1248: Chapter 1248 The Lamp is Dying, Victory is in Sight

"How much longer can he possibly hold on?!" Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue gasped, his voice tinged with a hint of shock.

His Indestructible Earth Body had reached its limit; every punch he threw felt like he was overdrawing his life force.

"I don't know..." Yang Wuji gritted his teeth, his crimson spiritual light now so faint it was almost imperceptible. "But he can't hold on much longer!"

Ice flames flickered in Tian Han's eyes as he said coldly, "Push harder, his God-Demon Flame is about to go out!"

Yu Qianhuan said nothing, but his rain of feather blades grew increasingly dense, each feather imbued with his full killing intent.

The ten of them lunged forward once more—

Just at this moment, another change occurred!

In the Void Realm, several more powerful auras appeared.

Not one, not two, but—dozens!

"A chance!"

"It's the Devil King Luo Xiu!!! He's finished!"

"His bounty is still active! Whoever kills him will receive that massive reward!"

"Not only that, his corpse, his treasures, that kind of flame—which one isn't a priceless treasure?!"

"Kill him, and you'll become famous throughout the Universe!"

From all directions, dozens of figures rushed out from the Void Realm.

Some wore fine robes, others were draped in tattered cloaks, some piloted strange-looking flying craft, and some even rode fierce exotic beasts.

Their auras were uneven—some were at the Early Stage of the Fifth Rank, some at the Middle Stage, a few at the Late Stage, and there were even a few at the Peak of the Fifth Rank—but their eyes were all filled with the same greed and the same madness.

They were Loose Cultivators, bounty hunters, cosmic pirates, wandering powerhouses, and scouts from various small and medium-sized factions in the Universe.

They had been watching this war from the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

Luo Xiu's wanted notice had been circulating throughout the major Star Domains for a long time, and that bounty was enough to drive anyone mad—not to mention that Luo Xiu himself was a walking treasure vault.

His armor of gods and demons, his God-Demon Flame, his Sequencer Origin, his Physical Body—which one of them wasn't worth a fortune?

Previously, they didn't dare to make a move because Luo Xiu was too strong, strong enough to make them despair.

But now—Luo Xiu was severely injured, besieged by ten Peak powerhouses, his God-Demon Flame was no longer as intense, his armor of gods and demons was shattered, and his aura had weakened to the extreme.

This was the best opportunity.

"Kill!"

It was unknown who shouted the word first, but dozens of figures shot out simultaneously, lunging toward Luo Xiu!

"Luo Xiu, die!"

"The bounty is mine!"

"Don't anyone fight me for it!"

Dozens of attacks bombarded Luo Xiu from all directions!

There were blade radiances, sword lights, palm imprints, fist winds, spells, and Divine Abilities—the colorful spiritual light intertwined, illuminating the entire Void Realm like festival fireworks.

Tian Han frowned, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

These people were here to steal the credit.

Yu Qianhuan sneered and said nothing, but his rain of feather blades became even denser—he wanted to personally kill Luo Xiu before these people could.

Lu Hongyuan's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to calm.

He didn't care who killed Luo Xiu—as long as Luo Xiu died, everything would be worth it.

Standing in the Void Realm, Luo Xiu looked at the dozens of figures rapidly approaching and curled his lips into a bitter smile.

"It really is... everyone wants a piece of the pie."

His voice was raspy and tinged with a hint of exhaustion, but it was filled more with a sense of mockery—mockery of himself, mockery of fate.

Dozens of attacks struck his body simultaneously!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, spiritual light and Devilish Qi intertwined and collided, submerging Luo Xiu's figure within them.

The dark golden God-Demon Flame flickered amidst the explosions, as if it would extinguish at any moment.

But Luo Xiu did not fall.

He rushed out of the explosion and sent a Middle Stage Fifth Rank bounty hunter flying with a single punch; the man's chest collapsed, blood sprayed from his mouth, and he was sent flying back for who knows how many ten thousand li.

He kicked apart a sword light, backhanded a palm to shatter a blade radiance, and the God-Demon Flame transformed into a dark golden fire Dragon, roaring as it lunged into the crowd, burning several people to ashes.

But several more wounds appeared on his body.

A sword light grazed his back, a palm imprint slammed into his shoulder, and a spell struck his leg.

His movements grew slower and slower, his God-Demon Flame weaker and weaker, and his aura more and more feeble.

Yet, he continued to fight.

One punch, then another.

One palm, then another.

One kick, then another.

Everyone who approached him was repelled; everyone who tried to sneak-attack him was countered and killed.

Floating around him were several corpses—some were bounty hunters, some were Loose Cultivators, and some were wandering powerhouses.

Their blood stained the Void Realm red, mixing with Luo Xiu's own blood, impossible to tell apart.

But there were too many people.

One fell, and two more lunged up; two fell, and four more lunged up.

Those bounty hunters and Loose Cultivators were like sharks that had smelled blood, crazily lunging toward Luo Xiu, disregarding life and death, sparing no cost.

In their eyes, there was only the bounty, only the treasures, only the chance to become famous throughout the Universe—as for how strong Luo Xiu was, or whether they might die, they no longer cared.

The wounds on Luo Xiu's body were already uncountable.

His armor of gods and demons was more than half shattered, revealing his bloodied and mangled body beneath.

His left arm was severed again—this time not by feathers, but hacked off by a Late Stage Fifth Rank bounty hunter using a large blade.

His right leg was struck by a spell, and everything below the knee was blown away.

A blood hole was pierced through his chest, with dark golden blood gushing out.

But he still did not fall.

He swung his fist with his remaining right arm, blocked with a prosthetic limb condensed from God-Demon Flame, bit with his teeth, and rammed with his head—he was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, using every means possible to resist to the death.

"What... what kind of monster is he?!" A bounty hunter exclaimed, his eyes full of shock.

He had never seen such a tenacious opponent—grievously injured, missing arms and legs, besieged by dozens of people, yet still refusing to fall.

"His will... it's too terrifying." Another Loose Cultivator muttered, the weapon in his hand trembling slightly.

Tian Han watched Luo Xiu, ice flames flickering in his eyes.

A complex emotion surged in his heart—there was hatred, there was respect, and there was also a trace of... fear.

He hated Luo Xiu for the humiliation he had inflicted upon him back then; he respected Luo Xiu for his tenacity and unyielding spirit at this moment; he feared Luo Xiu—he feared this man who, even in such a desperate situation, still refused to fall.

Yu Qianhuan said nothing, but his rain of feather blades had stopped.

He stood in the Void Realm, his pure white eyes watching that swaying yet still upright figure; the smile at the corners of his mouth had long since vanished, replaced by an indescribable gravity.

Lu Hongyuan took a deep breath and slowly raised his long blade.

He knew it was time for it to end.

Luo Xiu could no longer hold on.

His God-Demon Flame had extinguished, his armor of gods and demons was shattered, his right arm was too weak to throw another punch, and his body was riddled with holes.

He stood in the Void Realm, swaying, like a tower about to collapse, yet he still refused to fall.

"Luo Xiu." Lu Hongyuan's voice was low and calm, "You have nowhere left to retreat. Surrender, and I can grant you a quick death."