Night without Borders

Chapter 309 Morale Soars
Amidst a thunderous explosion, the night fog dissipated, and the majestic figure of the golden lion was sent flying backward, its beard and chest stained crimson with blood.

Under the vast sky, on the backs of countless birds of prey and flying beasts, the hunters' bodies were all taut.

The golden lion was still flying backwards and had not yet stopped its momentum. In addition to being hit by Leng Mingkong's punch, it was also accelerating itself and actively disengaging from the battlefield.

A few people knew what he was doing, but no one spoke up or stopped him.

Suddenly, the golden lion's expression changed slightly. He felt resistance coming from his back, and layers of runic ripples spread from the edge of the desert.

He realized that the legendary ancient artifact—the Heaven-Stabilizing Stake—had already taken effect, and breaking through it would be extremely difficult.

The opponent dared not fully unleash the forbidden power of the divine stake, but still temporarily sealed off all directions.

He was testing the stress, and his body was still regressing.

Leng Mingkong stood calmly and composed under the night sky, saying, "Old Lion, how long are you going to keep up this act? You can't escape today. Pretending to be severely injured only adds to the amusement!"

Golden Lion stopped. He knew he was locked on and that his opponent wouldn't give him a chance to test the pressure or break the formation. They were about to launch a thunderous attack.

At their level, they seem to be standing at opposite ends of the night sky, but this distance is still not enough for him to escape the other party's terrifying mental field.

Sure enough, Leng Mingkong arrived.

In the blink of an eye, wind and thunder surged, and the entire night sky was illuminated by the divine light emanating from his body.

Along the way, shouts of people and howls of beasts filled the air, and all the hunters retreated in terror, from the young to the old, like startled night birds spreading their wings and rushing to both sides.

Leng Mingkong hailed from the mortal realm of Yangtu and was a renowned pioneer on the path to immortality, possessing unfathomable divine power.

Along the way, there were naturally other sixth-realm experts from other races who wanted to intercept them.

However, there are more than a dozen patriarchs on the Immortal Path alone. Immediately, someone's eyes gleamed with divine light, and they locked onto the target with their spiritual light.

Leng Mingkong seemed to teleport, arriving at the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The golden lion was tall and imposing, with golden hair and beard. Now it let out a deep roar, truly resembling an old lion who had become a god, its whole body radiating golden light that illuminated the night sky.

Its sound waves transformed into tangible runes, like waves crashing against the sky. If this were in a city, such sound waves alone would be enough to cause bloodshed and devastation.

With a simple shout, Leng Mingkong immediately caused the golden runes under the night sky to be completely blocked, then become disordered, and then explode.

He stood there, facing the imposing figure wielding a spiked club as he charged forward, as calm as a figure in a painting.

With a loud roar, the desert shook violently, the wind howled, and thunder roared. The black spiked club in his hand crashed down with the power to destroy a city.

The night sky was filled with the light he emitted, turning the long night into day.

Leng Mingkong was tall and straight, with black hair reaching his waist. He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with eyes as bright as stars. He stood quietly in the void, his whole body serene.

Faced with the attack that felt like a mountain pressing down on him, his legs remained motionless. He simply raised his right arm to meet it, his index and middle fingers together, and thrust at the spiked club.

People were shaken, and even the experts of the sixth realm had solemn expressions.

This was a desperate gamble by the top brass of both sides. The first battle was crucial to the overall momentum, and Leng Mingkong dared to use only two fingers to meet the enemy, which was far too arrogant.

"Qiang!"

In the night sky, the heavy, mountain-like spiked club gleamed with a cold, dark metallic luster, yet it was held down by those two fingers and could not be pressed down.

A blinding light rose from Leng Mingkong's fingertips, causing the spiked club to tremble violently.

"You've actually mastered the legendary Immortal-Slaying Finger!" Cross-shaped marks appeared in the Golden Lion's eyes, deeply moved.

Click!
Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Leng Mingkong's pristine white fingers cracked the spiked club, which then shattered with a deafening roar, sending black metal fragments flying in all directions.

