170: A cornered beast will fight on.

"Let's not just watch."

Song Moting scanned the people beside him, a faint smile curling his lips. With a slight movement of spiritual power, he floated out of the black armor mothership like a willow catkin.

His gaze swept over the Qingming Faction Sword Cultivators opposite them, and he said softly, "Although we have two more Nascent Soul Cultivators, the opponent consists entirely of Sword Cultivators, whose combat power is far beyond that of ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators. Everyone, be careful."

"Perfect! Today, I shall properly experience the prowess of the Qingming Faction Sword Cultivators!"

Qi Yunling laughed loudly, his laughter heroic. With a leap, he landed on the back of the Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon.

The raptor, covered in golden feathers, immediately let out a sharp cry. Its wings spread, whipping up a gale, and carrying Qi Yunling, it transformed into a streak of light, diving straight toward the most fierce-looking Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in the Qingming Faction.

Luo Xuanxiao remained silent, but his habitual Magic Treasure was already on his hands. With a flash of purple lightning, he appeared opposite a Sword Cultivator.

Though he spoke no words, he had already assumed a fighting stance.

Chen Miaoyin lightly waved her sleeves, and several pink ribbons coiled around her like spirit snakes. Her steps were light yet sharp as she darted toward another Qingming Faction Cultivator.

Wu Yuanpeng locked his gaze on Su Wangchen. With a shake of his robes, he stepped into the air, his spiritual power surging like a tide. "Su Wangchen, after more than a decade of standoff, today it is time to put an end to it!"

Su Wangchen did not waste words. His Flying Sword shot from his palm, the sound of the sword ringing crisp and clear, as he headed straight to meet him.

The Nascent Soul Cultivators who came with Wu Yuanpeng also found their respective opponents. For a time, the sounds of spiritual power colliding and Magic Treasures humming rang out in unison.

Su Ling had originally intended to watch for a moment, but a cold Divine Sense locked onto his body like a venomous snake.

As the Divine Sense swept over, the image of a female Cultivator with a beautiful face and a sinister aura emitting from her body emerged in his mind.

It was none other than Qiu Xuetong, the female Nascent Soul Cultivator skilled in controlling Souls.

A sharp glint flashed in Su Ling's eyes, and he smiled nonchalantly. His figure rose into the air, and the ten thousand souls banner in his hand grew in the wind. On the surface of the banner, countless phantom images of remnant souls emerged, roaring.

Black Soul mist rose like smoke from a beacon. Completely unfazed by Qiu Xuetong's Divine Soul lock, he charged ferociously toward her.

For a moment, the Soul-Shaking Shriek of the Soul-Devouring Spider Mother and the shrill wails of the Nascent Soul remnant souls resounded through the sky.

Even from over ten miles away, the Core Formation Cultivators on both sides still felt a stabbing pain in their Divine Souls.

The six black armor motherships left at high speed, trying to stay as far away from the battlefield as possible.

The Qingming Faction Cultivators within the resource point all wore expressions of horror.

If not for the protection of the Formation and the fact that the Divine Soul attacks of the two major remnant souls were not aimed at them, they would have suffered heavy injuries from this single blow alone.

At this moment, in the sky within a hundred miles of the Shadow Soul Crystal Mine resource point, a total of twenty-five Nascent Soul Cultivators and one Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivator were engaged in battle.

It could be called the highest-quality and largest-scale battle in the history of the National War.

With so many Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators gathered together, no matter which side ultimately won, it would affect the ownership of the resource point here.

...

In deep space tens of millions of miles away from the Nether Prison Plane, it was as black as ink, with only sparse stars emitting faint halos.

Suddenly, the Void Realm in one place trembled violently, blooming with spiderweb-like cracks like shattered glazed glass.

A tall figure with chaotic aura, wrapped in thick Devilish Qi, stumbled out from the chaotic Void Realm currents.

It was the Void-Rending Monarch Zera, now at the end of his tether.

The spatial fluctuations around him were chaotic; clearly, he had just experienced a fierce battle. Yet, he dared not pause for even a moment, transforming into a purple-black streak of light, heading without looking back toward a large star emitting a deathly aura in the distance, attempting to escape into it.

