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Lightning crackled around them, as if the Heavenly Soldiers of the Thunder Palace were wielding their magical weapons, determined to annihilate all evil.

Then it stopped.

As if an invisible, mighty hand had closed, the fierce thunder lost its arrogance and transformed into a perfectly round sphere of light that slowly rotated.

"How can the natural power unleashed amidst the wind and rain possibly prevail before the master of wind and rain..." The woman's words were full of joy.

"Looks like I made the right bet in this game!"

A bright arc of light pierced the air, revealing a spacious hall built entirely of large sandstone blocks, large enough to accommodate eleven muscular men for a standard rugby match.

The hall was completely empty except for Santa Nicole, who stood alone in the center.

Neither Zhu Mingyao nor Serena paid any attention to her. Instead, they gripped their weapons tightly and raised their heads as if facing a formidable enemy.

Because their attention was completely drawn to another figure.

The semi-circular dome was polished to a perfect smoothness, inlaid with lapis lazuli and turquoise to depict the stars of the heavens. At this moment, these virtual figures were casting a hazy, radiant light, echoing the enormous creature floating below, rising and falling with each breath.

With the flapping of its magnificent, pheasant-like wings, its smooth, supple body swayed and twisted, and its scales, which looked as if they were cast from the finest pure silver, gently collided, producing a crisp and melodious ringing sound.

The triangular snake head, about the size of a bucket, did not exude the same cold aura as its kind. Instead, it blinked its eyes, which shone like molten platinum, revealing a leisurely and gentle feeling.

Sacred, noble, solemn!

It is dignified and upright, without a trace of evil from the inside out.

Sensing that powerful and profound aura, the vampire lady, being a member of a dark race, looked panicked and was the first to back down.

"You still say that's not Quetzalcoatl! This is at least Kukulkanliu's artifact or incarnation!"

"What are you panicking about? Look over there carefully." Zhu Mingyao remained calm, casting spells around himself to isolate himself from the pressure, and gestured with his chin towards a certain direction.

Serena looked in that direction and saw that the feathered serpent's beautiful and holy body became more and more complete as it went up, and more and more rough and incomplete as it went down. There were faint traces of black and red old bloodstains on it. Under the scales, there was no flesh and blood, but pale silver bones, and... human skeletons!

The sacred and the perverse coexist, creating a peculiar, decadent beauty.

He chuckled coldly, "Trying to scare people with an empty shell you've cobbled together, thinking you can frighten us with bluster? You're taking advantage of the fact that all the Aztec priests are dead, so nobody's after you for the copyright to the gods' images, are you... Attack!"

Before he could finish speaking, lightning and flames, ghostly generals and soldiers, sword pellets and talismans—all sorts of supernatural powers were unleashed in a coordinated attack, like a vast net binding the giant serpent.

At the same time, Serena flipped her wrist and raised the Vander Scepter, with rolling crimson flames boiling over it, condensing into a huge crimson scythe.

Her figure blurred, leaving a crescent-shaped afterimage along with her knife, accompanied by a shrill whistle as she descended upon Santa Nicole with lightning speed!

They've already reached the goal, just one last shot away; there's no reason to just walk away now.

A few words of feigned weakness were merely to deceive the enemy; once the private communication was completed, a surprise attack was launched immediately.

Whatever it is, killing the summoner is always the right thing to do!

Chapter 345 The Source of the Potion, [The Giant of the Forest]

"Zheng!"

A slender, supple black whip extended from Santa Nicole's palm, coiling like a serpent, blocking the scythe's fierce attack.

Dark shadows and crimson blades crisscrossed, two forces with similar yet distinct attributes colliding fiercely, exploding into countless ghostly sparks.

The icy spiritual energy spread silently like mist, and wisps of air twisted and changed strangely, like mirages in a summer desert. In an instant, Santa Nicole's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only the black whip floating there, moving back and forth on its own.

The countless whip shadows resembled a thorny spider web, seemingly full of gaps but actually fine and long, concealing deadly dangers everywhere. As soon as it made contact, it would roll back from all sorts of strange angles, forcing Serena to change her moves several times to avoid being entangled in the weapon.

Serena's fair, jade-like ear twitched slightly, keenly catching the rustling sound like insects crawling. Suddenly, her eyebrows shot up, and she quickly bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood quickly turned purple and foul in the air, and when it fell to the ground, it had congealed into a black, muddy mass. It was she who decisively sacrificed a small amount of blood to force out a vicious curse!

Sensing that the other party was secretly chanting a spell, a ruthless glint flashed across her face. She activated the magic power within her body, and her speed suddenly increased again. In an instant, the other party was in front of her and behind her. Her whole body transformed into a blurry storm of sharp blades, with hundreds of crimson crescent moons spinning around, encompassing the surrounding space.

If you want to hide and cast spells, I'll make sure you have nowhere to escape!

Each of the thirteen clans has its own strengths. Even though they may be slightly inferior in insidious magic and mental sorcery due to the difference in rank, when it comes to physical skills, she, Vanjo, who is proficient in both magic and martial arts, is confident that she can surpass Nosferatu!

As expected, with this fierce and relentless attack, the opponent's defense was immediately overwhelmed, and the lengthy incantation came to a halt.

