Chapter 2867: Injuring the Enemy a Thousand, Self-Damaging Eight Hundred

Expending true energy and primordial energy aside, his left shoulder and left leg were struck by the Annihilation Force of the Hundred Battles Heaven. After the battle, he had been diligently healing his wounds, but full recovery in a short time was difficult.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror was arguing with the Blood Demon when He Lingchuan suddenly grabbed its wrist, instantly transforming it into a round shield.

"... Ah oh." So the fight has begun?

He Lingchuan charged forward silently.

He was already anxious and frantic; since Tong Ming Zhenjun had seen through their illusion, what more was there to say?

A fierce battle was inevitable—this hard fight was over!

He did not forget to instruct the Earth Mother and the newly arrived Mingke Xianren:

"Leave the other heavenly demons to you."

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He Lingchuan and Mingke Xianren walked out of the Secret Realm.

The Earth Mother's avatar had left them a step earlier, vanishing on the spot right after exiting the Secret Realm, leaving only a small stone figure behind.

Its remaining limited strength must be urgently poured into the most crucial battlefield—the Panlong Secret Realm.

Upon returning to the Earth Mother Plains, He Lingchuan heavily sat down on the ground and shoved several pills into his mouth.

Blood flowed like a river from his left shoulder, even dripping onto the ground beneath him—this was the wound inflicted by Hundred Battles Heaven.

His entire right arm suffered a comminuted fracture, hanging limp at his side, unable to lift even slightly; the armor beneath his right ribs shattered into a spiderweb pattern, the wounds underneath imaginable, hence his breathing was somewhat heavy and coarse. This was the gift from Tong Ming Zhenjun.

Both great heavenly demons left him with indelible marks.

Mingke Xianren hurriedly knelt beside him to treat his wounds, but He Lingchuan strained to raise his left hand to stop him:

"No need—you first go reinforce the Panlong Secret Realm; I will follow shortly."

As the master of the Secret Realm, he witnessed everything happening within the Panlong Secret Realm with perfect clarity.

Yang Sheng, Ling Jinbao, Bao Chihai... every soldier of the plains garrison, and even his younger brother He Yue, were fighting desperately, bloodied, for the Secret Realm!

Seeing this scene filled him with burning anxiety.

Originally, Tong Ming Zhenjun could not possibly have been defeated so quickly, but He Lingchuan deliberately feigned a flaw to lure him in—yet the cost was his right arm being crushed by Tong Ming Zhenjun's Gravity Divine Technique!

One bloody battle, won. But he could not rush over immediately.

He needed to heal his wounds, he needed to restore his primordial energy; otherwise, rushing over so hastily would merely be delivering himself to death.

Mingke Xianren also knew the situation was urgent, responded by standing up, and instantly vanished from the spot.

With the aid of the Earth Mother's power, he rushed to the Secret Realm battlefield.

Having just endured two major battles in succession, he was also extremely fatigued, but his duty was to deal with the other heavenly demons; the true confrontation with Tong Ming Zhenjun was handled by the Emperor and the Earth Mother, so Mingke Xianren's injuries were far less severe than He Lingchuan's.

The small stone figure left behind to treat He Lingchuan's wounds.

His chest ribs were caved in with a large hollow—this wound came from Tong Ming Zhenjun's Slaughter Immortal Pestle's heavy strike. The power of a great heavenly demon could shatter mountain peaks; He Lingchuan certainly could not just brush it off.

But this, at least compared to the right arm, was merely a crushing injury. It was the axe blow from Hundred Battles Heaven on his shoulder that was life-threatening—his collarbone was nearly broken, and the Annihilation Force lingered in the wound, stirring up trouble. The small stone figure tried several medicines, yet could not stop the bleeding, and helplessly scratched his head:

"Can't stop it!"

Jiuyou has lost so much blood that anyone else would have already collapsed.