Following closely behind, six figures flashed one after another, instantly sealing Zera's escape route.

Two biting sword lights were the first to tear through the darkness, slashing down like an inverted galaxy. As the Sword Qi rampaged, even the surrounding starlight was stirred into disorder.

These were the natal immortal swords released by the two Sword Venerables, Mo Chen and Yi Chen.

Zera was forced to dodge repeatedly, his figure tracing a pathetic arc in the air, and his already unstable aura becoming increasingly sluggish.

A dreamlike light and shadow followed closely behind, tailing him like a maggot on a rotting bone; this was the Divine Soul attack of Immortal Venerable Qimeng.

The moment the light and shadow entered Zera's mind, his figure suddenly stalled, a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his escape speed slowed by thirty percent.

"Wretched creature, where are you fleeing!"

Shenwu Immortal Emperor shouted in a deep voice. The dragon-patterned battle armor he wore shone with golden light as he raised his hand and threw a black-gold long spear.

The spear body was wrapped in immortal power resembling a dragon or python. As it tore through the Void Realm, it made a sharp piercing sound, instantly piercing Zera's shoulder.

Purple demonic blood gushed out, turning into drops of blood in deep space, drifting in all directions.

Immortal Venerable Xuanji seized the opportunity to act. The Formation Plate in his hand, overflowing with immortal light, spun rapidly. As he changed his magic techniques, seven brilliant stars suddenly lit up in deep space, their starlight intertwining like silver threads.

"Hum..."

The Void Realm trembled, and the starlight connected, instantly forming a star prison a thousand miles in radius.

Runes flowed on the Formation light screen, emitting an aura that suppressed all things.

Zera, who had hidden into the Void Realm, had intended to use spatial power to escape, but was forcibly forced out of his physical form by the Formation.

He subconsciously activated spatial magic again, but hit the starlight barrier head-on, emitting a dull thud.

The next second, countless brilliant chains condensed from starlight surged out from the Void Realm, wrapping around him like a tide, binding his limbs tightly, no matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

"Phew... It's a good thing I set up a backup plan in advance."

Immortal Venerable Xuanji hid several ancient tokens and the Formation Plate into the Formation, letting out a long sigh of relief, his tone carrying a hint of lingering fear, "If he had escaped into the Nether Prison Plane, that would have been bad."

"No matter."

Shenwu Immortal Emperor raised his hand and beckoned, and the black-gold long spear turned into a streak of light and flew back into his hand. The demonic blood remaining on the spear tip was burned away by immortal power, "I have already sent a message to Ling Tian and the other two to set an ambush ahead. Zera cannot escape today."

"I shall now use the feixia bell to tear through the Void Realm."

Immortal Venerable Clear Ripple offered up the illusory rainbow flying cloud bell. The bell floated in mid-air, emitting seven-colored clouds of light, and massive spatial fluctuations permeated the surroundings, "Everyone, follow me into the space within the bell later to completely slay this beast!"

"Agreed!"

The Immortal Venerables all nodded in unison.

The feixia bell was a top-tier spatial Spirit Treasure, with a Small World of its own inside.

Once trapped inside, Zera would have no possibility of escape.

The group had been chasing Zera for over ten years, from the Immortal Domain to the edge of the Nether Prison, and only today had they forced him into a dead end.

No one expected that this Demon Species monarch proficient in spatial magic would be so difficult to deal with.

Now that victory was in sight, everyone felt a sense of relief, their expressions showing weariness yet joy.

"Even if I die, I will not let you get your wish!"

The extremely venomous Demon Species language trembled through the Void Realm. The syllables were difficult and distorted, yet carried a hatred that pierced the Soul.

The Immortal Venerables had been fighting Demon Species for hundreds of years and had long since understood the Demon Species language. Hearing this, their expressions changed drastically.

Just then, a terrifying aura of destruction suddenly rose from within Zera's body. Black demonic flames gushed out from his pores, and the body that had been bound by chains actually began to expand.