Chapter 928: When Spring Flowers Bloom, Part 2

"How long have we been fighting?"

"I don't know."

"Have we reached our limit?"

"Perhaps..."

"Losing one arm is still a major hindrance. Too bad—we were just short of the final bit..."

"If the Creator Immortal had been a little more diligent, it would've been better."

The voice grew fainter, but Jun Weizhi refused to accept it, struggling to lift his head.

The thousand-zhang monster was covered in wounds, several massive gashes nearly splitting it in half. Of its dozen pairs of slender limbs, less than half remained; its body was riddled with countless punctures and scars, its breath rising and falling erratically, hanging by a single thread before death.

Most importantly, after countless attacks, they had pinpointed its spiritual pivot—strike it, and the monster could truly be killed. But...

Jun Weizhi sighed again, then his entire body was flung upward.

At this moment, he was impaled on one of the monster’s limbs, his left leg the only one left—his arms and right leg had vanished. A massive wound gaped across his chest and abdomen; the limb’s tip had pierced through his back and emerged from his chest, still smeared with fragments of internal organs.

Jun Weizhi’s breath had sunk to its lowest point; his eyes were half-closed, preparing to sink into deep sleep, when a faint glow flashed over his body, granting him a sliver more life.

Jun Weizhi opened his eyes and saw Fuyao darting across the ground, dodging the descending limbs. Sweat drenched her forehead; she gritted her teeth and sprinted, then raised both hands—another faint glow flashed over Du Gu Cangqiong, who was also impaled on a limb, pulled back from the gates of death.

"You... run away..." Jun Weizhi murmured, but his voice was so faint he could barely hear it himself.

On the ground lay the corpses of many cultivators; Long Wushuang’s body had been split open, with only scraps of skin connecting his upper and lower halves.

Han Li was also impaled on a limb, his head perpetually bowed, alive or dead, no one could tell.

Fuyao had already torn a rift in the air, half her body already through it—but she turned back, glanced at those impaled on the limbs, and charged back, sealing the rift forever with a single motion.

Yet she was not skilled in combat, possessing only the ability to save lives, not to kill. Still, she gritted her teeth and held on, unsure what she was clinging to. The outcome was already sealed; as her spiritual power dwindled to nothing, she would inevitably die beneath the monster’s claws.

Jun Weizhi sighed, unable to bear watching her anymore. He, who prided himself on unmatched computational prowess, could not fathom what this woman thought. They had known each other only briefly; she had already escaped—why return to die?

The intervals between Fuyao’s life-restoring boosts grew longer, the amount of life restored dwindled, and eventually, the life she granted carried a faint tinge of blood.

Darkness gradually enveloped Jun Weizhi’s consciousness, as if the end of the world itself was calling.

At that moment, Jun Weizhi inexplicably stirred, regaining clarity. He sensed a sudden spark of life within him—its origin unknown.

But Jun Weizhi’s reflexes were unmatched among mortals; his peripheral vision caught Han Li—his body too now showed signs of life, and the thousand-zhang monster seemed slightly weaker.

In the flash of an instant, Jun Weizhi activated his Dao technique, detonating his last remaining leg as an offering, channeling its sacrifice into his eyes to pierce through the monster’s spiritual pivot, then marked it with his spiritual sense and ignited it.

Han Li also awoke at that moment, without hesitation, launched his final life-force sword straight at the mark—it pierced the monster’s spiritual pivot!

The monster let out an agonizing, ear-splitting shriek, flinging all those impaled on its limbs, thrashing wildly with its limbs, its massive body rolling uncontrollably until it slowly curled into a ball.

As they were thrown clear, Jun Weizhi and Han Li exchanged a glance—each saw the same question in the other’s eyes: just moments ago, they had lamented being just short of the final strength to kill the monster, yet now, at the last moment, a sliver of life had appeared—was this coincidence?

If it were coincidence, why had the monster suddenly weakened?

Before they could make sense of it, both collapsed onto the muddy earth, nearly fainting.

In the Polluted Hall, Wei Yuan suddenly cried out: "My Yuan power! Why has it vanished all of a sudden?! Who—who cut off my Yuan power?!"

The temperature in the hall surged violently; a bookshelf burst into flame and turned to ash in an instant. Fires erupted everywhere in the hall, flames of varying colors; weak points in the formation burned through in moments, and pillars of fire from the array blasted directly into the hall.