1122: Marshal! This treasure is destined for you!

In the insane collision of ultimate power and ultimate speed, the earth rippled like water.

The continuously spreading shockwaves alone formed a Category 10 hurricane that swept across almost the entire Central Region.

It was only because the Central Region was deserted now; otherwise, it would have caused tens of millions of casualties.

In contrast to this terrifying destruction, with each collision, the bodies of Wang Chen and Dominara were torn and destroyed by the powerful force.

Blood splattered across the sky, dripping onto the earth and forming deep craters.

In this fierce battle of trading injuries, Wang Chen's strength, elevated by the Ten Directions All Extinguished secret technique, made his physical toughness noticeably weaker than Dominara's six-armed battle body.

The injuries he sustained were more severe than Dominara's.

However, it could be seen...

A bright yellow light circulated on Wang Chen's body, and with each rotation, the gruesome injuries on his body healed by several points, while Dominara's wounds, under Wang Chen's entanglement, not only failed to recover but gradually increased.

In terms of recovery ability, Wang Chen left Dominara far behind!

Gradually, Dominara noticed this situation, which made her expression incredibly grim.

If this continued, with her injuries constantly worsening, she feared she would be dragged to death by Wang Chen bit by bit.

After another collision, Dominara chose to temporarily avoid the incoming Wang Chen, turning and flying high into the sky.

"High Priest Tiemoluo!"

"Unseal the Blade of Pain!"

At the same time, her Divine Thought moved, and a will was transmitted hundreds of miles away.

Upon realizing that her recovery ability was inferior to Wang Chen's, Dominara unhesitatingly chose to seek outside help!

"This..."

Hearing the voice, High Priest Tiemoluo's eyes widened in shock.

He never expected Dominara to be pushed to such an extent.

But at the same time, he hesitated.

The Blade of Pain was one of the six weapons carried by the true Mother Goddess of the Undead when she descended upon the Netherworld.

The true Mother Goddess of the Undead, unlike the monster Dominara who was resurrected from a remnant body, had strength approaching the Late Stage of a Controller. The power of the weapons she controlled could rival an Early Stage Controller.

When the true Mother Goddess of the Undead fell, five of the six weapons were shattered, and only the Blade of Pain survived, though it also fell into slumber due to severe damage.

After nearly a thousand years, the Blade of Pain gradually recovered its spirituality, but no Dead Spirit could subdue and use it.

After High Priest Tiemoluo used the Mother Goddess's remnant body to create the current Dominara, he not only placed a Restriction on her but also Sealed the "Blade of Pain" to prevent Dominara from becoming too powerful and rendering the Restriction ineffective.

Now, High Priest Tiemoluo didn't know if Dominara was truly pushed to her limit or if she wanted to seize the opportunity to trick him into giving her the "Blade of Pain."

However, in the next second, High Priest Tiemoluo had no time to hesitate.

"High Priest Tiemoluo, if you don't give me the Blade of Pain, even if it means suffering the backlash of the Restriction, I will retreat immediately."

"The survival of the Dead Spirit Race now rests on your single thought!"

"Damn it!"

"I hope you keep your promise!"

High Priest Tiemoluo gritted his teeth and crushed a very inconspicuous jade pendant among the several on his waist.

Boom!

In just a few breaths, a terrifying aura suddenly rose from the Dead Spirit Holy City, and a massive black shadow, emitting an evil and eerie aura, shattered the sky.

This black shadow, like an apocalyptic black serpent, flew at extreme speed towards Dominara on the battlefield.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Wang Chen, are you ready to face death?"

Feeling the close connection between the distant aura and herself, Dominara's black hair flew wildly as she burst into maniacal laughter.

"Soon you will experience what despair is!"

She said with a sinister grin while resisting Wang Chen's attacks.

"Heh heh!"

Wang Chen remained unmoved, his fists raining down like a storm, each punch heavier than the last.

And on the other side...

"Not good!"

"The Dead Spirit Race still has a trump card. The Marshal has already gained the upper hand; we cannot let this trump card merge with the Mother Goddess of the Undead..."

Zhang Zhilong's expression changed drastically as he looked at the terrifying black shadow rapidly approaching from afar, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Activate the army formation with full power, and follow me to stop him!"

Zhang Zhilong roared, his figure transforming into a rainbow light and shooting directly towards the black shadow rushing towards the battlefield.

Behind him, the sixty Legion Commanders who had activated the army formation no longer conserved their strength, transforming into hundred-meter-tall energy giants, following Zhang Zhilong and forming a fragmented five-pointed star formation.

Boom!

In the next second, all the energy giants disintegrated, turning into six hundred thousand specks of light that caught up to Zhang Zhilong, forming a semi-solid, semi-illusory light armor on his body.

Boom boom boom!!

After the light armor appeared, the aura on Zhang Zhilong's body surged wildly, unbelievably crossing the limit and stepping into the Tenth Stage.

At the same time, a fierce and murderous Qi condensed around his body, forming a thirty-foot-tall army formation battle body outside him.

"Stay, for this old man!!"

Zhang Zhilong let out a long roar, incredibly intercepting the massive black shadow, activating the army formation battle body, and throwing a punch powerful enough to sink the earth.

Boom!

In the next second, the two sides collided, exploding with a thunderous roar.

The powerful recoil force sent Zhang Zhilong flying back several hundred meters, and subtle cracks appeared on the surface of his army formation battle body.

On the opposite side, the massive black shadow also flew backward, the black mist covering it torn apart, revealing a two-meter-long, sharp long blade covered in mottled brown marks.

"Buzz buzz buzz!!"

The blade vibrated, easily tearing open cracks in the surrounding space.

Its sharpness could probably easily tear open the sturdy bodies of Tenth Stage powerhouses.

"A blade?"

Seeing this, an unexpected glint flashed in Zhang Zhilong's eyes, but then his gaze became fervent.

This blade, controlled by its own spirituality, possessed power comparable to an initial Tenth Stage. If held by someone, what terrifying power would it unleash?

"Hahahahaha!"

"Marshal, this old man thinks this blade is fated with you!"

Zhang Zhilong laughed loudly, then unfolded his movement technique and entangled himself with the Blade of Pain.

Without a master's control, the Blade of Pain, relying solely on its own spirituality, could not break through Zhang Zhilong's Seal in a short time.

At this moment, Dominara, who had been laughing wildly, found her laughter instantly frozen, like a duck whose neck had been seized.

She never expected that another Tenth Stage combatant would suddenly appear from Wang Chen's side.

"High Priest Tiemoluo, why are you standing there stunned?"

"Hurry and rescue the Blade of Pain!"

Dominara shouted furiously.

However, just as High Priest Tiemoluo and the other Dead Spirit powerhouses were about to move, the powerhouses from the Netherworld Human Clan stepped forward to meet them.

Seeing this, Dominara couldn't help but stir her power, wanting to go herself.

"Hahahaha!"

"Dominara, it seems you are destined to die here today!"

But Wang Chen directly grinned and entangled her, launching an even more frenzied attack.