In the distance, a high-level flying beast was struck by a fragment of a spiked club and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone was shocked!

The people of the hunting civilization, in particular, felt a chill run down their spines. They had studied this old monster from the outer lands in detail, and it was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

In the Immortal's Tomb area, morale was high, and cheers resounded.

On the other side, Helian Chengyun's second volley of arrows flew out. In his youthful form, he was handsome and aloof, his crimson-gold armor radiating divine light, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

On the other side, the powerful two-headed werewolf was no match for the arrows; his shoulder exploded, leaving a bloody mess, and half of his shoulder blade flew off.

Both sides were naturally going all out in the duel, each arrow carrying a vast Daoist aura and immense pressure. The sixth-realm ancestor of the two-headed werewolf clan had already been severely injured.

Helian Chengyun stood with his bow in hand, intimidating many powerful foreign warriors in front of him.

The Buddha strode forward, his broad figure emitting heavenly light, breaking through the night mist, like a huge, blazing sun across the sky.

Someone called his name earlier, and although he hasn't said anything, his actions speak for themselves.

If the Buddha himself were to appear, he would only need to raise his fist.

The leaders of the hunting civilization couldn't help but think of the Buddha in the past. It seemed that even that old fellow was not as powerful and terrifying as the person in front of them.

Some powerful members of other races have wavered in their beliefs, realizing that their journey to the east was a grave mistake.

At this moment, a powerful giant who had integrated into the nomadic civilization stepped forward. His physique was as tall, strong, and fierce as a mountain, casting a large shadow in the desert and bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sixth-realm expert of the giant race stepped forward, causing the desert to tremble. Then, his blood energy surged, forming a crimson glow around him that radiated into the void, impacting even the distant spectators.

Above his head, the dark clouds were churning, his blood energy stirring up the celestial phenomena.

Without uttering a word, the Buddha appeared before them in a flash.

The two took action almost at the same time.

The giant followed the path of the Giant Spirit God, his blood energy mixed with divine power, making the night sky seem to explode. His fists were powerful and thunderous. When his fists came down, it was like a mountain falling, huge, terrifying, and full of blood energy, making people tremble with fear.

The Buddha's body appeared much smaller than his, yet it completely blocked his opponent's attack. In front of his fist, boundless and unstoppable heavenly light emanated.

The moment their fists clashed, they both soared into the air, and with a thunderous roar, the dark clouds in the sky were shattered by the light of their fists.

Many people felt a pang in their hearts and involuntarily took a step back.

"Roar!" The giant roared, his blood energy surging and his divine power burning. He was like a god rising with crimson clouds, incredibly brave, and every move he made was a wonder of the world.

The Buddha remained calm and composed, continuously delivering powerful punches.

People saw large amounts of blood splattered, and the sixth-realm powerhouse—the Giant Ancestor—had a look of pain on his face, with flesh and blood peeling off his right hand.

During the exchange of blows, he was unable to withstand the attack of the Buddha, whose size was far inferior to his own. His right hand trembled, covered in blood, and some of his fingers had exposed bone.

In their first encounter, the Immortal Path and the New Life Path held a significant advantage, which boosted everyone's confidence, and many of the young disciples were extremely excited.

"The patriarchs have deceived us so badly!" someone couldn't help but say at this moment.

Today, their mood truly experienced a rollercoaster ride.

Some even wept with joy, feeling as if they had ascended from hell to heaven.

In fact, someone mentioned the fact that the patriarch had killed the mirage immortal thirty-four years ago a month ago. Obviously, not everyone was kept in the dark and had any awareness of it.

After the mirage incense is lit, the scene is fake, but some of the energy fluctuations are not illusory; the celestial light, immortal runes, and so on are all real external projections.

Earlier today, the masters were stretching their muscles and arms, preparing for the final battle, while others were polishing their weapons and testing their skills.

"My tears were shed in vain," someone said, their eyes red.

