1123: Defeat the Mother of Death!

When Wang Chen discovered the Blade of Pain piercing through the Void Realm from the Dead Spirit Holy City, he knew that Dominara was anxious.

At the same time…

This Mother Goddess of the Undead had already used all her trump cards!

In this situation, being able to draw upon the power of the earth to continuously recover from her injuries gave her an overwhelmingly huge advantage!

However, at this moment, Wang Chen did not intend to slowly wear Dominara down, although doing so would reduce his own injuries, Zhang Zhilong might not be able to hold on for too long.

Although that weapon had no master, the power it unleashed through its own spiritual essence had already reached the tenth-tier.

Zhang Zhilong, relying on the incomplete Composite Battle Formation, was too strained to maintain tenth-tier Battle Intent!

Quick battle, quick decision!

After making up his mind, Wang Chen's entire body erupted with power, and with a reckless fighting style, he tightly entangled the Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara.

He frantically exchanged blows with her, trading injuries.

At this moment, the power unleashed by both sides shattered the heavens and earth, tearing apart the sky and collapsing the ground within a radius of several hundred miles.

"Damn it!"

Fighting to this point, Dominara could clearly feel her power continuously weakening as her injuries increased.

On the other hand, Wang Chen grew stronger with each battle, his fighting spirit becoming even more vigorous.

Even though his clothes were soaked with blood, the blazing Battle Intent in his eyes seemed capable of melting the Void Realm.

"I can't let this continue!"

"I must get the Blade of Pain as soon as possible, otherwise, only death awaits me today."

"I cannot die, I just gained my own vibrant body, how can I fall into endless silence again?!"

Dominara roared in her heart, looking at Wang Chen who charged again, the surging killing intent in her eyes almost materialized.

Boom!

The blood Qi around her erupted wildly; even the fresh blood flowing from her wounds joined the blood Qi burning, making her appear like a Vicious Beast emerging from a sea of blood at this moment.

"Get out of my way!"

With an angry roar, Dominara swung her six arms, frantically smashing them towards the charging Wang Chen.

The next second, both sides seemed about to engage in another exchange of blows, trading injuries.

However…

Just then, as their attacks were about to collide, Wang Chen's eyes, which had been burning with surging Battle Intent, suddenly turned a peach-pink color, with what appeared to be swirling vortexes within them.

After this change appeared, Dominara only felt the scene before her shift; Wang Chen disappeared, and in his place appeared a beautiful figure with six arms, holding different weapons, half-human and half-insect.

The true Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara!

"This…"

Dominara was stunned by this sight, her movements subconsciously pausing for a moment.

Having resurrected from the true Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara's remnant body, seeing this figure, an uncontrollable fear arose in her heart.

But the next second, Dominara reacted.

"An illusion?!!"

"Damn it!!"

She roared, and after a moment of hesitation, the force in her six arms suddenly intensified, smashing explosively towards Wang Chen.

It was as if, at this moment, she wanted to smash both the fear in her heart and Wang Chen to pieces!

But…

In a battle between powerful individuals, a miss by a hair's breadth is a thousand miles off!

How could such a mistake be erased by Dominara breaking through her inner fear and unleashing power beyond her limits!

Boom!

Wang Chen did not dodge or evade, allowing Dominara's six arms to smash into his body, his fists, imbued with immense power, directly struck Dominara's head.

Boom!

Extremely violent roars erupted from both their bodies, as if thunder was roaring across the heavens and earth.

The immense force from Dominara's six arms shattered Wang Chen's bones and tendons, caved in his chest, and caused plumes of blood mist to explode from his body, nearly half of his body was blown apart.

But…

Such terrifying injuries, enough to kill any ninth-tier powerful individual, did not show the slightest pain on Wang Chen's face; instead, his eyes were filled with extreme excitement.

Because at the very moment he was injured, his fists had already struck Dominara's head.

Bang!

Like a bursting watermelon, Dominara's delicate face, along with her head, exploded into a mist of blood.

"Hahahaha!"

"Fighting me to the death? What do you have to fight with!"

At the same time, Wang Chen plummeted to the ground at extreme speed, creating a large crater, but he laughed heartily.

At this moment, everyone who had been watching this battle was dumbfounded.

They never imagined that the Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara, would be killed by Wang Chen just like that.

A powerful tenth-tier existence, just like that, fell before everyone's eyes.

High Priest Tiemoluo's pupils contracted like pinpricks; after Dominara's demise, his heart was like dead ash.

Without this tenth-tier existence, what else could he use to resist Wang Chen? To resist the Human Race of the Netherworld?

The survival of the Dead Spirit Race was probably only a matter of moments!

However, after the shock, High Priest Tiemoluo suddenly reacted, looking at Wang Chen who had fallen from the sky.

"Don't mind these Human Race blocking the way, quickly follow me to kill Wang Chen!"

"He must be severely injured now, this is our only chance to turn the tide!"

High Priest Tiemoluo roared, erupting with power, enduring a blow from Qing Yunzi, and desperately flew towards the spot where Wang Chen had fallen.

However, as soon as he flew a certain distance, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Wang Chen suddenly crawled out of the large crater in the ground, still bearing deep, bone-deep injuries, but these injuries were recovering at a visible speed.

At the same time, a terrifying Aura, like an abyss or a sea, suddenly fell upon High Priest Tiemoluo.

Making him, who was in mid-flight, suddenly stiffen, his entire body's power becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

"What did you just say?"

Looking at High Priest Tiemoluo, Wang Chen asked with a sinister grin.

"I-I-I…"

High Priest Tiemoluo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Wang Chen was no longer bothered to pay attention to him.

Boom!

A burst of power shot out, and this great High Priest, who had led the Dead Spirit Race for hundreds of years, fought Qing Yunzi for hundreds of years, and almost led the Dead Spirit Race to their Peak, exploded into a mist of blood in the air.

And at this moment, Wang Chen merely waved his hand, as calmly as if he were crushing an ant.

Upon seeing this scene, all the powerful Dead Spirit individuals present despaired.

On the Human Race side, however, morale soared!

"Senior Qing Yunzi, you all can withdraw."

At this moment, Wang Chen said to Qing Yunzi and the others, and then transmitted a message to Zhang Zhilong:

"Old Zhang, the remaining Dead Spirits are up to you!"

"I'll deal with this weapon!"

As he transmitted the message, Wang Chen's figure suddenly vanished from his original spot, reappearing the next second in front of Zhang Zhilong, coldly staring at the Blade of Pain opposite him.