Night without Borders

Chapter 313 The Battle of Fate Comes to an End
The long night turned crimson.

In the main battlefield, the powerhouses of the sixth realm began to wither away.

"A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river. Could the magnificent scenery beyond the Great Wall described by the ancients refer to a grand battle between masters of the highest order?" someone exclaimed.

Many more people were shocked and remained silent.

The crimson "smoke" shot into the sky and then exploded, like a fiery red divine flower in full bloom.

As for the originally dark and heavy clouds, they had long since been shattered, and the endless sky was stained with blood-red light, like the return of the sunset that had disappeared for thousands of years.

Many people were on edge, watching the core battle zone. In just a short time, at least six or seven legendary figures fell one after another.

In that desolate red light, a huge, strange bird spread its wings, wanting to soar into the sky and fly away, but it could not break free from the shackles of this world, as all four directions were sealed off.

Someone threw a long, blue spear, which distorted space and caught up from behind, piercing the sky.

In the "sunset," its feathers fluttered, each piece stained with blood. This sixth-realm powerhouse wailed, the ancestor of the hunting civilization shedding endless blood, unable to fly.

"The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together, the autumn water blends with the sky. Could this also be depicting the scene of a grandmaster's blood staining the sky? It is truly a poignant and beautiful sight." The earlier person sighed again.

Who could appreciate such a perverse beauty? Many people turned their heads and saw the dangerous mausoleum, with an old woman sitting on a grave mound, her teeth all gone.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. She didn't look like a normal person at all. When did this expert arrive? The area was sealed off. Why was she sitting on a grave?

At the critical moment, from all directions, twelve of the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Divine Pillars shot out celestial light, and twelve celestial flames landed on the grave. The old woman sighed, her body twisted and blurred by the fire, before dissipating, and the last glimmer of light disappeared into the grave.

Clearly, the ancestors set up this powerful weapon not only to seal the heavens and earth, but also to prevent trouble from happening in the immortal tombs.

Many people shuddered. The great battle here was very complex. Even though the fateful showdown with the nomadic civilization was coming to an end, they could not be careless.

"I will fight with you!"

In the night sky, a powerful figure, like a lion, roared, divine light shooting from every pore of his body. His essence, energy, and blood boiled, expanding in all directions and covering the world.

Golden Lion, one of the leaders of the Hunting Civilization, wanted to destroy everything and drag an opponent down with him.

However, with so many patriarchs from the Immortal Path, the Path of Rebirth, and the Esoteric School present, how could he possibly get his way?
The sound of chanting arose, and intricate patterns spread across the night sky. His pupils widened, and he froze, his energy and spirit stagnating.

Then, he saw Leng Mingkong point out with a finger across the sky, as if a beam of light from beyond the realm had fallen.

"Ah..." the golden lion screamed in agony as the beam of light shattered his brow.

Then, Leng Mingkong unleashed the Immortal Slaying Finger technique, and in the night sky, it seemed as if one immortal sword after another flew out, crisscrossing and intertwining to form a net of light.

The golden lion was pierced and cut apart, even his mental field was being shattered. No matter how many times he reassembled himself, it was useless. He was repeatedly crushed and finally obliterated.

A faint golden mist of blood burst forth, like a crimson hurricane sweeping across the sky.

In the distance, runes inscribed on the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Stakes flickered, drawing in the blood mist that filled the sky, making the stakes even more crystalline, translucent, and mysterious.

Someone whispered, "Using war to sustain war, and refining the divine pillar—this is the only safest way to use this forbidden object."

Golden Lion was one of the high-ranking leaders of the hunter-gatherer civilization. His death in battle was nothing short of a psychological storm for the other hunter-gatherers, who sensed that the end was nigh.

The two-headed werewolf struggled in the night sky, his body riddled with arrow wounds. He tried to repair his body multiple times, but some wounds simply wouldn't heal.

Helian Chengyun fired his final arrow, which, like a divine rainbow, shattered the ancestor of the two-headed werewolf clan. This time, the old wolf was unable to reappear.

Even a powerful master like him has limited capacity for consciousness reorganization in a short period of time. He had already been killed many times before letting out a final, mournful wolf howl in the desert and finally perishing.

The howl, filled with despair, made many young hunters sway, and then, in a moment of utter despair, their morale plummeted to rock bottom.

In the battlefield of the patriarchs, success or failure is determined by life and death.

An elderly man with black hair, one of the leaders of the hunter-gatherer civilization, was torn to pieces and wanted to self-destruct so that his opponents would also suffer.

However, he found that doing so was in vain.

A soul-sustaining bell fell, covering him. His mind seemed to be frozen, no longer active, and he stood there numbly.

An elderly man from the esoteric sect stood on a black altar in the void, solemnly performing a ritual to appease his opponent...

"what……"

The black-haired leader of the nomadic civilization only realized this at the last moment. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. He watched as his life force was drained, and then he appeared on the black altar, burning fiercely.

The giant roared and transformed into a giant spirit god, as if he wanted to tear this world apart. However, although he had the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, he did not have the supreme strength to look down on the world.

He was repeatedly blasted apart by the heavenly light poured down by the Buddha of this world, and even his spiritual field collapsed multiple times before he died completely. A large amount of blood mist drifted toward the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Divine Pillars.

