172: Chapter 172 Bloodstained Sky

On another part of the battlefield in the sky.

Bone-chilling cold and icy killing intent intertwined.

Shui Binger gradually began to show signs of decline during the repeated clashes.

At first, she was able to rely on her extreme control over ice elements to continuously maneuver against Tang San, but this stalemate could not last for long.

When the dark red Asura Hell unfolded, Shui Binger's movements slowed by a fraction.

It was in this fleeting moment that the blood-colored sword shadow slashed right in front of her.

With a crisp sound, the ice god staff flew out of her hand and plummeted to the ground.

However, the sword's momentum did not stop, slashing straight down.

Shui Binger hurriedly condensed an ice shield, layering it in front of her.

However, the next instant, the ice shield shattered completely.

The sword edge landed on Shui Binger's divine armor, and with a crack, the ice-blue armor shattered in response.

Shui Binger let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from her lips, as her figure fell toward Spirit City below.

On the city wall below, many figures were gathered at this moment.

Feng Xiaotian and his group, several Elders led by Qian Daoliu, and a few Elders who remained in Spirit Hall.

The Empire was too vast now, and the other Elders had been sent to guard various regions.

As for the city-defending soldiers, because their strength was too low, Qian Daoliu had long since ordered them to retreat to the rear.

Those remaining here now were all powerhouses at the Titled Douluo level.

They all clenched their fists, looking up at the sky, their brows filled with anxiety.

Facing a battle between powerhouses of the Divine-Grade, even though they possessed great strength, they could only stand by and watch.

That level of power had long since exceeded the scope of what they could intervene in.

Just then, everyone saw Shui Binger falling downwards.

Shui Yueer hurriedly leaped into the air, caught Shui Binger, and landed steadily on the city wall.

Shui Yueer was already a Titled Douluo, so flying through the air was naturally not difficult.

"Sister, are you okay?" Shui Yueer supported Shui Binger, her face full of worry.

"I'm fine." Shui Binger's voice was very weak, and her face was pale.

To withstand Tang San's powerful attack, she had consumed more than half of her Divine Power, and her aura was exceptionally chaotic at this moment.

If she hadn't condensed an ice crystal shield at the critical moment and used her divine armor to offset most of the damage from that last strike, she would likely have perished on the spot.

Shui Binger slowly straightened up, raised her hand, and with a gesture, the ice god staff transformed into an ice-blue stream of light and flew back into her hand.

She suppressed the metallic taste of blood in her throat and scanned the crowd: "Grandpa Qian, Yueer, and all the Elders, please retreat first. Leave this to me."

"I'm not leaving!" Shui Yueer shook her head. "Sister, we leave together or we stay together."

Qian Daoliu also shook his head: "Little Binger, us old bones are still standing here; how could we let you, a young girl, carry this alone? If something happens to you, how would I face Xiao Xuan in the future?"

When he first learned that besides his own granddaughter, Ji Xuan also had a confidante like Shui Binger, he was indeed unhappy.

His granddaughter was a proud daughter of heaven; how could she share a husband with someone else?

But later, seeing that Qian Renxue had accepted it calmly and even got along well with Shui Binger, he couldn't say much more.

After spending so much time together, he had long regarded Shui Binger as another granddaughter of his own.

Moreover, Qian Renxue was currently pregnant and still fighting on the battlefield; how could he, as a grandfather, retreat even half a step?

Gold Crocodile Douluo echoed: "Big Brother is right. Having lived for so long, what storms have I not seen?

But I have never fought against a powerhouse of the Divine-Grade. If I can experience it today, even if I die in battle, it will be worth it!"

The others nodded one after another, their faces wearing expressions of readiness to face death.

They were the pillars of the Spirit Empire, and with the nation in crisis, there was naturally no reason to retreat.

Looking at the determined expressions of the crowd, Shui Binger opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed the persuasion that had reached her lips.

Just then, Tang San's figure swooped down from high above.

He had originally wanted to help Bibi Dong, but was refused, so he set his target here.

Tang San hovered in the air, his gaze sweeping over the people on the city wall.

When he saw so many Titled Douluo, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by indifference.

After becoming a god, Titled Douluo were no different from ants in his eyes.

Even if there were many of them, what waves could they possibly make?

Outside the city, Dai Mubai, Liu Erlong, and the others saw Tang San rushing into the city, so they immediately released their Spirits and followed closely behind.

The strength of the Shrek group was indeed much inferior compared to those on the city wall.

But with Tang San, a Divine-Grade powerhouse, clearing the way ahead, they had no great fear in their hearts, only thoughts of revenge.

Among them, Oscar didn't actually have any deep hatred for Ji Xuan, but having been in the academy for many years, his friendship with the others was deep, and on top of that, he had no good feelings toward Spirit Hall.

As for Flender, his simp nature naturally flared up; if Liu Erlong wanted revenge, he would follow.

Zhao Wuji and the other old brothers had always stuck with Flender, so they were naturally among them.

"Prepare for battle!" Qian Daoliu shouted in a low voice, releasing his Seraphim Spirit.

The people on the city wall also revealed their Spirits one after another.

Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice: "Little Yueer, leave those people below to you young people, and leave Tang San to us old fellows."

The next moment, the seven figures moved, turning into seven streams of light, and charged toward Tang San.

Shui Binger gripped the ice god staff in her hand, took a deep breath, and flew to follow.

Feng Xiaotian, Shui Yueer, and the others leaped off the city wall to meet the group below.

The battle erupted once again...

In the air.

Seven figures surrounded Tang San, constantly clashing and striking.

Every collision erupted with powerful ripples of energy.

Not far away, Shui Binger struggled through her injuries, attempting to slow Tang San's movements with extreme cold Qi.

However, the scales of victory began to tilt in the blink of an eye.

Shui Binger was already severely injured, and her strength was now less than 50% of her peak.

On the other side, several Elders burned their Soul Power, erupting with power close to the semi-god level, and Qian Daoliu even briefly stepped into the Divine-Grade level.

But all of this, in front of Tang San, who had become the Asura God, was ultimately just some painless, ineffective attacks.

Tang San's brows gradually furrowed, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Although these attacks could not hurt his foundation, they were endless.

He no longer held back, gave a furious shout, and the red light of the Asura Demon Sword in his hand surged, slashing down with full force toward Gold Crocodile Douluo directly in front.

Gold Crocodile Douluo roared wildly, actually using his Physical Body to forcibly withstand the sword edge, gripping the Demon Sword tightly with both hands.

The next moment, his entire skeleton made cracking sounds, his Martial Soul Avatar trembled violently, and blood continuously poured from the corners of his mouth, yet he still refused to let go.

Seeing this, the others immediately surrounded and attacked from all sides.

Shui Binger also condensed dozens of sharp ice blades, shooting directly at Tang San.

Tang San's eyes were indifferent as he suddenly pressed his wrist downward.

Crack—

Gold Crocodile Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar shattered instantly, and his body was completely swallowed by the sword light, subsequently falling with blood spilling...

Tang San's figure turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt, rushing into the siege of the remaining people.

Sword light flashed repeatedly.

Qingluan, Lion...

One by one, the Elders didn't even have time to scream before they stained the firmament with blood under the Asura Demon Sword, falling toward the ground one after another.