"Treat other areas first." A large section of his chest had caved in, He Lingchuan's breathing was somewhat difficult, yet he still struggled to gather strength to repair his internal injuries.

He needed to recover quickly—even faster!

He had to return to the Panlong Secret Realm!

The pills consumed by Jiuyou Dadi were all refined by the great beings of Ju City using Imperial Flow Essence Ointment, supplemented with over ten varieties of the most precious medicinal ingredients; merely scraping a bit of powder from the medicine skin for an ordinary person to swallow would cause them to instantly die from overwhelming potency and explosive belly.

But He Lingchuan swallowed ten pills in a row without changing expression, then circulated his energy to breathe—only then did the wounds left by Tong Ming Zhenjun gradually improve, the hollows in his chest and abdomen slowly filling out.

However, his severed right arm showed little improvement.

As for the Annihilation Force on his shoulder, it was even harder to dispel than a bone-attached ulcer.

The small stone figure tried several puppet techniques, yet could not lure the Annihilation Force out of the wound. Originally, this force was like a predator—if given better prey, perhaps it could be drawn away from the wound.

But the Annihilation Force was simply obstinate to the extreme, clinging stubbornly to the wound, refusing to leave no matter how he tried to drive it away. Moreover, it would devour and consume the efficacy of the spiritual medicines He Lingchuan ingested, greatly slowing the healing of wounds elsewhere.

With it present, He Lingchuan could not hope to recover—this was precisely the intent of Annihilation.

"The final strike of Hundred Battles Heaven before death, infused with all his resentment and curse." He Lingchuan tried several times without success, unable to help but gasp a few breaths: "It will not be easily driven away."

The small stone figure also felt deeply vexed: "Too bad the divine ability to transfer injuries is no longer usable; otherwise, you could transfer it to me—I wouldn't fear it."

The conditions for using this divine ability were originally very strict, and after the laws of heaven and earth changed, the death-substitute divine ability became ineffective, and the technique to transfer wounds to separate independent entities also failed.

He Lingchuan strained to say: "To drive away the Annihilation Force, one must either have abundant primordial energy or vast life force."

He now found even breathing extremely difficult.

If He Lingchuan were in Cangyan, this bit of Annihilation Force would be driven away in minutes. As long as he stood on the land of the Cangyan Empire, Jiuyou Dadi's primordial energy would surge like rivers; unfortunately, he was far away, and the troops on the Earth Mother Plains were few, so he mainly drew primordial energy from Panlongcheng in the Panlong World.

And the current state of Panlongcheng was probably not very good either.

Speaking of life force: during the Heavenly Palace War, He Lingchuan seized the Cicada Slough from the great formation at Mount Xushan; when Zhu Xiuer fled, she was wounded by a clone of Hundred Battles Heaven. Even though it used her sister's immortal body, it took great effort to expel the Annihilation Force.

Know that at that time, the wound was inflicted only by a clone of Hundred Battles Heaven, descending upon a very weak divine descent body, yet it consumed a vast amount of the Cicada Immortal's life force; whereas now, the one who wounded He Lingchuan was the true body of Hundred Battles Heaven!

Even the most refined Imperial Flow Essence, to be transformed into one's own life force, requires a refining and conversion process—just as taking supplements, no matter how good, must undergo digestion and absorption in the intestines before becoming one's own nourishment.

If given ten days or half a month to slowly refine, He Lingchuan could indeed drive out the Annihilation Force—this efficiency was already astonishing, considering the one who wounded him was a dying great heavenly demon's resentful strike—but now the problem is, he does not have that much time!

Jiaolou Tian was leading the demon horde in attacking the Panlong Secret Realm, the Great Yan Heavenly Pearl already showed signs of decline, and He Lingchuan had to rush back to fight.

Upon hearing this, the small stone figure immediately said: "Vast life force? You should have said earlier—I'll give it to you."

The Soul-Capturing Mirror rejoiced: "Exactly right—the Earth Mother's life force must be immensely powerful, and you are precisely in need of it!"