UGB Chapter 1803 The Message Takes a Turn!
Chapter 1803 The Message Takes a Turn!
"There's no chance anymore!"
Wu Yang, a half-saint, slowly shook his head, a bitter expression on his face.
"It has been about two incense sticks' worth of time since the ancestor passed away. Such earth-shattering news cannot be kept secret for long."
It's estimated that it won't be long before the news spreads completely.
At that point, the situation will inevitably spiral out of control, and the army will suffer a crushing defeat.
He paused, his gaze lingering intently on the increasingly gloomy sky outside the hall, and continued:
"Furthermore, if we only care about ourselves now and completely abandon those 'allies' who are still fighting and shedding blood for us,
Once the news spreads, my Xuan Turtle Clan will not only become the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's number one mortal enemy,
They will completely lose credibility at home and abroad and be despised by all forces.
Even if we manage to escape this calamity today, the future holds a vast world where there will be no place to stay, and we will inevitably fall into a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness, constantly being hunted down.
Therefore, things should never be taken to extremes.
One must fulfill one's moral obligations.
"Delaying this long has reached its limit."
Hear the words.
The Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan trembled, a look of understanding and shame flashing in his eyes. He then bowed and said:
"It was my oversight and narrow-mindedness that led me to be so short-sighted!"
"okay!"
Wu Yang, a half-saint, waved his hand, ending the topic.
"As I command, go and prepare."
You'll be leaving with the team in the next batch.
"Yes! Elder... Take care!"
Immediately.
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder said no more; he knew that any words at this moment would be pale and powerless.
He bowed deeply to Wu Yang, almost touching his head to the ground, then resolutely turned around, left the side hall, and walked towards the teleportation light that was still flashing in the main hall.
Wu Yang, a half-venerable, silently watched the Grand Elder's figure disappear around the corner of the hall, the feigned composure and majesty on his face gradually fading.
Instead, a deep weariness and sorrow pervaded the air.
He turned his hand over, and a treasure map, made of some unknown material and exuding an ancient and weathered aura, slowly unfolded before him.
The treasure map was covered with numerous points of light, resembling a miniature starry sky, representing the distribution of forces and personnel among the various factions of the alliance led by the Xuan Turtle Clan.
however,
This "starry sky" is becoming dim.
Countless points of light, especially the fainter ones, are extinguishing in large swaths every moment at an alarming rate.
It means the loss of countless lives.
Wu Yang, a half-saint, finally focused his gaze on the central area of the treasure map, on those few points of light that still emitted a relatively bright glow—
That was the symbol of the other half-saints in the alliance and several core races.
His lips twitched slightly, his voice coalescing into a single line, containing complex and unfathomable emotions and decisive information, which quietly disappeared into those few points of light.
This is fulfilling his final duty.
It is also to fight for the Xuan Turtle Clan's extremely slim chance of survival in the future.
After doing all this, he slowly put away the treasure map, took a deep breath, buried all his weakness and emotions, turned around, and strode towards the main hall.
They eventually disappeared into this side hall.
the other side.
The sky hung low, with layers of lead-gray clouds that seemed to weigh down the entire sea.
Below, the dark green seawater surged and crashed against the jagged rocks, shattering into countless pale white bubbles.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the spiritual energy was chaotic, like threads in a storm, emitting a sharp hiss.
In a corner of this devastating battlefield that stretches for countless miles...
Another deafening explosion rang out.
boom--!
Even from a great distance, the spiritual energy vibrations emanating from the core of the explosion still spread out like tangible ripples, causing those who watched from afar to be deeply moved.
Looking towards the source of that destruction...
High in the sky, several dazzling halos of light were colliding and exploding at an astonishing frequency.
Its brilliance was so great,
It was as dazzling as the sun that shines on everything, making it hard to look directly at.
If one strains their eyes, one can vaguely see that within each of those halos of light, there is a figure exuding a terrifying aura.
A sturdy figure, carrying a huge tortoise shell covered with mysterious patterns on his back, moved with a thick, earthy yellow aura, as steady as a mountain.
It was Wu Ming, a half-saint cultivator from the Xuan Turtle Clan.
The other one had a pair of short, crystal-clear horns on its head, shimmering with five-colored light.
Where the sunset glow passed,
The space itself seemed to become thick and sluggish.
This is a semi-saint level expert from the Crystal Horn Clan.
The third one had a multicolored scale branded on the center of his forehead, his muscles were bulging, and his blood and qi surged like a tide. Every punch and kick he made carried a domineering power capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas.
