Chapter 141: Sixth Victory

No... not yet... cannot fall here...

A force, rooted deep in her bloodline, born of her unwillingness to abandon her family, her comrades, and her future, erupted violently within her soul as it teetered on the brink of collapse!

She snapped her head up, and from her once gentle eyes blazed a brilliance rivaling a supernova!

“My belief, Su Wan’s belief... how dare Itachi shake it?!”

“With my soul, I burn my will! Illuminate... the eternal night!”

She made a shocking move! Instead of defending, she deliberately ignited a portion of her most fundamental spiritual energy and soul force!

“Boom!”

A pure, vast, radiant column of light—capable of purifying all darkness and dispelling every shadow—shot skyward from Su Wan’s third eye!

This was Su Wan’s ultimate strike, burning her soul and conviction—a most resolute counterattack against “Eternal Descent”!

The radiant column slammed directly into the two blood moons radiating eternal despair!

“Sssssss!”

Under the column’s radiance, the blood moons’ light hissed as they melted; the eternal darkness and despair were swiftly purged and cleansed!

“No!!! This is impossible!!!”

The nightmare let out a soul-shattering scream, feeling its core essence being violently scorched and purified by the radiant column!

The unwavering conviction and protective will within the light were its greatest nemesis—a creature born of negative emotions!

Its mist-like body churned and evaporated within the column; the two crimson points of light dimmed and shrank visibly before their eyes!

Finally!

“Bang!!!”

With a soft explosion, the two blood moons shattered and vanished completely!

The nightmare’s body, woven from shadow and mist, dissolved like snow beneath sunlight, leaving not a trace behind.

It had been utterly purified and annihilated from the spiritual plane by Su Wan’s radiant column of burning soul and conviction!

The radiant column slowly receded, and Su Wan’s figure reappeared.

Her face was as pale as paper, her breath faint to the point of near nonexistence; her body trembled, as if a breeze could topple her, and fine cracks marred her skin everywhere.

But she won! She won this perilous spiritual duel at the cost of nearly destroying herself!

“Sixth battle... Human race, Su Wan... wins...”

The voice of the law rang out, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

After a brief silence, the human camp erupted in cheers and shouts!

Many even wept with emotion.

Su Wan’s victory came at too great a cost—she fought her enemy on the soul level, its danger and grandeur no less than Li Jiuyuan’s self-destruction!

“Su Wan! Well done!”

“We won! Another victory!”

Jiang Xia exhaled deeply, gazing at the slender yet unyielding figure on the arena, his eyes filled with reverence.

Ye Lingxi flew swiftly onto the arena, catching the nearly collapsed Su Wan and carrying her back to camp for careful care.

After the sixth battle, the human race stood at four wins and two losses, returning to parity.

But all knew the battles ahead would be even more brutal.

The beast race would not yield easily—they still had creatures like Fuyou and other unknown powerful beings.

Su Wan’s hard-won victory against the nightmare had once again turned the tide for humanity.

But Su Wan’s soul was damaged; she was urgently sent to the rear array for spiritual nourishment and would not fight again for the foreseeable future.

One day of rest was, for both sides with nerves taut as bowstrings, both a precious respite and an agonizing wait.

In the commander’s tent, lanterns burned brightly.

“Sixth battle: Su Wan barely won, but her soul essence is damaged—she cannot fight again in the short term.”

Ye Ting’s voice was hoarse; his gaze swept the room. “Current record: four wins, two losses.

The seventh battle is critical. Another victory will grant us absolute initiative and greatly boost morale.”

The tent fell silent. Everyone knew the beast race would never surrender its advantage—the next opponent would be far more ferocious.

Lu Wu’s thunderous eyes scanned the group, then he spoke gravely: “Who will fight next?”

After a brief pause, a cold, calm voice rang out:

“I will.”

All turned to see Cui Jue slowly rising. He still wore his faded shirt, his face as pale as paper, surrounded by faint, elusive dark energy that seemed alien to the life around him.

Yet now, in his eyes—always tinged with indifference—burned an unshakable resolve.

“Cui Jue?” Ye Qing frowned slightly. “Your Death Dao is strong, but the beast race will surely send a foe with extreme Yang energy or overwhelming killing intent—likely to counter Itachi.”

Cui Jue’s lips curled into a cold, icy smile, carrying the chilling aura of the Underworld: “Extreme Yin gives birth to Yang; death gives birth to life. The Yellow Spring Road carries countless souls—be they god or demon.”

“Besides... Su Wan, a mere woman, burned her divine soul. How could I, Cui Jue, cling to this body?”

His words were calm, yet carried the resolve of one walking to death. The Underworld sought no conflict, yet was not heartless. Li Jiuyuan’s grand sacrifice, Su Wan’s desperate will—they had moved him too.

Jiang Xia looked at Cui Jue; their eyes met briefly in midair—no words needed, all was understood.

They both knew: every battle ahead might be their last.

Du Gu Yun, cradling his longsword, spoke coldly: “Brother Cui, if Itachi’ve made this choice, I’ll stand guard for Itachi. If Itachi fall, my blade will carve a bloody path for Itachi.”

Qin Hao also said gravely: “My Qin family’s Thunder Art can assist Itachi—provide long-range suppression.”

Cui Jue gave a slight nod: “Thank Itachi all for your kindness. But on the arena, each faces fate alone. This battle—I have my own plan.”

Ye Ting stared deeply at Cui Jue; seeing his unshakable resolve, he offered no further persuasion and nodded firmly: “Good! Seventh battle—Cui Jue, Itachi fight! May Itachi... return victorious!”

“I will not fail your trust.” Cui Jue bowed, turned, and walked out of the tent. His silhouette stretched long in the lantern light, bearing the solitary, resolute aura of an Underworld emissary.

Meanwhile, deep within the beast camp.

The spectral forms of several beast saints gathered once more.

“The nightmare lost... and was purified, annihilated...” Taotie’s voice brimmed with anger and resentment. “That human girl’s spiritual power exceeded expectations.”

Yinglong’s golden dragon eyes flashed with cold light: “Irrelevant. Spiritual duels are inherently unpredictable.”

"In the next battle, let those ants know—in the face of absolute power and murderous intent, all techniques are useless!"

Qiongqi let out a low chuckle: “Agreed. Send Akatsuki Bai. His killing aura suppresses every human trick. It’s time for White Tiger’s bloodline to shine again.”

Di Jiang’s chaotic form rippled slightly: “White Tiger governs killing; his Metal Edge is unstoppable. Those human brats’ fringe Dao laws? Merely paper lanterns before White Tiger’s blade.”

The day of rest ended.

As dawn returned, the malevolent energy around the Fallen God Arena grew denser; the air reeked of unyielding blood and a suffocating dread.

“Seventh battle—begin!”