Immediately, a disciple personally taught by the patriarch glared at him, as if to say, "You really hope the patriarch passes away?"

An ancestor calmly spoke: "It's good to experience more despair. When we were pioneering the land and fighting against gods and immortals, the real predicaments our predecessors encountered were far more terrifying and bloody than the mental journey you just went through. Let us be tempered. I brought you out here not to admire the scenery of foreign lands, but to get yourselves stained with blood, to cross the line between life and death, and to see your true selves."

Many people nodded, wiped their weapons, took out their rare treasures, and stared at the dense swarms of raptors and flying beasts in the night sky, all of whom were their opponents.

"So it turns out that the all-knowing passersby were all masters!" someone exclaimed.

At that moment, a thunderous sound came from the night sky ahead, as the founders of the Immortal Path, the Esoteric School, and the New Life Path shouted at the same time.

"Today's battle will decide the fate of the world; we will utterly annihilate our opponents!"

In the Immortal Tomb territory, whether they were young disciples, young adults, or renowned elders and grandmasters, they all roared together: "Let's settle this battle and wipe out our opponents!"

In an instant, flying swords soared into the sky, magical artifacts resounded, rare treasures flew across the sky, and the clanging sound of armor vibrating was incessant.

At this moment, even the teenagers who had never experienced such a grand scene were filled with excitement.

"Bone-revealing mirror, raise!"

Some patriarchs shouted, and one after another, precious mirrors shot into the sky, hanging high in the air, shining towards the opposite side, revealing any figure with terrifying internal energy.

The patriarch is screening out the experts in the sixth realm; those will all be their opponents.

Sure enough, some alien ancestors were hiding among the young knights, trying to slip through the cracks, but now they had nowhere to hide.

In an instant, sunlight pierced through the thick dark clouds, divine power shredded the desert ahead, and celestial lotuses bloomed layer upon layer in the void.

The founders of the New Life Path, the Esoteric School, and the Immortal Path fought their way through the heavens and the earth, each locking onto their target.

The world ahead seemed to be torn apart, blinding light shone through, and the entire space-time seemed to be distorted and collapsing.

A full-scale battle between grandmasters has erupted!
As for the overwhelming number of birds of prey and flying beasts, they all fled the main battlefield, fearing they would be caught in the storm of the sixth-realm powerhouses' duel.

Some alien ancestors insisted on avoiding battle. If they escaped into the ranks of young knights, these descendants were destined for a terrible fate, exploding in the brilliant afterglow.

The patriarchs of each path looked serious, showing no signs of underestimating their opponents. The opposing hunting civilization had incorporated several races, and the number of sixth-realm experts they had gathered was quite considerable, approaching twenty.

"Our ancestors are incredibly brave and have set an example for us. It's our turn to strike!" the Grandmasters shouted.

They also used the bone-revealing mirror to shine light on the densely packed figures on the mounts.

"kill!"

Outside the main battlefield, Grandmasters launch their attack.

The young men behind shouted: "Break through the boundary between life and death, see your true self, and temper your path with blood and fire!"

"The time has come to defend against the enemy and make a name for ourselves!" Elders encouraged the young people, telling them that after the war, those who had made contributions would be rewarded with secret manuals, great medicines, and rare treasures.

At this moment, morale here is at its peak.

Even Qin Ming, Xiao Wu, Xiang Yiwu and others were already filled with excitement and began to charge forward, looking for suitable opponents!

"Do you have any diamond fruit?" Qin Ming shouted.

"Yes!" a senior colleague actually responded seriously.

Xiang Yiwu, like a young Buddha, had heavenly light shooting up from his body, and shouted, "Seniors, you must prepare at least three Vajra Fruits!"

Wu Yaozu's short hair shone brightly as he roared, "We also need the sap of the Vajra Tree!"

"As long as you perform beyond the curriculum, you can have anything!" an old man laughed heartily.

Even during this tense moment of battle, they were still interacting and laughing, which immediately infected many people around them.

(End of this chapter)