He was a half-respecter of the Sea Spirit Giant Demon Clan.
These three powerful individuals, from different races and with vastly different appearances, were now united in spirit and worked in perfect harmony, launching a full-scale attack on the figure in the center clad in jet-black scale armor.
Yes,
The ones being besieged were the seven elders of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
Under the full suppression of these three cultivators of the same level, this elder of the Seventh Clan was in a sorry state.
His face was ashen, his breathing erratic, and the once incredibly protective black scale armor he wore was now tattered in pieces.
Cracks spread like a spider web.
Dim shards of light kept drifting out from the cracks.
He held a broken bone blade, struggling to parry deadly attacks from three directions. Each collision sent him reeling, and a trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it!"
The Seventh Elder cursed inwardly.
"In the end, I underestimated the strength and teamwork of these old monsters. They clearly wanted to keep me here at all costs!"
I originally wanted to delay until the clan chief brought good news to boost morale, but now it seems...
That's wishful thinking!
His eyes sharpened, and he made a decision in an instant:
"That's it!
Where there is life, there is hope!
"Preserve your life for now, and seek revenge later!"
The thought of breaking through the encirclement flashed with a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Although a direct confrontation is unlikely to succeed, if we are willing to pay any price and find a small opening, we still have a good chance of escaping.
The key question is: which direction should we choose as the breakthrough point?
In the blink of an eye, his peripheral vision flashed like lightning, swiftly sweeping over his three opponents.
"Wu Ming of the Xuan Turtle Clan?"
This tribe excels at defense; their tortoise shells are renowned throughout the world for their formidable strength. To break through them is like throwing an egg against a rock—the hope is slim…
"The old monster of the Crystal Horn Clan?"
Although this race is not specialized in defense, their 'Five-Colored Crystal Light' supernatural power is most adept at trapping and sealing.
Once enveloped by its radiant glow...
"I'm afraid the other two will catch up in an instant, the risk is too great..."
"It seems... only the Sea Spirit Trolls remain!"
The seven elders' gazes finally settled on the domineering troll race half-venerable.
"This race possesses unparalleled strength, but their supernatural abilities and secret techniques are somewhat inferior. If I can withstand one of their attacks head-on and borrow their force, I might be able to break through the blockade in one fell swoop."
Although there's a risk of serious injury, it's still several times better than dying here!
In the blink of an eye, the pros and cons were clear.
next moment,
The seventh elder of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan let out a long roar, and his previously weak aura suddenly surged, his tattered black scales glowing brightly.
A pressure far more ferocious and violent than before swept out like a storm!
Despite his injuries, he forcefully activated some kind of secret technique!
"He wants to escape!"
The Half-Venerable Wu Ming noticed immediately and spoke up to warn him.
"Fellow Daoist Giant Spirit, be careful he doesn't become desperate and turn on you!"
The short horn atop the head of the Crystal Horn Clan's half-elder shimmered with light, and five-colored rays of light swept towards the seven elders like a bolt of lightning. He coldly shouted:
"At the end of its strength, it still wants to act violently?"
"Today, I will surely suppress you here!"
The Sea Spirit Troll Clan's Giant Spirit Half-Emperor roared, its multicolored scales shimmering on its forehead, and its fan-like giant hand slammed forward with the power to shatter the void:
"You want to pass by me?"
Let's see if you have the ability!
however,
Just as the attacks of the three demigods were about to strike, the Seven Elders transformed into a resolute black streak of light, poised to charge towards the Giant Spirit Demi-Venerable—
His figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, abruptly halting his forward momentum!
This sudden change caused Wu Ming and his companions to pause their offensive slightly.
Then,
What surprised and bewildered them even more was...
The seven elders of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan, who had previously displayed a look of resolute determination, suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter was filled with the exhilaration of surviving a disaster, and a hint of indescribable mockery.
"Hahahaha...run?"
He stopped laughing, his gaze sweeping mockingly over his three ready opponents, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"In my opinion, you should be the ones considering fleeing next!"
Saying,
He slowly raised his hand, holding a jade talisman that emitted a soft and steady light in his palm, and gently waved it at the three of them.
On the jade talisman, a faint black tiger phantom was roaring to the sky, emanating an aura of the same origin as the Seven Elders.
It is clearly a high-level communication talisman used exclusively by the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan.
"what do you mean?"
Wu Ming Half-Venerable's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease surged up like a venomous snake.
