Chapter 680 - 680: The End (1)

Chapter 680 - 680: The End (1)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Is this the backup plan of the three sects?” Bai Wuya scrutinized the Confucian Sect’s master, a frown creasing his forehead. “Why wasn’t this strategy used sooner?” He cast his gaze towards a distant altar. There lay a phenomenon, perceptible only to individuals of their stature, a spectacle even more majestic than the display put forth by the sect master of the Confucian Sect.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Within moments, Bai Wuya deduced the entire scenario. “Rootless endeavors are destined to crumble,” he said with a cold chuckle. In his eyes, his possession of ancestral blood set him apart from the Confucian Sect’s master, who had escalated his cultivation levels forcibly. “Time is on my side.”

The old scholar retorted with equal frostiness, “As long as we’re all dead, there will be no longer any time on whose side.”

Bai Wuya’s laughter escalated, a mockery tinged with sadistic pleasure. “Is that so? How tragic that you didn’t play this ace earlier, potentially steering the tide in your favor, even possibly dominating the Great You. Now, your chances are gone. Despite everything, it seems you fear death too much to let go of your power and status.”

The old scholar remained silent, his face momentarily marred by a fleeting expression of sadness. Without further hesitation, he launched a fearless assault, forsaking the awaited arrival of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master from the West Cauldron State. A decisive clash with Bai Wuya became inevitable since the latter had discerned the altar’s true nature. The battle needed a swift conclusion.

A symphony of fluttering pages echoed across the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a pervasive bloody scent that blanketed the sky. The conflicting energies birthed a phenomenal occurrence that rippled across hundreds of miles, altering the world’s hue.

The terrain bore witness to a cleansing ordeal, with mountains leveled and debris reduced to dust. A furious whirlwind dominated the space between the heavens and the earth, catching many people in its wrath, either sweeping them off the ground or claiming their lives through its residual impacts.

The combatants, although having advanced only half a step, demonstrated prowess that exceeded the realm of top-tier kings, with a mere gesture capable of inducing shocking upheavals affecting countless lives.

Meanwhile, the kings of the six royal clans mobilized, advancing menacingly toward the three states. A horde of elite warriors initiated brutal combats, their numbers resembling a swarm of locusts invading borders, engaging in relentless bloodshed. Amongst them were sect leaders, yet no one could halt their savage onslaught.

Anxiety engulfed the old scholar, leaving him in a state of desperate helplessness.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Bai Wuya struggled to stabilize his fluctuating energy. He released a counterattack, as fierce tiger roars echoed, confronting the oppressive force of the amassed spirits, resulting in a celestial clash that reverberated across the heavens.

Stunned and momentarily weakened, Bai Wuya found himself at a disadvantage, a fact not missed by the old scholar who seized this golden opportunity to join the attack against him.

Despite being unsure of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master’s sudden allegiance, the scholar recognized this moment as possibly the last chance to save their sects and humanity.

Facing a two-front battle, Bai Wuya transformed into a formidable entity, resembling a warrior deity descending onto the world, wielding his power with reckless abandon. His aura, fierce and unyielding, shattered the heavenly energies surrounding them, showcasing the sheer might of his savage beastly form.

Having attained the atavism realm, Bai Wuya exhibited the strength synonymous with eight legendary beasts.

Yet, despite his superior stance, fending off a united assault proved difficult. Injuries began to manifest, with blood oozing from his wounds, which magnified mid-air into a bloody rain that nourished the barren ground, triggering the regeneration of the devastated vegetation.

This regeneration, however, came at the cost of Bai Wuya’s vitality, as he continued to hemorrhage profusely.

Although the royal clans’ six kings were eager to intervene, the overpowering energies emanating from the trio rendered them helpless, unable to approach within a ten-mile radius. Even their top warriors couldn’t breach this invisible barrier.

Meanwhile, leaders from the remaining royal clans and sects watched with escalating dread, realizing that despite their ground forces’ superiority, a loss in the celestial battle would spell doom for them all.

The sight of Bai Wuya’s defeated expression fueled their mounting apprehension, aware that their fate hung precariously in the balance of this battle in the sky..