Chapter 790: Self-Destruction

Boom! Boom!

The two forces collided with a ravaging intensity, the entire void seemingly dimming, and the endless, unleashed power scattered in all directions.

Those nearby, whether Human Race cultivators or Demon Race, were almost instantly torn into shreds.

Crack!

As the slowly venting power dissipated, one could see that the originally crimson-gold Vermilion Bird True Spirit, its Chi Yu and sharp claws, had all fractured in several places.

Although it was not a physical entity, it was clear that in this state, it had been heavily struck.

On the other side, the demonic energy surrounding the Ren Shui Gu Mo had also dissipated by more than half.

"Haha! Come again!"

With a laugh filled with rage, the Ren Shui Gu Mo pressed forward once more, continuously battering the Vermilion Bird True Spirit; the Human Race cultivators below were each in a miserable state, and the low-level cultivators, in particular, died and vanished under these repeated impacts.

In the blink of an eye, over a million had perished.

At this moment, human life appeared so fragile.

Yet not a single person retreated; as soon as one died, another immediately rushed up.

The Vermilion Bird True Spirit could not be lost; otherwise, they would never be able to hold back the maddened Ren Shui Lao Mo.

Only by utilizing the power of the Vermilion Bird True Spirit could they temporarily block the Ren Shui Gu Mo, preventing him from attacking Zhuque Dao with his full strength.

Only in this way could Zhuque Dao manage to survive.

The great battle was dark and chaotic, with neither side retreating.

The battle between the Vermilion Bird True Spirit and the Ren Shui Lao Mo seemed to have entered its final moments, the aura of both sides growing increasingly weak.

Yet the battle between them was also becoming increasingly intense.

By the end, the entire form of the Vermilion Bird True Spirit had shrunk several times over, and the demonic energy surrounding the Ren Shui Lao Mo had completely vanished.

In the end, he was fighting bare-chested with his Fleshly Body.

The Fleshly Body of the Demon Race is also quite formidable.

However, fighting until now, the Ren Shui Gu Mo also had many wounds appearing on his body, and his aura was weakening more and more.

The Vermilion Bird True Spirit, even if its strength was inferior to his, was after all a lifeless object, relying entirely on the Human Race cultivators to drive the Array.

And those Human Race cultivators had also turned ruthless; such a mutually destructive method of fighting was worth it, even if it meant shattering the Vermilion Bird True Spirit.

In reality, as long as the opponent was repelled, even if the Vermilion Bird True Spirit were truly shattered, it could be slowly restored through nourishment.

After all, it was just a lifeless object; as long as there were sufficient resources, it would recover quickly.

Every time there was a great battle, the Human Race would act ruthlessly and would not hesitate to do so.

As long as the array base of the Four Symbols Great Array was not destroyed, the Four Symbols would not disappear.

Therefore, they did not care; as long as this demon was heavily wounded, or even if they could perish together with the opponent, that would be a good thing for Zhuque Dao.

Without a Primordial Spirit Stage demon, even if the army were large, they had enough confidence to hold them off, even if the final price paid was great.

But as long as they could defend Zhuque Zhendi, a large loss was no problem; when the great battle ended, surely ten thousand years would be enough for them to slowly recover.

Therefore, when Chu Feiyu and the others were willing to sacrifice themselves to heavily strike the Ren Shui Lao Mo, the remaining high-level figures of Zhuque Dao also had the intention of fighting to the death.

They wanted to use the price of shattering the Vermilion Bird to force a desperate, mutually destructive outcome with that Ren Shui Gu Mo.

It just so happened that the Ren Shui Lao Mo was fighting the Vermilion Bird True Spirit hand-to-hand like a madman, which gave them even more hope.

"Everyone, what do you think about having the Vermilion Bird True Spirit self-destruct?"

"Use this to heavily wound, or even perish together with the opponent."

