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Ye Niannu seemed not to hear those sounds. Her figure constantly darted between the attacks of the deer-shaped clone. Each sword aura landed precisely on the gaps in the scales, dealing only a few points of damage each time, but never stopping.

Wang Long did not make a move immediately.

He stood behind, his mental energy threads spreading out along the ground, capturing the rhythm of each attack from the deer-shaped clone, the gaps in the trembling of its scales, and the openings revealed when it turned around.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the opportunity that Ye Niannu would create for him.

Ye Niannu's attacks became faster and faster, her figure like a streak of emerald light, constantly changing position around the deer-shaped clone.

Every dodge was perfectly timed, and every counterattack landed precisely on the same point.

She was using all her strength to buy Wang Long that one last moment.

The deer-shaped clone was finally enraged by her continued harassment.

It suddenly stopped, lowered its head, and the blazing white-gold sphere of light once again condensed between its antlers.

That was the third time it had condensed that ball of light since it went berserk, and it was also the largest one.

The surging spiritual energy within the sphere was even more violent than the previous two times, like a sun about to go out of control.

Ye Niannu suddenly stopped.

She could sense the power contained within that ball of light; it was a devastating attack powerful enough to instantly vaporize her.

Her peach blossom eyes reflected the ever-brightening ball of light, yet a smile appeared on her lips.

She turned around abruptly and glanced in Wang Long's direction.

That glance was extremely brief, yet it carried a clear signal.

"My lord, I entrust him to you."

Then she turned around and charged toward the deer-shaped clone.

The emerald figure, like a moth drawn to a flame, rushed into the area covered by the white-gold sphere of light the instant it erupted.

The ball of light exploded.

Countless golden rays burst forth from the sphere of light, shooting indiscriminately in all directions.

Ye Niannu's figure appeared exceptionally small in the golden downpour. She swung her longsword, unleashing wave after wave of sword energy, attempting to block the deadly rays.

But there was too much light.

A ray of light pierced through her shoulder, a ray of light swept past her waist, and a ray of light brushed against her cheek.

Her figure froze in mid-air, her turquoise dress stained crimson with blood, and the golden rays left several shocking wounds on her body.

She looked down at the spreading light marks on her body, then looked up and smiled in Wang Long's direction.

The smile was light and faint, yet it carried an unwavering trust.

"My lord, I have done my best."

A beam of light surged from beneath her feet, slowly engulfing her figure.

In Wang Long's eyes, the light green figure was gradually becoming transparent, like a distant mountain swallowed by the morning mist.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out, yet Wang Long understood.

"It's up to you."

With a flash of light, Ye Niannu's figure vanished completely.

On the Sendai platform, in the Eastern Region viewing area, several team leaders suddenly stood up, some clenching their fists, others closing their eyes.

Song Tiange's fingers, which were clasped behind his back, tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, a crack finally appearing on her usually cold face. Her lips moved slightly, and a surge of light, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of ice, suddenly appeared deep within her eyes.

She didn't speak, but kept her gaze fixed on the image of the Eastern Region, on that lonely gray figure.

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

Wang Long stood there, staring at the spot where Ye Niannu had vanished, and remained silent for a moment.

His gaze was as calm as a deep pool, revealing no joy or anger, no fluctuations, simply gazing quietly at the now empty ground.

Then he raised his head and looked at the Haotian Divine Deer clone that was slowly turning around.

Its golden pupils locked onto Wang Long. Although the white-gold ball of light had dissipated, the spiritual energy storm around it was even more violent than before.

Between the antlers, a new sphere of light is slowly coalescing.

Wang Long took a deep breath and mobilized all the power within his body.

He raised his right hand, and the Celestial Palace Mark on the back of his hand suddenly lit up.

"Little Fairy".

"Master, Little Fairy is here!"

"Pour all the power of the Celestial Palace into me."

Xiao Xian'er's voice paused for a moment, then became solemn like never before.

"Master, if all the reserve power of the Celestial Palace is poured in, the Celestial Palace will fall into a slumber for at least three days, unable to open the House of Time, unable to provide any assistance, and even the storage function will be temporarily shut down."

"I know."

Wang Long's voice was calm.

"Full filling."

Xiao Xian'er remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

The moment she finished speaking, the Immortal Palace Mark on the back of Wang Long's hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling purple-gold light.

The light, like a river bursting its banks, poured out of the mark and surged wildly into his limbs and bones along his meridians.

The spiritual stone reserves accumulated in the celestial palace were all burned at this moment, transforming into the purest spiritual power to replenish every inch of his parched meridians.

The spiritual energy that had been depleted in the first round and the battle just now was being replenished at a visible rate.

Little Chick soared into the sky from his arms, its golden form rapidly expanding in the air, transforming into a nine-sky-high mythical bird.

It hovered high in the sky, its golden vertical pupils looking down at the deer-shaped clone below, and let out a clear and melodious cry.

The cry and the deer's cry from the deer-shaped clone collided in the air, like two invisible giant waves crashing together.

Little Chirp opened its beak, and a blazing, almost platinum-gold flame erupted from its mouth, cascading down like a waterfall and heading straight for the head of its deer-shaped clone.

The deer-shaped clone raised its head, its golden pupils reflecting the waterfall of flames that had descended from the sky.

It opened its mouth, and the newly formed white-gold sphere of light shot out, colliding head-on with the waterfall of flames in mid-air.

boom!!!

Two peak Heavenly Sovereign level powers exploded in mid-air, transforming into a visible shockwave of spiritual energy that swept outwards in all directions.

The shockwave ripped deep furrows into the gray-white plain, spreading outwards from the point of impact like a dense spider web.

The little chick was thrown backward by the shockwave, several golden feathers scattering in the air. It tumbled several times in the air before finally regaining its balance.

Its golden vertical pupils showed no sign of retreat. With a flap of its wings, it once again swooped down towards the deer-shaped clone.

Wang Long did not watch Xiao Qiu's battle.

His gaze remained fixed on the lighter-colored scales on the abdomen of the deer-shaped clone.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the moment that Xiao Qiu created for him.

The deer-shaped clone was forced to constantly raise its head to meet the attack from Xiao Qiu's fiery waterfall. Its attention was firmly drawn to the golden figure in the air, and the defenses on its abdomen weakened briefly with each head-raising.

The gaps in the trembling of the scales began to become more frequent, and their positions began to become more regular.

Wang Long felt the power surging from the Immortal Palace within his body rising at an unprecedented speed. His meridians were being stretched until they ached, and every inch of his flesh was enduring a spiritual energy impact far exceeding its limits.

Yet his gaze remained calm, and the golden short sword in his hand remained steady.

Once, twice, three times...

Little Chirp swooped down again, its golden claws slamming into the base of the deer-shaped clone's antlers. The deer-shaped clone swung its head violently, the antlers colliding with the claws, producing a crisp yet muffled thud.

In the instant it shook its head, a very brief gap appeared in the scales on its abdomen.

That gap was wider and clearer than ever before.

The next moment, Wang Long moved!