Chapter 445 The Battle for Origin, the Three Races Besiege

The moment the Origin Pool opened, the three forces erupted like bowstrings released simultaneously!

Flame Emperor Chaos Dao Ancestor was the first to strike—he had no intention of honoring any alliance agreement.

"Flame Emperor members, hear my command: Seize the Origin Liquid and snatch the Chaos Ancestor Crystal Cores! Kill anyone who stands in our way!"

Five hundred red-armored Cultivators charged into the pool like a torrent of fire!

Ice Soul Chaos Dao Ancestor and Thunder Marsh Ancestor roared almost simultaneously:

"You dare keep it all for yourself?!"

"Ice Soul members, go!"

"Thunder Marsh warriors, seize the pool!"

Five hundred elites from each of the three sides instantly clashed!

Crimson flames, ice, and lightning—three powers frantically intertwined, collided, and annihilated one another! Within a ten-mile radius outside the pool, it instantly transformed into a Domain of destruction!

Nightmare stood in place, unmoving.

He looked at the three Chaos Dao Ancestors—they didn't move either.

The gazes of the four met in mid-air.

Flame Emperor Chaos Dao Ancestor sneered:

"Clear the field first, then decide the winner?"

A cold light flashed in Ice Soul Chaos Dao Ancestor's eyes:

"Agreed."

Thunder Marsh Ancestor grinned:

"Just what I had in mind!"

The three raised their hands simultaneously—

"Three-Tribe Chaos Absolute Kill Formation—Activate!"

Blazing fire, ice, and lightning—three powers that should have countered each other—were forcibly fused by the three, turning into a three-colored torrent of destruction. Like a world-splitting axe, it chopped down toward Nightmare's head!

Wherever the torrent passed, space shattered inch by inch like glass, revealing the pitch-black void behind it!

This strike had already surpassed the Early Stage of Chaos Dao Ancestor and was nearing the Middle Stage!

Behind Nightmare, Zuo Feng and the others turned pale.

"My Lord..."

Nightmare merely looked up at the descending torrent of destruction, the Demonic Flame in his eyes burning calmly.

He formed hand seals and pressed them against the ground:

"Reverse Path Chaos Reincarnation Formation—Fully Open."

"Buzz—!!"

With him as the center, pitch-black Formation patterns suddenly lit up on the ground for a hundred yards around! The patterns spread frantically, transforming in the blink of an eye into a translucent black hemispherical light barrier, enveloping Nightmare and all one hundred and fifty elites!

In the next second, the three-colored torrent slammed violently against the light barrier!

"Boom—!!!"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the entire Origin Holy Land trembled violently! The shockwave exploding from the center of the collision sent the three tribes' elites, who were in the middle of a chaotic battle by the pool, flying!

The light barrier vibrated violently, countless cracks appearing on its surface!

But it didn't break.

At the Formation's eye, Nightmare pressed his hands firmly against the ground as pitch-black Demonic Flames surged into the Formation like a river bursting its banks, frantically repairing the cracks!

Even more shocking was that the chaos origin power within the three-colored torrent was actually being slowly absorbed and converted by the light barrier, reinforcing the Formation in turn!

Flame Emperor Chaos Dao Ancestor's pupils constricted:

"His Formation... can devour our power?!"

Ice Soul Chaos Dao Ancestor huffed:

"The devouring is limited; it won't last long. Continue!"

The three exerted their power again, and the torrent's might surged!

The cracks on the light barrier began to spread again!

A trail of blood leaked from the corner of Nightmare's mouth, but the Demonic Flame in his eyes grew even more intense:

"Zuo Feng, Right Wing, Dark Blade."

"Here!"

"Take the men and seize the Origin Liquid."

The three were stunned: "My Lord, you..."

"Go!"

Nightmare growled:

"Leave these three to me."

"Within thirty breaths, I want to see at least three hundred crates of Origin Liquid and one Chaos Ancestor Crystal Core."

The three looked at each other and gritted their teeth:

"Yes!"

"Chaos War Army—follow me!"

The one hundred and fifty elites charged out of the light barrier like black blades, plunging into the three tribes' camp amidst the chaotic battle by the pool!

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The battlefield by the pool was already a scene of carnage.