Bai Qiansu suddenly proposed; as a female cultivator, and a Nascent Soul Stage late-stage female cultivator at that, she was rare in the cultivation world.

However, no one had ever underestimated this person; she and Bai Wuxuan were of the same clan.

The Ding'an Bai Clan was the number one Cultivation Family of the Donghai Immortal Alliance, with thirty-eight Nascent Soul Stage cultivators alone.

Among them, there were ten in the late Nascent Soul Stage, and two Great Perfection cultivators who had the chance to break through to the Primordial Spirit Stage.

And Bai Qiansu, as a late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, was not only powerful in combat but was also a Fifth-Grade High-Rank Formation Master.

Her prestige in the Donghai Xiuxianjie was also renowned.

At this moment, she was replacing Bai Wuxuan; of course, it was not because of her cultivation level, as there was one other person among the ten driving the Vermilion Bird True Spirit whose cultivation was higher than hers.

But as a Fifth-Grade Formation Master, she was the most suitable person to be the main controller of the array, even more so than the previous Bai Wuxuan.

Furthermore, thanks to her, the Vermilion Bird True Spirit's strength had not dropped much during the recent battle.

After all, the ten new people they had brought in were, to be honest, relatively weaker than Bai Wuxuan and his group.

"If the Vermilion Bird True Spirit self-destructs and can perish together with that Ren Shui Lao Mo, that would be a good thing, right?"

"But is it possible?"

Someone raised a question, not out of opposition, but out of worry that once the Vermilion Bird True Spirit self-destructed, the Ren Shui Gu Mo might not die.

If they lost the trump card of the Vermilion Bird True Spirit, how would they hold off the Ren Shui Lao Mo then?

If the Vermilion Bird True Spirit self-destructed, it would certainly be impossible to recover in a short time.

If the Ren Shui Lao Mo recovered his strength first, or even if he didn't need to fully recover and only needed to regain a few fractions of his strength, it would be a disaster for Zhuque Zhendi.

In reality, everyone present had their doubts, as they had no certainty, and the consequences were also very serious.

"Everyone, even if we don't fight to the death, this Vermilion Bird True Spirit won't last long; looking at that Ren Shui Lao Mo's fierce appearance, he clearly intends to shatter the Vermilion Bird True Spirit."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for much longer; the strength of the Vermilion Bird True Spirit is ultimately a few degrees weaker than his."

Seeing this, Bai Qiansu understood everyone's concerns; she herself was also worried about this point—once they failed to perish together with the Ren Shui Lao Mo, then their Zhuque Dao would be in danger.

Of course, they would certainly be able to heavily wound that old demon, but when the opponent would recover was an unknown.

Perhaps a year, perhaps ten years, perhaps a lifetime.

If it were the latter, that would be fine, but if it were the first two, then it would be very dangerous for Zhuque Dao.

Unless, before the old demon recovered, Zhuque Dao had a Primordial Spirit Stage cultivator sitting in command; even if their cultivation was not as high as the old demon's, it would be fine, as they could rely on the Great Array to barely defend Zhuque Dao even without the Vermilion Bird True Spirit.

As long as Zhuque Dao is held, that will be enough.

The key is whether a Primordial Spirit Stage cultivator can be stationed at Zhuque Dao at that time; counting on the Xuanwu Zhendi and the other three great arrays is impossible.

Those three positions all have Primordial Spirit Stage members of the Demon Race, and there is more than one Primordial Spirit Stage Demon Race member at each; their pressure is no less than that of Zhuque Zhendi.

Especially at Xuanwu Zhendi, which faces nearly half of the Demon Race army invading Yuanyang Jie, the casualties there are often the most severe.

Everyone fell silent at once; the situation before them was indeed extremely difficult, leaving them in a dilemma.

No matter which option is chosen, it requires a gamble; if the gamble is won, it is fine, but once the gamble is lost, the situation will become uncontrollable.

No one dared to make a decision lightly.