822: Chapter 811 54321

The wind aided the thunder's momentum, and the thunder borrowed the wind's power; the two complemented each other, doubling their might.

In the Void Realm, the blue lightning merely flashed slightly.

The next moment, it crashed down onto Holy Son Lu Xuanji's Golden Body.

"Boom—!"

With a deafening roar, Holy Son Lu Xuanji's already overburdened Golden Body could no longer hold on. Under this terrifying strike of combined wind and thunder, it shattered instantly, dissolving into countless fine golden specks that dissipated into the Void Realm.

After the Golden Body shattered, Holy Son Lu Xuanji's figure appeared in the Void Realm, his aura now as faint as a thread.

He looked at Feng Lie with eyes full of unwillingness, his gaze filled with despair.

Just one super Prodigy was already this powerful, yet this time, those who came to attack Yuntai Academy included a full three super Prodigies, plus a Saint-level Prodigy.

How could this be stopped?!

Was the fate of Yuntai Academy truly unchangeable?

The next moment, arcs of lightning flickered around Holy Son Lu Xuanji, blue electrical arcs dancing on the surface of his body and emitting a sizzling sound.

Those electrical arcs were the residual power of the Wind Thunder Attraction; like maggots attached to bones, they relentlessly corroded his body, worsening his injuries further.

His vision went black as if all his strength had been drained away; his body swayed slightly before he collapsed straight down.

However, at the moment he fell, he suddenly saw a black Abyss Fire Lotus appear behind Feng Lie.

The lotus was pitch black, its petals layered one upon another; each petal was condensed from pure Darkness Power, with a dim, gloomy luster flowing across its surface.

The Abyss Fire Lotus rotated slowly, like a flower blooming from the darkness—beautiful and lethal.

The next moment, white light surged around Holy Son Lu Xuanji; the Temple of Time's Divine Envoy had intervened, whisking him away from the battlefield.

His figure dissipated within the light.

Meanwhile, after eliminating Holy Son Lu Xuanji, Feng Lie was in high spirits.

He grinned, his eyes filled with smugness.

"The Saint of Yuntai Sect is nothing special."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a great terror descend behind him.

He turned around in a hurry, and the scene that followed made his heart nearly leap out of his chest!

He didn't know when a black Abyss Fire Lotus had appeared behind him!

The Abyss Fire Lotus was only a few dozen zhang away from his Golden Body, blooming silently in the Void Realm.

Around the Abyss Fire Lotus, streams of Darkness Power surged like black mist, staining the entire Void Realm pitch black.

Wherever it passed, the space was sliced into tiny fissures—black cracks spread through the Void Realm, dense like a spiderweb.

Spatial fissures!

This was something that could only be achieved by someone possessing Great Grandmaster-level combat power!

Only the power of at least an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster could tear through space and create spatial fissures.

And this Abyss Fire Lotus could actually cut through space?

This meant that the power of this Abyss Fire Lotus had already reached the Great Grandmaster level!

"Is a Great Grandmaster trying to kill me?!"

Feng Lie thought in immediate terror.

However, the next moment he dismissed the thought—he was currently in the middle of a war of conquest, and the Divine Envoy of the Temple of Time would never allow a powerhouse exceeding the Grandmaster level to attack him!

Feng Lie was quite panicked and didn't know what to do for a moment.

He stared fixedly at the Abyss Fire Lotus, watching it rotate slowly and emit lethal Darkness Power, feeling somewhat helpless for a moment.

Just then, the speed at which the Abyss Fire Lotus in the air was advancing became incredibly slow.

It was as if it had fallen into a quagmire or been frozen in ice.

The rotation of the Abyss Fire Lotus became slower and slower.

The Darkness Power also became sluggish.

Feng Lie didn't understand what was happening and was filled with confusion.

At this moment, a female voice rang out in his mind: "If you cannot block this strike, you will die. I have temporarily slowed down this Abyss Fire Lotus. Now, you must either choose to forfeit the war of conquest, and I will save you; or you can choose to withstand it yourself and bear the consequences. You have five seconds to consider."

After saying this, the female voice began the countdown: "Five, four, three..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lie immediately understood—this was a telepathic message from the Divine Envoy.

The Divine Envoy was observing him from the shadows.

It was the Divine Envoy who had acted to slow down the Abyss Fire Lotus.

Although he still didn't understand who had launched this terrifying attack capable of threatening his life, that was no longer important. What mattered was that the Divine Envoy had permitted this attack to land on him.

"Divine Envoy, I choose to forfeit!"

Feng Lie shouted in a low voice.

Expecting him, a mere Peak Grandmaster, to withstand a Great Grandmaster-level attack? Was that a joke?

That kind of power was simply not something he could endure.

He still wanted to continue living!

After Feng Lie's words fell, the voice of the Divine Envoy came from the Void Realm: "Granted."

The voice was calm and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

As the voice ceased, the space where the Abyss Fire Lotus was located collapsed layer by layer.

Black cracks began from around the Abyss Fire Lotus and spread in all directions, dense like a spiderweb.

The Void Realm where the Abyss Fire Lotus resided shattered, collapsed, and annihilated, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

The Abyss Fire Lotus plunged into the space, like a pebble falling into water, sending out layers of black ripples before dissipating without a trace.

The spatial fissures slowly healed, and the surrounding Darkness Power gradually dissipated; the area suddenly fell into a brief silence.

Qin Yan stood in the distant Void Realm. Seeing his Abyss Fire Lotus become mysteriously slow in mid-air, he couldn't help but furrow his brows, unable to understand what had happened for a moment.

But when he heard the cold female voice in the Void Realm and saw that space collapse with a roar after the voice ceased, consuming the Abyss Fire Lotus completely, he understood—the Divine Envoy of the Temple of Time, hidden in the shadows, had intervened.

The rules of the war of conquest allowed Martial Artists of the Grandmaster level to fight each other, but casualties were to be avoided as much as possible; it was the duty of the Divine Envoy to intervene at critical moments.

In the distance, Feng Lie finally recovered from his immense terror.

He looked at the collapsing space, his eyes filled with lingering fear and relief.

Then, he heaved a long sigh, turned around, and retreated from the battlefield.

After seeing Feng Lie leave the battlefield, Qin Yan turned his gaze toward the final battlefield.

There, only Zhao Xuan, the last Prodigy, remained.

As long as he defeated him, this war of conquest would basically be secured!

Bringing the Dark Altar, Qin Yan arrived at the battlefield where Zhao Xuan was located!

High in the sky, the Dark Emperor Golden Body held the Dark Dome Scepter, Darkness Power surging around its body as the Darkness Domain pressed down toward the Void Realm where Zhao Xuan was located!