Furnace of Eight Trigrams.

"Supreme Sect Master, your actions today have completely enraged me," Xu Qing's voice was like a chilling wind from the Nine Netherworld Hell, filled with a grim killing intent.

"What if I have? Xu Qing, today is not only the end of the Jiuli Barbarian Clan but also the burial ground for you and your son!" the Supreme Dao Sect Master sneered, pressing his hands down sharply.

Above the furnace, the twelve immense ancestor witch phantoms roared in unison, their gigantic bodies like twelve falling stars, carrying earth-shattering destructive power, crashing toward Xu Qing and his son within the Furnace of Eight Trigrams.

And during this process, the twelve huge ancestor witch phantoms gradually blurred, converging into an indescribable terrifying aura, even surpassing the immortal majesty, emerging from the void.