The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

The clone of Haotian Divine Deer went completely berserk.

Between its two gnarled antlers, a ball of light, almost platinum in color, condensed, its interior churning with destructive spiritual energy fluctuations, like a sun taking shape.

Wang Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Scatter! Everyone scatter!"

The ball of light exploded the moment he uttered his words.

Countless golden rays, as thin as hair, burst forth from the sphere of light, shooting indiscriminately in all directions like thousands of sharp swords.

Those rays of light contained the power of laws at the peak of the Heavenly Sovereign level, and each one was enough to penetrate the defenses of a Supreme Realm cultivator.

The disciples from the Eastern Region tried their best to dodge, but the beams of light were too dense and covered too wide an area.

Zhou Yanzhi was pierced through the shoulder and legs by three beams of light, and he froze on the spot as the teleportation light lit up.

Chen Yuanzhi tried to block a beam of light with the communication talisman, but the talisman shattered instantly, and the light pierced through his chest.

One by one.

Those Eastern Region disciples who had followed Wang Long in setting ambushes, fishing, and fighting side by side in the first round were now like paper candles, easily extinguished in front of this rampaging ancient spirit beast.

"King Shengzi! Help us..."

Before Zhou Yanzhi could finish speaking, his figure completely vanished into the light.

In just a few breaths, all of the dozen or so disciples from the Eastern Region were eliminated.

Only Wang Long and Ye Niannu remained on the plain.

On the Sendai, the Eastern Region spectator area was deathly silent.

The team leaders clenched their fists, their lips moved, but they couldn't utter a single word.

Someone lowered their head and rubbed their face hard.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, but the fingers behind his back had quietly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her cold face showing little emotion, but her fingers, clenched in her sleeve, were deeply embedded in her palm.

The other scenes on the Heavenly Slaughter Mirror were equally gruesome.

The annihilation of the Northern Region's army came the fastest. After its rampage, the deer-shaped clone stopped without pause. It stomped its front hooves, and golden shockwaves exploded one after another, sending the Northern Region cultivators flying like autumn leaves in the wind.

Those people tumbled, collided, and fell in the air, and the teleportation lights shone like dense raindrops.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the damage numbers in the Northern Region were completely frozen, leaving only the deer-shaped clone slowly lowering its front hooves and the empty gray-white plain.

In the northern region, the entire army was wiped out.

The situation in the southern region is slightly better, but only slightly better.

After the deer-shaped clone went berserk, they tried to organize a counterattack. More than a dozen cultivators did their best to launch a combined attack, pushing the damage number from "156" to "203".

Then there is no more.

The deer-shaped clone lowered its head, its antlers sweeping across the ground. The gnarled, silvery antlers resembled a giant scythe, tearing the carefully arranged formation of the Southern Region cultivators into pieces.

Several figures were struck by the deer antlers and flew away like kites with broken strings.

Several more teleportation beams lit up.

The leader of the Southern Region stood on the platform, his face ashen, his lips pressed into a thin line, silently watching his disciples disappear from the screen one by one.

As the last person's teleportation light faded, the scene in the Southern Region fell into complete silence.

In the southern region, the entire army was wiped out.

The Western Regions lasted longer than the Southern Regions.

Their techniques are known for their unpredictability and penetrating power. After the deer-shaped clone went berserk and Lu Chen, the Holy Son of the Western Regions, was eliminated, the remaining Western Regions cultivators quickly adjusted their tactics and stopped confronting each other head-on.

Instead, it harasses the deer-shaped clone from different angles using guerrilla tactics, attempting to deal damage during the gaps in its attacks.

This tactic did work for a while, with the damage numbers slowly climbing from "198" to "267".

However, the deer-shaped clone's perception range far exceeded their expectations.

When it stomped its front hoof for the third time, the golden shockwave covered nearly twice the area of ​​the previous two. The Western Region cultivators scattered and fled, but most of them were still caught by the shockwave.

Several more beams of teleportation light appeared.

As the last cultivator from the Western Regions disappeared, the deer-shaped clone in the scene slowly raised its head, its golden pupils devoid of any emotion, simply gazing quietly at the empty plain.

In the Western Regions, the entire army was wiped out.

On the Sendai, three of the five screens had already gone dark.

Only the screens in the Central Region and the Eastern Region remained lit.

The situation in the Central Region is equally dire. Nearly half of the nearly one hundred participants have already perished before the berserk deer-shaped clones.

Zhao Heng, Wang Qingyan, Shi Yue, Ling Feng, Yin Jiuyou, and Liu Ruyan, these holy sons and daughters, are still alive, but each of them is covered in wounds.

Zhao Heng's dark gold robe was mostly torn, and there was a deep wound on his left shoulder that exposed the bone, with blood dripping down his sleeve.

Wang Qingyan's moon-white dress was stained with mud and blood, making it impossible to see its original color. She stood behind Zhao Heng, gritting her teeth, with a broken piece of the short sword in her hand.

Shi Yue's heavy spiritual energy shield had been completely shattered. He stood at the front, empty-handed, using his body to shield his junior brothers and sisters.

Ling Feng's cyan longsword was covered in cracks. His speed was still fast, but it was no longer as fast as it used to be.

Yin Jiuyou was hidden in the shadows, with a charred burn on his shoulder. Liu Ruyan's black umbrella could no longer be opened, and several of its ribs were broken.

The remaining twenty-odd people in the Central Region are the last elites of the four major sects.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath and held the dark gold longsword horizontally in front of him. The runes flowing on the blade had dimmed considerably, but they were still emitting a faint light.

"Everyone, heed my command!"

His voice was hoarse yet steady, echoing across the gray plain.

"Stop trying to dodge. Its perception range is too wide; you can't escape. Concentrate all your strength and launch a combined attack."

Wang Qingyan suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling.

"Zhao Heng, are you crazy? With so few of us, how much damage can we do with a combined attack? What if we can't even kill it..."

"Even if we can't kill them, we'll still fight them."

Zhao Heng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

"Nearly a hundred of us from the Central Region have been eliminated, leaving only these few. If we can't even unleash a decent combined attack, even if we survive, we won't have the face to show our faces."

Wang Qingyan fell silent.

Shi Yue didn't speak, but took a step forward and stood beside Zhao Heng.

Ling Feng sheathed the cracked cyan longsword, formed hand seals, and his spiritual energy began to surge in an extremely unstable manner.

Yin Jiuyou emerged from the shadows, with Liu Ruyan standing beside him. The two exchanged a glance but remained silent.

The remaining disciples from the Central Region also stood up straight and mobilized all the remaining spiritual energy within their bodies.

Zhao Heng looked at the deer-shaped clone that was slowly turning around, took a deep breath, and poured all the spiritual power in his body into the dark golden longsword.

The runes on the blade lit up again, and the dark golden light suddenly surged like a final burst of light before death.

"kill!"