The other party's change in attitude was too abrupt and strange, and it was by no means unfounded.
The expressions of the Crystal Horn Clan and the Sea Spirit Troll Clan's half-saints also tightened.
They also noticed the Seventh Elder's confident expression and the communication jade talisman that had clearly just been activated.
Since the start of the battle, news of the strongest warriors from both sides is crucial in determining the outcome. Could it be...?
"Could it be... that the battle at the Nascent Soul level... has come to a conclusion?"
And it's a result that's detrimental to us?
This terrible thought appeared in their minds almost simultaneously.
Wu Ming, a half-saint, suppressed the tremor in his heart, a cold sneer appearing on his face, and said indifferently:
"Fellow Daoist, have you perhaps run out of tricks and are trying to distract us with such pretentious charades?"
In order to find a glimmer of hope?
That's incredibly naive!
The Crystal Horn Clan Half-Saint immediately understood; Wu Ming was testing him with his words, so he also chuckled in response.
"good!
No matter what message you receive, don't even think about shaking our resolve to kill you!
Could it be that you're trying to say that your clan leader has defeated the Demon Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan?
It's a huge joke!"
The half-saint of the Sea Spirit Troll Clan spoke in a booming voice, laced with disdain:
"Humph!
The battle for the title of Godhood cannot be decided in a short period of time.
Stop spreading alarmist rumors!
The three semi-saints exchanged words, seemingly mocking each other, but their gazes were as sharp as hawks, fixed on the most subtle changes in the expressions on the faces of the seven elders.
His divine sense was fully focused on perceiving the fluctuations in the other party's aura.
To try to determine the truth or falsehood of their words.
Faced with doubts and ridicule, the seven elders of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan were not angered; instead, their smiles became even more meaningful.
He shook his head, his gaze finally settling on the slightly somber-faced Half-Venerable Martial Nether, his tone almost one of pity:
"defeat?
Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, you're oversimplifying things.
He paused deliberately, savoring the fleeting surprise and doubt in the other person's eyes, before slowly saying:
"I must tell you some unfortunate news..."
Your clan's ancestor, who had just recovered and hadn't even had a chance to regain his prestige, has already... met his end at the hands of my clan leader!
"impossible!"
Wu Ming, the Half-Venerable, narrowed his eyes and shouted sharply, his voice trembling slightly, though he himself was unaware of it.
“Our clan’s ancestor was a true Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Even if he had not recovered to his peak, how could someone who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm easily kill him?”
Even if your clan leader has an extraordinary opportunity, at most you can only defeat him!
Want to annihilate them? Absolutely not!
"Hehe, how many things in this world are absolute?"
The Seventh Elder leisurely played with the jade talisman in his hand, his calm and composed expression contrasting sharply with Wu Ming's forced composure.
"I know you don't believe me."
No problem, I'm sure... you'll receive the news soon.
Then, you will be able to verify whether what I have said is true or false.
Upon hearing this, the unease in the hearts of the Crystal Horn Clan and the Sea Spirit Giant Demon Clan Half-Saints grew even stronger.
They exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness and hesitation in each other's eyes.
If the Xuan Turtle Clan's Nascent Soul Demon Lord truly perishes, the balance of this war will tilt completely.
Their fight to the death with the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's half-saints is now utterly pointless.
The most urgent task is to protect ourselves and the elite of our tribe.
The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became eerie and heavy.
The fighting spirit of the three attackers had quietly dissipated by more than half without them realizing it.
Instead, there was a deep sense of vigilance and concern about the situation on the battlefield in the distance.
at this time--
hum!
A soft yet dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from the waist of the Martial Nether Half-Venerable.
At the same time, a faint yet clear fluctuation, like a drop of cold water, gently struck his mind.
The source of that light was the emergency communication jade talisman he wore close to his body, which was connected to the core bloodline of the Xuan Turtle Clan!
In that instant, all sounds in the sky seemed to disappear.
The howling sea breeze, the roaring waves,
Even the faint sounds of fighting that could be heard from the distant battlefield fell silent.
The smiles on the faces of the seven elders of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan grew even brighter. He raised his chin and, in an almost mocking tone, "reminded" them:
"Look, Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, your message..."
"Isn't it lit up?"
The gazes of the Crystal Horn Clan and the Sea Spirit Giant Demon Clan's half-saints instantly became fixed on the jade talisman that was constantly flashing an ominous white light.
Their breathing almost stopped at that moment.
The dark clouds seemed to press even lower.
...(End of this chapter)