Even Xiong Jun and the others were severely injured.
Xiong Jun's once thick fur was soaked in blood, the soft and glossy fur now clinging tightly to his body, stuck together in strands of blood.
His body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds.
Each wound seemed to tell of the ferocity of the battle, blood constantly gushing from the wounds, dripping onto the ground, staining a patch of earth red.
He was panting heavily, each breath so heavy, as if using all his strength, but his eyes remained firm and fierce, revealing an indomitable will, as if telling the enemy that he would never fall easily.
The Demon King's clothes were tattered, his once magnificent garments now reduced to mere shreds hanging from his body, fluttering in the wind.
Blood gushed from many wounds on his body, flowing down his body like red streams, gathering into a pool at his feet.
His face was ashen, devoid of any color, and his once rosy lips were now dry and cracked.
Bi Ji's delicate body swayed precariously, as if a gentle breeze could topple her.
Her beautiful face had lost its former luster, becoming pale and haggard.
Her once bright eyes were now dull and lifeless, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and leaving shocking stains on her clothes.
Yet, they still gritted their teeth and persevered, protecting the soul beasts behind them.
They had both reached their true limits! Every breath, every movement was accompanied by immense pain, but their figures were as firm as mountains, never wavering.
When the Angel God saw that a single sword strike had failed to kill the main force of the soul beasts, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and a moment of astonishment appeared on his handsome features.
Then came a somewhat helpless sigh, a hint of regret in his expression.
"Hmph, consider yourself lucky,"
He muttered to himself. His voice seemed to come from the distant heavens, carrying boundless majesty and indifference.
However, he only had the power of three swords; he couldn't act now, and he couldn't descend to the mortal realm again.
The rest was up to Qian Daoliu and the others!
With the Child of Darkness eliminated, all that remained was the remnant, the Silver Dragon King!
Her aura had already been exposed last time, right there on the Douluo Continent; they would have the Spirit Hall handle this trouble later!
The Soul Beast race must not be allowed to rise again!
Thinking this, his eyes narrowed, and his powerful divine sense receded like a tide.
Qian Daoliu, whom he possessed, also awoke at this moment; however, his condition was extremely poor.
His eyes were glazed, his consciousness not fully awake, as if he had just escaped a chaotic dream only to fall into another real nightmare.
His body trembled involuntarily, not from fear, but from extreme weakness.
He tried to stand, but found his legs as heavy as lead, utterly powerless.
Qian Daoliu gasped for breath, each breath like pulling on a broken bellows, producing a rough, hoarse sound.
He felt every muscle in his body aching, the pain like countless tiny insects gnawing at his flesh, unbearable.
Every bone felt like it was about to fall apart, as if what supported his body was no longer solid bones, but a pile of broken rubble.
His face was ashen, devoid of any color, as if the vitality of life was being rapidly drained from his body.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and instantly merging with the dust.
He gazed at the chaotic battlefield around him, his heart filled with shock and confusion.
The blood everywhere, the shattered weapons, the corpses strewn haphazardly—all of this utterly horrified him.
What had just happened felt like a nightmare, yet his extreme weakness told him clearly that it was not an illusion.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu had no strength left to fight; even standing was extremely difficult.
His body leaned slightly forward, his hands hanging limply at his sides, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.
"Huff...was it really the Angel God possessing me just now? A god...personally..."
Qian Daoliu was incredibly excited.
The Angel God was the faith of the Qian family for generations; at this moment, he felt that even dying would be worthwhile.
That excited light flickered in his weary eyes, like a candle in the darkness.
Moreover, Qian Daoliu recalled that Qian Renshang seemed to have been killed.
A twisted smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and he still felt very happy inside.
"As long as Qian Renshang is dead, then everything is worth it."
He thought to himself, and that joy made him temporarily forget his extreme physical weakness, giving him a moment of invigoration.
Meanwhile, the beast tide began to recede slowly, like a receding tide.
The once surging, menacing horde seemed to have lost its leader and its will to fight.
They turned and fled back the way they came.
The once orderly ranks became chaotic, every soul beast running desperately, just to escape this battlefield filled with the aura of death.
Various kinds of soul beasts were involved; some bore deep wounds, their flesh torn open and bleeding profusely; others limped, each step seemingly difficult, yet all ran with reckless abandon.
The ground trembled slightly under their trampling, raising clouds of dust.
The dust blotted out the sun, as if providing cover for their escape.
Although Xiong Jun and the others were severely wounded, they still tried to maintain order, preventing the soul beasts from falling into further chaos.
They shouted loudly, their voices filled with exhaustion and pain, yet still resolute and powerful.
Their eyes were filled with grief and resentment, but they knew that continuing to fight was futile.
The situation was dire; blind revenge would only lead to certain death!
They also feared the return of the Angel God!
The entire battlefield gradually quieted down, leaving only blood and remains scattered across the ground, bearing witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place.
The blood stained the earth, forming pools of crimson; remains were scattered everywhere—broken weapons, and the limbs of soul beasts and humans—a horrifying sight.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others quickly stepped forward, their expressions ferocious as they asked,
"Boss, should we go after them?
This is a golden opportunity to wipe out the beast tide."
Their eyes burned with the fury of revenge, their voices urgent and angry.
"Those beasts killed Qianjun, Jiangmo, Qingluan… Guangling, damn it!!!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo was now truly consumed by revenge, filled with rage.
His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Qian Daoliu understood Golden Crocodile Douluo's feelings, but hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the exhausted and wounded figures of the others, then turning to the receding beast tide in the distance.
Finally, he waved his hand and said,
"Forget it. Even if the beast tide is severely damaged, our current strength is still no match for it."
His voice was weak, yet carried an undeniable resolve.
His voice echoed across the empty battlefield, sounding particularly heavy.
Hearing this, the crowd, though unwilling, understood that Qian Daoliu's words were true.
They lowered their heads, silent, the anger in their eyes gradually fading, replaced by helplessness and exhaustion.
(End of Chapter)
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