In the desert, a rope covered with golden runes shot into the night sky, where a sixth-realm blue-eyed hunter was bound and captured alive.

On the other side, Lu Zizai took action, honing his fist skills in the Ancestral Master Battlefield, and exploring and perfecting his own new system.

"You..." His opponent was a feathered serpent at the sixth realm, and he was shocked and furious. He felt that his opponent was not even a Grandmaster, yet he had already managed to injure him. This was an utter disgrace to him. Was he going to be defeated by a Grandmaster?

Its massive, dragon-like body coiled into a mountain in the void before suddenly shooting out, trying to lock onto the boy in coarse linen clothes.

"puff."

Suddenly, it felt a sharp pain in its chest.

Within its heart, a ray of heavenly light revives, ever-flowing and inexhaustible, its fist-like light never fading, like an immortal flower, blooming layer upon layer, threatening to tear it apart.

"A Grandmaster can severely injure me?" Quetzalcoatl was incredulous, feeling as if the world was so unreal.

“Newly promoted sixth-realm feathered serpent, you’re a bit weak,” Lu Zizai said calmly.

The feathered serpent's spiritual field roared as it was looked down upon by its inferior, who remained calm and showed no intention of mocking or humiliating it.

The more real it felt, the more it felt a tightness in its chest, and it raised its head to pounce on its opponent.

puff!
In this area, large amounts of snake blood splattered, staining the sky red.

Even some old monsters of the sixth realm turned their heads and showed surprise. Was Lu Zizai fighting against the patriarch with the body of a grandmaster? And he even wanted to kill him!

Lu Zizai didn't care. Having reached this level, even if someone had designs on him, it would be difficult for them to succeed. If he was no match for them, he could simply flee far away.

In a sense, he, as the supreme grandmaster, could now roam the world freely.

An elder statesman declared, "The patriarch has already set the example and begun eliminating his opponents. How much longer are you waiting? This battle should come to an end soon."

"kill!"

Instantly, shouts of battle filled the desert.

The members of the New Life Path, the Secret Sect, and the Immortal Path were all filled with high fighting spirit. The overall situation at the top had been settled, and for them, all they needed to do was bravely move forward and carry out the final hunt.

Many hunters looked ashen-faced; today they themselves had become the prey, whereas in the past they had brought disaster to other tribes and civilizations.

Now, the bloodshed has befallen their own family.

The key point is that the word "wandering" in "wandering and hunting" is useless here. The desert battlefield is blocked by the Heaven-Stabilizing Stake, and even the patriarch cannot break out.

After forcing the fire lizard out, Qin Ming immediately made his move. In the flash of the blade, crimson scales flew up, and blood with a faint fragrance spurted out.

Those who possess extraordinary bloodlines are all exceptional beings, far surpassing their peers in strength.

However, once the fire lizard met Qin Ming, the outcome was already predetermined.

puff!
The fire lizard was cut in half at the waist, and some of its blood shone with a dazzling light, like the lid of a medicine furnace that had just been opened, releasing a rich and fragrant aroma.

Qin Ming put the strange blood into a jade box and sealed it away temporarily.

Wu Yaozu arrived, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "Brother Ming, you've cleared everything out here? Let me tell you, Da Xiang and I hunted something good—a small dragon, already fully formed, definitely not a snake. This species is rare, a great tonic. We'll have dragon hotpot later to refine our bodies and practice our skills!"

Qin Ming warned, "There might be extraordinary blood within them. Don't miss it; it's like a precious medicine!"

As the great battle drew to a close, the surviving hunters, naturally ruthless, launched a fierce counterattack, making the fighting even more brutal.

During this process, some immortal beings perished, while others encountered life-or-death tribulations. Extraordinary individuals also died in battle at the Five Elements Palace and the Six Imperial Ancestral Court.

In the battlefield of the Grandmasters, experts have fallen on every path.

Even with overwhelming advantages, some formidable figures cannot be spared from unexpected deaths in such a large-scale bloody battle.

Some people could have had a bright future, but they wither away prematurely.

Li Qingxu was smashed by a young giant at the peak of the third realm, who swung his heavy iron rod and sent him flying. More than thirty bones in his body were broken, and he almost died suddenly.

Su Shiyun was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and a corner of her heart was torn open, severely damaging her vital energy. It would be difficult for her to recover without a period of rest.

Pei Shuyan's shoulder blade was shattered into pieces. He was besieged by the super seeds of the Hunting Civilization and almost died in battle.

Even Helian Zhaoyu was in trouble, being knocked away by an old rhinoceros that went berserk in despair, his chest caved in.

Qin Ming was also seriously injured. He had long been regarded as a thorn in the side by many hunters. At the last moment, in the chaos, not only did experts of the third realm gather to hunt him down, but an old guy of the fourth realm also broke through.

Fortunately, the Thunder King Bird was fast enough to break free from the deadly mire in the chaotic bloody battle, but he also coughed up a lot of blood.

He was struck from a distance, breaking two of his ribs. A large rune bell exploded nearby, sending him and the Thunder King Bird flying over a hundred meters away.

As far as the eye could see, the desert was covered in blood, with corpses strewn everywhere.

In comparison, the casualties on the Immortal Path, the Secret Sect, and the New Life Path were completely acceptable. In this fateful showdown, all the experts from the Hunting Civilization who came to help were wiped out.

(End of this chapter)