The elites of the three sides had long since seen red in their struggle for the resources in the pool. Crimson flames burned ice armor, ice froze thunder halberds, and lightning tore through flames. Every moment, Cultivators fell, their bodies dropping into the pool and being instantly melted and devoured by the Chaos Liquid.

Zuo Feng led the charge, decapitating a Middle Stage Flame Emperor Cultivator with a single stroke, and roared hoarsely:

"Reverse Path members—form a cone Formation and strike straight for the heart of the pool!"

The one hundred and fifty people instantly formed a Formation, like a black dagger, stabbing fiercely into the most intense area of the chaotic battle at the heart of the pool!

There, three crystal cores flowing with Chaos Dao Rhyme were floating above the pool's surface, emitting an alluring glow.

"Chaos Ancestor Crystal Core!" A Late Stage commander from the Thunder Marsh Tribe shouted, his eyes turning red. "Give it to me!"

He lunged toward the nearest crystal core, carrying lightning with him!

"Scram!" Right Wing intercepted with a horizontal blade, his Nidao Demonic Flame clashing violently with the lightning!

"Clang—!"

Both were pushed back simultaneously. The webbing of Right Wing's thumb split, yet he didn't retreat a single step:

"Dark Blade!"

"Coming!"

Dark Blade emerged from the shadows like a ghost, his short blade silently slicing across the back of the Thunder Marsh commander's neck!

"Puchi!"

The head flew off!

Dark Blade grabbed the Thunder Marsh Ancestor Crystal Core and threw it back to Zuo Feng:

"Catch!"

Zuo Feng caught it in mid-air and put it into his Storage Pouch:

"Withdraw! Seize the Origin Liquid!"

The one hundred and fifty people were like a plague of locusts; wherever they passed, crates of Origin Liquid stacked by the pool were swept away in batches!

"Stop them!!" A Late Stage Flame Emperor commander roared, leading a hundred men to intercept.

"Death to those who block me!" Zuo Feng's eyes were crimson, his Nidao Demonic Flame burning to the extreme. His aura actually surged during the fierce battle—a battlefield Breakthrough to the Late Stage of Chaos Supreme!

He struck with his blade, the blade light surging threefold, slicing the Late Stage commander and his armor in half!

"Who else?!"

The Flame Emperor Cultivators retreated in horror.

In just twenty breaths.

Three hundred crates of Origin Liquid were secured, and one Chaos Ancestor Crystal Core was obtained.

Covered in blood, Zuo Feng hoarsely ordered:

"Withdraw! Back to the Lord's side!"

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At the Formation's eye.

Thirty breaths had passed.

In front of Nightmare, the black light barrier was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The three-colored torrent continued its relentless bombardment, and sneers appeared on the faces of Flame Emperor, Ice Soul, and Thunder Marsh.

"It's about time," Flame Emperor Chaos Dao Ancestor said coldly. "The moment the Formation breaks will be the moment this boy dies."

No sooner had he spoken.

Nightmare suddenly looked up at the three, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"Thirty breaths are up."

He suddenly pushed his hands upward:

"Formation Detonation: Reverse Path Returning Flow!"

"Boom—!!!"

The black light barrier detonated violently! The terrifying Nidao Demonic Flame, mixed with the previously absorbed power of the three-colored torrent, turned into a destructive tide of interwoven black and three colors, sweeping back toward the three!

"What?!" The three's expressions changed drastically as they simultaneously retreated to defend!

After the tide passed.

Nightmare stood in place, the Formation base in front of him shattered. Blood leaked from his mouth, and his aura appeared slightly weakened.

But the one hundred and fifty elites had all returned, shielding him.

Zuo Feng stepped forward and whispered:

"My Lord, three hundred crates of Origin Liquid and one Thunder Marsh Ancestor Crystal Core."

Nightmare took the crystal core, feeling the pure Chaos Dao Rhyme within it, the Demonic Flame in his eyes flickering:

"Very good."

He looked up at the three Chaos Dao Ancestors in the distance, whose faces were grim:

"Gentlemen, thank you for helping me break the Formation."

"In return—"

He crushed the crystal core, and the pure Dao Rhyme surged into his body. His aura recovered and climbed at a visible rate:

"Next round, I'll be a bit more serious."