Chapter 1916 - 2013: Gathering of the Exotic Beasts
Chapter 1916: Chapter 2013: Gathering of the Exotic Beasts
Mo Shouhe’s face was gloomy. He wouldn’t take Fang Qingye’s clone seriously, but the mere clone was already no weaker than Fang Qingye back in the day. If Fang Qingye appeared here in perfect condition, Mo Shouhe might not be able to defeat him.
Back then, when Mo Shouhe faced Fang Qingye, although he was limited by his nearing lifespan, he could still claim a slight advantage in strength. After all, Mo Shouhe had been famous for many years, possessing the strength of Martial Arts Supreme since the ancient wilderness era, whereas Fang Qingye was merely a rising star who couldn’t catch up with Mo Shouhe’s pace so quickly.
But now, Fang Qingye was even more formidable than before, a single clone was enough to stand against him.
"Just a mere clone won’t be able to stop me," Mo Shouhe said in a deep voice.
Fang Qingye smiled faintly, "Whether it can stop you or not can only be known after we cross paths. Today, I will make it clear: as long as I am here, you cannot save the First Generation Demon Saint."
Mo Shouhe knew something was wrong upon hearing this. Something big must have happened at Ancient Demon Ridge, otherwise Fang Qingye wouldn’t have manifested such a strong clone to obstruct him. The First Generation Demon Saint must be in danger.
"Damn it! It seems they’ve planned everything out. My strength hasn’t fully recovered yet, and I can’t deal with this clone. I didn’t expect Jin Zhulong to risk his life to inject demon qi into me, just waiting for this day," Mo Shouhe thought to himself, finally understanding why Jin Zhulong was so desperate. This was all part of Fang Qingye’s plan, sacrificing life to heavily wound him so he couldn’t recover to his peak state, then seizing the opportunity to eliminate the First Generation Demon Saint.
Mo Shouhe clenched his fists, realizing that years of planning had ultimately led to miscalculations. Some things had already slipped out of his control.
"Even if you can hold me back, how many clones can you make? There will be others to save the First Generation Demon Saint," Mo Shouhe said coldly.
Fang Qingye understood who he was referring to, but he only shook his head and smiled, "Do you think he still has the ability to save the First Generation Demon Saint? The injuries Hou Yi inflicted on him back then are probably still healing now, most of his body is still asleep. Even if he can take action, how much strength could he muster? Besides, whether he’d risk taking action is uncertain."
Mo Shouhe’s expression shifted, as one of the ancient spirit incarnations, he was fully aware of the situation with other incarnations, even more so than Fang Qingye.
Aside from his own condition being somewhat better, neither the First Generation Demon Saint nor the other ancient spirit incarnation could reappear. Especially the latter, severely wounded in a great calamity against Hou Yi, was nearly dead and still hadn’t recovered much vitality.
Although the one holding the umbrella was also an ancient spirit incarnation, he was not aligned with them, and they couldn’t rely on him to help.
As for the last ancient spirit incarnation, now wasn’t the time for it to appear, because once even the last incarnation had to appear, the true arrival of the Tushan Ancient Spirit would be imminent.
"Stay here and you can kill this clone if you’re willing to risk your life," Fang Qingye said.
Mo Shouhe glared at Fang Qingye, weighing the pros and cons in his mind, pondering how to break the deadlock.
"Fang Qingye, let me see how much you’ve improved," Mo Shouhe suddenly said, spreading his arms, a hint of mockery on his face.
Fang Qingye saw him like this, his gaze turned somber, and he suddenly launched a palm attack.
In the next moment, countless streams of life force converged from all directions, flooding into Mo Shouhe’s body.
Mo Shouhe threw a punch, effortlessly blocking Fang Qingye’s palm strike, the aftereffects of their clash darkened the entire sky.
Below, all creatures within a radius of thousands of miles perished, their life force forcibly drawn by Mo Shouhe, none were spared.
Having obtained a massive amount of life force, Mo Shouhe immediately neutralized the last bit of demon qi causing trouble in his body, his strength soared rapidly, gradually approaching his peak level of years past.
Fang Qingye showed no expression, but felt a sense of anger and frustration. He had underestimated Mo Shouhe’s ruthlessness, to directly absorb the life force of creatures below to forcibly enhance himself, which was beyond Fang Qingye’s expectations.
"Fang Qingye, trying to stop me will lead many innocent people to die because of you," Mo Shouhe said with a cold laugh.
Fang Qingye took a deep breath, "The sins you’ve committed will one day demand repayment."
"Heh, once the Tushan Ancient Spirit manifests, everything will return to Tushan, including the lives of these ants. You, Fang Qingye, may stop me briefly but can’t prevent the past from repeating," Mo Shouhe replied with a smile.
"If the First Generation Demon Saint dies, even the Tushan Ancient Spirit would find it hard to reappear," Fang Qingye shouted coldly, engaging Mo Shouhe once more in battle.
Meanwhile, outside Ancient Demon Ridge, a gigantic True Dragon skeleton and golden Divine Phoenix bathed in flames had arrived.
Joined by the Kunpeng and Kylin, the heavens and earth were instantly transformed, terrifying demon qi began to permeate from Ancient Demon Ridge, enveloping the entire Nine Countries and even extending to the Seven Seas.
Fang Lin was stunned by this scene unlike anything he’d ever witnessed. The ancient wilderness’s four great exotic beasts were actually gathered at this moment.
The golden-haired dog barked excitedly, yet Fang Lin noticed a deep weariness in its eyes, as if it had expended significant energy.
And the First Generation Demon Saint knew what was about to happen, seeing all four exotic beasts present here, he didn’t dare be complacent, immediately turning to return to the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree.
Once inside the Sacred Tree, no matter how powerful the four exotic beasts were, they couldn’t harm him in the slightest. After all, as a demon beast, they couldn’t destroy the Sacred Tree.
Yet just as the First Generation Demon Saint tried to return to the Sacred Tree, he saw the Great Sage Equal to Heaven somehow already awakened, his Golden Flame Eye staring directly at him.
In the next instant, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had already entered the Sacred Tree, his figure vanished.
The First Generation Demon Saint tried to enter once more but faced rejection, the Sacred Tree seemed unwilling to allow him back inside.
In this moment, the First Generation Demon Saint was truly panicked, left without retreat, forced to fight desperately for survival, hoping for aid from other ancient spirit incarnations.
"Hah, do you think waking you four up can kill me? How laughable, the True Dragon is dead, even awakening its bones will amount to nothing," the First Generation Demon Saint scoffed, unfazed even in the face of crisis.
As soon as he finished speaking, the True Dragon skeleton let out a roar, and something responded within Fang Lin, releasing a deafening dragon’s roar.