Chapter 692

Whoosh— a sound rang.

Below an extremely deep canyon, a layer of faint clear light sprayed out along the cracks of the rubble.

Chunks of stone of various sizes slowly rose, flew up from the canyon into the sky, then silently turned to dust.

His lower half completely vanished, his upper half revealing bones everywhere, Linghu Qingqing's indestructible heart lamp atop his head, his whole body trembling as he flew up from the canyon. His body trembled violently, the broken bones of his upper half striking each other, making a 'crack-crack' sound.

Around Linghu Qingqing, seventy-six God Realm Elders surrounded him.

Each severely wounded, more than half on the brink of death.

These are the only survivors of the Qingqiu God State, including Linghu Qingqing, totaling seventy-seven people.

All were God Realm Elders; the other participating half-step God Realm experts, including Linghu Qingqing's second son Linghu Gu and the dozens of his most outstanding descendants, all perished.

Linghu Qingqing gave a grim smile.

Two streams of old tears continuously streamed down his cheeks.

The Linghu clan, including him, had only nine God Realm Elders survive.

The other Qingqiu general clans, about ninety percent of them lost hope, their God Realm Elders all fell in this battle.

Recalling before entering the duel battlefield, the Qingqiu God State's hidden God Realm strength from every household amounted to over two thousand God Realm Elders, with more than sixty thousand half-step God Realm family elites—a most flourishing scene.

Among those elders were Linghu Qingqing's longtime friends, close confidants, and even Gongyang Sanlü, a longtime rival.

But in this battle, they were all gone.

Oh, no, Gongyang Sanlü…

Linghu Qingqing looked toward the crowd behind him, Gongyang Sanlü also mixed in the crowd; what angered Linghu Qingqing was that Gongyang Sanlü had suffered only some trivial light wounds, merely a chop to the chest by some elder of the Great Wu God State with an axe.

Compared to Linghu Qingqing's horrific injury of only half a body remaining.

No, that's not right……

Beside Gongyang Sanlü, twelve God Realm Elders still stood.

The Gongyang clan's surviving God Realm Elders, plus Gongyang Sanlü himself, actually still numbered thirteen.

While the Linghu clan had only nine survivors.

The other great general clans together still had fifty-five God Realm Elders survive.

Linghu Qingqing stared fixedly at Gongyang Sanlü.

Gongyang Sanlü stared fixedly at Linghu Qingqing.

Suddenly, the eight Linghu Elders behind Linghu Qingqing shouted in unison, and beside each appeared an innate spiritual treasure of state-level divine artifact grade. Although in the earlier great explosion all eight treasures were violently shaken, their power reduced by more than half.

But now, everyone is heavily wounded, their mana nearly exhausted; a few state-level divine artifact treasures indeed have the qualification to dominate everything.

Gongyang Sanlü's eyes suddenly shifted; he said in a deep voice, 'Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to Your Majesty…'

Taking a deep breath, Gongyang Sanlü bowed deeply to Linghu Qingqing: 'At this moment, if Your Majesty still doubts my loyalty, I truly…'

Whoosh— a sound rang from dozens of li away, the noise from a rubble beach easing the embarrassment between Linghu Qingqing and Gongyang Sanlü. Figures exuding a domineering aura struggled to rise from the rubble, one, two, three… ten, eleven, twelve…

In total, twenty-seven God Realm Elders of the Great Wu God State struggled out from the rubble.

They were the main force that had just fought Wu Ba to the death; being closest to Wu Ba, when Wu Ba detonated himself, the Great Wu God State's elders suffered the heaviest losses.

Of the roughly four thousand Great Wu God State God Realm Elders and tens of thousands of half-step God Realm elites, only these twenty-seven severely wounded survived.

The twenty-seven had just risen when, with a 'wah,' twelve of them vomited blood simultaneously, their bodies swaying and collapsing to the ground; only fifteen could truly stand upright by their own strength.

On Linghu Qingqing's side, there were seventy-seven surviving God Realm Elders.

On the Great Wu God State side, including Wu Ba, many Wu family elders died in battle; only a dozen or so Wu family elders survived, together with a dozen or so elders from general clans whom the Wu family usually treated as servants.

Seventy-seven versus twenty-seven.

However, these Great Wu God State God Realm Elders can still continue to pray for the power of the Ten-Directions Slaughter Armor.

Linghu Qingqing and his group have little strength left; once the Great Wu God State's elders receive the blessing of the Ten-Directions Slaughter Armor, the balance of power will surely shift, making their victory highly probable.

'Damn, damn it…' a weak voice came from a deeper pit farther away.

Threads of ink qi sprayed from the pit; the ink qi swirled in the air and instantly turned into a splashed-ink landscape scroll. Faintly, within the mountains, hills, and clouds, flickering silhouettes could be seen.

The next moment, the scroll shattered, and nearly a thousand figures tumbled out from it.

The Great Wei God State had 239 God Realm Elders survive, and 1,479 half-step God Realm elites from various clans survive.

Without doubt, the Great Wei's overall cultivation strength far surpasses that of Great Wu and Qingqiu.

At the instant Wu Ba self-destructed, these Great Wei elders joined forces to protect themselves; formations, talismans, prohibitions, and various esoteric arts combined, taking the Ma family's painting method as core, they forcibly opened a small world within a scroll.

Over a thousand people, all hid within this small world.

Wu Ba's self-destruction nearly shattered this small world, but it ultimately survived.

The countless rare treasures composing this small world were instantly burned to ash in the moment of the explosion, yet this small world sheltered the Great Wei strongmen, allowing them to survive, and moreover they retained considerable strength.

Of the 239 Great Wei elders, many were wounded, but most were lightly injured, and furthermore about half of them didn't even have a single hair harmed.

Indeed… in the desperate fight against Wu Ba earlier, the main force was those body cultivators.

These Great Wei spellcaster elders, the farther they fled, the farther from the battlefield, the lower their chance of injury naturally became.

The three states, once again standing in tripartite balance.

In terms of strength, the Great Wu God State holds a faint advantage.

In numbers, the Great Wei God State possesses an absolute advantage.

As for Linghu Qingqing and his group, aside from having a few state-level divine artifacts, they see no advantage at all.

'Qingqing, we're probably going to die here.' Gongyang Sanlü heaved a deep sigh: 'All my life I've schemed endlessly, but now it seems… in this world, tricks are useless; only mighty fists rule.'

Linghu Qingqing angrily snapped: 'Stop the nonsense… quickly think of a way; my divine reign is going well, I don't want to die here.'

Linghu Qingqing flew into a rage.

Gongyang Sanlü gave a light cough, then said leisurely: 'There's something I still want to say to you… after all, we've been friends and foes for a lifetime, the Gongyang and Linghu clans have been entangled in grudges for who knows how many years… seeing that we might all die here, if I don't say this, my heart won't be at ease.'

All three sides had elders busy taking medicine to heal wounds; for a moment no one spoke.

Linghu Qingqing impatiently looked at Gongyang Sanlü: "Speak quickly if you have something to say… fart quickly if you have gas!"

Gongyang Sanlü took a deep breath and quickly said: "Silver Fish Child is my adopted daughter… one of them!"