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He roared and charged out first.

The dark golden blade light, like a bolt of lightning traversing the plains, carried all of Zhao Heng's power and slammed into the neck of the deer-shaped clone.

Immediately following, Wang Qingyan's moon-white sword energy, Shi Yue's bare-handed fist wind, Ling Feng's cyan palm print, Yin Jiuyou's dark short dagger, Liu Ruyan's umbrella-bone hidden weapon, and the other Central Region disciples' all-out attacks all landed on the deer-shaped clone at the same time.

boom!!!

That was the strongest blow the deer-shaped clone had suffered since it went berserk.

Violent ripples spread across the surface of the golden scales, radiating outwards from their point of impact and causing the surrounding scales to tremble slightly. The deer-shaped clone's body shuddered violently, and for the first time, a different expression appeared in its golden pupils.

It took a step back.

Then it lowered its head, swept its antlers horizontally, and a golden beam of light gushed out from its mouth.

Zhao Heng was swept by the aftershock of the beam of light. His dark gold longsword flew out of his hand, and he was sent flying backward, tumbling several times in the air before crashing to the ground.

He struggled to get up, only to find that his spiritual power was completely exhausted, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Wang Qingyan was struck on the shoulder by the deer antlers and spun out of the air. The teleportation light had already lit up before she landed.

Shi Yue withstood the direct impact of the beam of light. His body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

A beam of light surged from beneath his feet, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Ling Feng's speed saved his life at that moment; he barely avoided the core area of ​​the pillar of light, but the aftershock shattered his last bit of spiritual power. The teleportation light shone.

Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan vanished into the shadows simultaneously, but the deer-shaped clone's perception range was too vast; a shockwave precisely covered the location where the two were hiding. Two teleportation beams lit up at the same time.

One by one.

The last twenty or so people in the Central Region were completely engulfed by the counterattack of the deer-shaped clone after this final combined attack.

When Zhao Heng's teleportation light dissipated, the damage number in the Central Region stopped at "647".

In the Central Region, the entire army was wiped out.

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

Only the Eastern Region area remained lit up.

In the scene, Wang Long and Ye Niannu stand side by side on the gray-white plain, while the avatar of the Haotian Divine Deer slowly turns around, its golden pupils gazing at them.

On the Sendai, discussions surged like a tidal wave.

"The Central Region was completely wiped out, but the damage was fixed at 647, which is more than 200 higher than the Eastern Region's 387."

"There are only two people left in the Eastern Region. Even if Wang Long and Ye Niannu are incredibly skilled, can the two of them deal more than two hundred damage?"

"Difficult! The previous wave of over 300 damage in the Eastern Region was achieved by more than a dozen people working together. Now there are only two people left, so their output capability has been reduced by at least half."

"Moreover, that deer has gone berserk, and its attack frequency and intensity are far greater than before. Wang Long and Ye Niannu not only have to deal damage, but also dodge its attacks, which has increased the difficulty several times over."

"This round, the top spot in the Central Region is secure."

The leader of the Southern Region let out a long breath, his tone carrying a complex sense of relief.

"Although the Central Region was completely wiped out, the damage was still significant, at 647. The two people from the Eastern Region could not possibly catch up with them."

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the scene in the Eastern Region, and remained silent for a moment.

"Dongyu's performance this round has been amazing enough. They crushed the first place team with 48 points in the first round. If they can maintain second place in the second round, their overall score will still be first. But just looking at this round..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.

The leader of the Northern Region gave a wry smile.

"Our entire Northern Region army was wiped out, but we only suffered a little over a hundred casualties. The Eastern Region can at least get second place, which is much better than us."

In the Eastern Region spectator area, the faces of several team leaders were so grim they could drip water.

Someone clenched their fist and muttered something under their breath.

"Six hundred and forty-seven... It would take two people dealing two hundred and sixty damage to surpass the Central Region. Is that even possible?"

"Wang Long and Ye Niannu's attack power is indeed strong, but the opponent is a berserk peak Heavenly Supreme Spirit Beast. It's good enough that they can protect themselves."

"Is this really the end for us?"

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, but the fingers behind his back had been loosening and clenching repeatedly.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang's gaze fell on the Eastern Region image. Her cold face showed little emotion, but her fingers, clenched in her sleeve, were deeply embedded in her palms, her nails almost piercing her skin.

She didn't speak, she just watched quietly.

On the battlefield, on that gray-white plain in the eastern region.

Wang Long stood beside Ye Niannu, his gaze calmly fixed on the Haotian Divine Deer clone that was slowly turning around.

Its golden pupils were like two blazing suns, and the luster on its scales was several times brighter than before. The spiritual energy storm surrounding its body distorted the surrounding air into visible ripples.

Ye Niannu gripped the emerald longsword in her hand and glanced at Wang Long.

There was no fear or worry in her peach blossom eyes, only a calm and unwavering trust.

"My lord, the damage in the Central Region has been frozen at 647."

"Um."

Wang Long nodded, his gaze never leaving the deer-shaped clone.

"We are still short 260."

Ye Niannu nodded slightly and held the long sword horizontally in front of her.

"It's not impossible for two people to take on 260."

As she spoke, she suddenly chuckled, her tone slightly playful.

"But my lord, you must promise me one thing."

Wang Long turned his head to look at her.

"What?"

"After this round, win or lose, you have to cook me a nice meal."

Wang Long looked at her bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes and smiled.

"it is good."

Ye Niannu nodded in satisfaction, then turned her gaze back to the deer-shaped clone. The smile in her peach blossom eyes slowly faded, replaced by a clear and sharp focus.

"Then let's go."

She was the first to move.

Its emerald-green form, like a flowing stream, traced a sharp line across the greyish-white plain.

The longsword in her hand drew an elegant arc in the air, and a solid and sharp sword aura flowed out from the tip of the sword like water, accurately stabbing towards the gap in the scales on the neck of the deer-shaped clone.

The deer-shaped clone moved.

Its perception range far exceeded Ye Niannu's prediction. Just as her sword energy was about to touch the scales, it turned around, its golden pupils locking onto her location.

The antlers swept horizontally, and the golden arc of light, like a giant scythe, slashed towards Ye Niannu at the waist.

Ye Niannu's figure suddenly twisted in mid-air, like a willow leaf blown aside by the wind, barely avoiding the golden arc of light.

But the deer-shaped clone's attack did not end there. It stomped its front hoof, and a golden shockwave exploded from under its hoof, sweeping out in all directions.

Ye Niannu was struck by the edge of the shockwave, her body momentarily still, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She gritted her teeth and steadied herself, flipping her longsword and unleashing another slash of sword energy.

The sword energy landed on the scales on the deer-shaped clone's abdomen, leaving a faint white mark.

On the Heavenly Slaughter Mirror, the damage numbers for the Eastern Region jumped.

"387" became "391".

Only four o'clock.

On the Sendai, someone whispered something.

"Four points... that little bit of damage is nowhere near enough to catch up with the Central Region."