921: Chapter Zhang is poised to strike; the decisive battle is about to begin.

At the edge of the battlefield, long before Luo Xiu, Ding Lingxuan, and Blood Consort began their melee, Li Wuji, Dragon Xuanyuan, and the Lord of Chaos had not intervened; they were all putting their full effort into recovering from their injuries!

Li Wuji's body was now covered in numerous scars and was in a tattered, broken state.

His only remaining left hand, fingers white at the joints from the force, still tightly gripped that dim, lusterless Skeleton finger bone.

The markings on the surface of that Skeleton finger bone, illuminated by the fires of war, vaguely shimmered with a mysterious and ancient light, as if hiding endless secrets and power.

The God-Demon Flame, like a raging sea of fire, carrying heat and destructive power, intertwined and collided with various strange energies, constantly battering that severed bone.

Every impact stirred up a brilliant and dangerous ripple of energy.

These energies, like greedy gluttons, attempted to refine and absorb the power remaining within that bone bit by bit, for Li Wuji to use.

At the same time, the horrific wounds on his right shoulder and chest, eroded by absolute darkness, were like deep black holes, constantly emitting a bone-chilling aura.

At the edges of the wounds, the wriggling darkness seemed alive, but under the influence of a powerful force, it was being forcibly suppressed and broken down.

One could clearly see that the skin, originally charred black by the erosion of darkness, was gradually revealing the tender, newly formed tissue underneath as the darkness dissipated.

Visible to the naked eye, his bones were growing at a speed that the eye could barely follow, as if an invisible pair of hands was meticulously weaving this miracle of life.

Muscles, like tightly arranged threads, quickly wrapped around the bones.

Blood vessels, like winding rivers, began to transport blood full of vitality.

Nerves, like slender threads, methodically connected various parts.

Furthermore, Luyin's healing Gu Emperor flickered with a soft and mysterious light, dancing near his wounds like a nimble little sprite.

It flapped its wings, thin as a cicada's, scattering tiny, crystalline healing lights that acted like miniature magical sprites, accelerating the process of Li Wuji's body recovery.

The aura that had plummeted sharply due to his injuries was now rising rapidly, as if it had taken a rocket.

That aura was no longer as chaotic and weak as before; instead, it was like a deep ocean, settling into greater depths, becoming increasingly steady and powerful.

Looking at the severed arm, the outline of a new arm was already clearly visible, emitting energy fluctuations that were more restrained and terrifying than before, like a dormant Vicious Beast, ready to erupt with astonishing power at any moment.

On the other side, Dragon Xuanyuan knelt on one knee, his body swaying and on the verge of collapse.

The xuanyuan sword in his hand was deeply embedded into the ground, its blade trembling slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if it were sharing the pain of its master.

The final specks of life light scattered when the Jade Ancestral Spirit Vine fell were like twinkling stars in the night sky, carrying a warm and holy glow, merging into his body like sweet dew.

The power brought by these specks of life light not only temporarily suppressed the agonizing pain caused by the corruption of chaos, which felt like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, but also brought a warm and resilient vitality.

This vitality, like tough threads, cautiously protected his nearly collapsing heart meridians, preventing him from falling into an irredeemable abyss.

"Senior---"

In Dragon Xuanyuan's blood-stained golden pupils, flames of unyielding defiance burned. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, focusing all his Divine Soul to soothe the star core within his body that had been eroded by the Sea King's tentacles and was showing signs of unrest.

Deep in his consciousness, majestic spiritual power surged like a raging tide, never-ending.

The will to protect was like a towering mountain, steadfast and unmoving.

The will of the Ancestral Dragon, which still lingered in the star core, echoed like an ancient song in the long river of time.

Under the catalysis of the Jade Ancestral Spirit Vine's life Origin, these forces produced a wondrous resonance, as if powers from different times and spaces had found a point of convergence at this moment.

"With my blood, I forge my Soul! With the star as the core, I guard the Divine Land!"

Dragon Xuanyuan's low and majestic vow, like a great bell, resounded throughout the entire domain of will.

Every word seemed to contain endless power, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

He suddenly pulled up the xuanyuan sword; in that instant, it felt as if an invisible force had tightly connected him to the xuanyuan sword.

"Boom---"

With a loud bang, a golden torrent, far more vast, more condensed, and closer to the world's Origin than before, erupted from within his body.

This golden torrent was like floodwater released from a dam, unstoppable; wherever it passed, all darkness and evil were instantly dispersed.

The projection of the shattered mountains and rivers, under the impact of this power, instantly gathered together again, becoming more solid and vast.

The phantom of the Divine Dragon soared and chanted within it, emitting bursts of Dragon roars, as if narrating an ancient legend.

The towering mountains and great rivers seemed to possess the true rhythm of life; mountains rose and fell, rivers surged, as if a vivid, lively picture scroll were unfolding before one's eyes.

Half-Step Fourth Order!

Dragon Xuanyuan had not only used his tenacious will and powerful strength to forcibly stabilize his injuries, but his strength had also, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, climbed back to its Peak, becoming even more stable than before.

The powerful pressure belonging to the Half-Step Fourth Order descended once again like an invisible giant net, making the surrounding enemies tremble in fear.

The golden light of the domain of will, like warm sunshine, illuminated the shattered sky.

Not only did it disperse the vast haze, bringing a precious glimmer of dawn to the battlefield that had fallen into an abyss of despair, but it also reignited the flames of hope in the hearts of all Human Race and Yao Race powerhouses.

Meanwhile, at the core of the Zerg camp, the Lord of Chaos, protected by the Four Great Insect Emperors with their lives, had a twisted core of will that roared silently, like a volcano about to erupt.

Although this roar was invisible, it seemed to pierce through one's Soul, allowing one to feel the anger and unwillingness contained within it.

"Origin---return!"

As this low and slightly hoarse voice rang out, an invisible suction force erupted, devouring everything around it like a black hole.

The three top-tier Zerg Protectors and several elite Zerg Protectors near the Lord of Chaos instantly lost their lives.

Their bodies, like empty shells from which all Soul had been drained, gradually dissipated, turning into streams of light that surged madly toward the main body of the Lord of Chaos, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The aura of the Lord of Chaos, which had originally been heavily damaged by the Skeleton Monarch and a group of Monarchs and appeared withered and chaotic, rapidly expanded and solidified like an inflating balloon.

The chaotic runes covering it shone brightly, flickering with an eerie light, flowing across its body surface as if they were alive.

Its twisted form became more condensed, emitting a terrifying, ancient, chaotic, and all-devouring pressure that made the surrounding air feel as if it had solidified.