"get out!"

Serena's eyes gleamed. She gripped the giant scythe with one hand, hooked it sharply and tightly, and seized the long whip. In her other hand, a faint light shone, revealing a thin rapier made of black crystal. She thrust it into an open space!

The sword fell, and the person appeared.

Santa Nicole, wearing a gray-green mask, staggered out.

The incomparably sharp magical longsword pierced through the telekinetic field, penetrated the blood energy armor, and was instantly presented to her, about to pierce her brain:

The Mask of Nosferatu is a support-type item and is definitely no match for this attack!

However, sensing the imminent, chilling sword aura, a sly smile of triumph appeared in the woman's eyes.

The soft whip, which was locked by the giant scythe, suddenly sprang up as if it had come to life, its dark tip rising up to reveal a poisonous kiss to the vampire lady's throat, which was so close to hers!

The intense, greenish-brown light emanating from the fangs was so strong that even a vampire would be severely injured from taking a hit from them!

Serena, caught off guard with her defenses wide open, was suddenly jolted awake, but it was too late to defend herself. Just as she gritted her teeth, hoping that the few defensive items she was wearing would allow her to weather the storm, a faint white-gold light flashed by, and the whip tip that had transformed into a snake's head smoothly broke off and returned to its original form.

The talisman paper, inscribed with the secret words of the White Tiger Guardian God, burned to ashes. Amidst the swirling smoke, the young man's deep voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Just be careful and try to keep her occupied. Things are a bit tricky here!"

……

……

This is indeed a bit tricky.

Unlike their Western counterparts who prefer to specialize in a particular area, Chinese sorcerers have always been known for their wide range of abilities. Zhu Mingyao's burst of supernatural powers encompassed various powerful effects such as lightning strikes, fire, cutting, and erosion, making it a double attack on both physical and magical targets. Even an iron man would be reduced to dust.

But in response, the magnificent, seven-colored wings gently closed, blowing out a soft breeze.

The soft, moist raindrops fall from the sky, carried by the gentle breeze, seeping into the fertile volcanic black soil. Slender, tender green leaves sprout from the ground, greedily enjoying nature's bounty, stretching their long bodies. In the blink of an eye, spring blossoms and autumn fruits ripen, with plump, distinct golden fruits sprouting long tendrils, hanging peacefully on the stems.

The scent of wind, the scent of rain, the scent of reproduction, the scent of growth, together form a harmonious cycle.

A holy, auspicious light flowed, and the deep, dark cave shone brightly, transforming in an instant into a vast, beautiful wilderness:

That is the great power born from the spirit of all things, the achievement that countless extraordinary lives pursue throughout their lives.

—It is called divinity, it is called immortality.

Before this gentle yet powerful force, all the dazzling and wondrous arts and secret techniques of the world paled in comparison and vanished without a trace.

The violent thunder and fire dissipated into smoke, vanishing completely in the vast and evocative atmosphere.

The gloomy ghost soldiers stood motionless, seemingly wanting to break free from their bonds and silently pass away to the underworld.

Even the straight and sharp sword light became crooked and weak, as if it could not bear to harm the noble and sacred being in front of it. Under the master's efforts, it only drooped lazily, leaving a shallow mark on the silvery-white scales.

Moreover, the gentle breeze did not stop at all, ignoring numerous protective spells, and swept the young man's figure into it.

A slight dampness spread across the back of his hand, and Zhu Mingyao suddenly felt a slight itch. Before he could react, a tender corn seedling swayed out from his flesh, followed by a second... a third... and a thousandth.

The roots greedily pierced through the skin, dug into the muscles, seized the internal organs, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. In the blink of an eye, only a tangled green grass figure remained on the field.

"I also want to thank you for bringing the crucial materials to me; otherwise, how would I have had the opportunity to wield such power?"

Although she sensed that the enemy's aura had not disappeared, Santa Nicole remained unconcerned; in her mind, it was merely a matter of time.

Thick, pungent, yellowish-green toxic gas bubbled up, corroding the ground with a hissing sound. The solidified gas resembled walls, dividing the area and restricting Serena's movement more and more.

Santana cleverly thwarted the enemy's guerrilla tactics, then turned around and sneered.

She suddenly understood those foolish villains in TV dramas; the prospect of their long-cherished wish being fulfilled could indeed fill one's heart with a desire to confide.

“As you can see, I have been trapped in this desolate place for hundreds of years, enduring the barren and tedious years, all for this sacred legacy!” Santanic’s voice was faintly heard in the poisonous gas, carrying a twisted fanaticism.

"Its secret, its power, is the ladder to eternity that I have tried countless times, but each time with little success..."

She then changed the subject: "But who would have thought that we would encounter such foolish fellows today, who would willingly hand over the key to solving the problem to us? It's as if the progenitor has taken pity on us!"

With her control, the platinum python swam and rolled, and a pure white, shimmering mist seeped from its body. The space seemed to expand a million times, the surrounding rock walls blurred and disappeared, and thick dark clouds covered the top. Only endless cold wind and rain tore at the energy of all the alien species.

The tender warmth from just moments ago vanished, replaced by a vast and imposing aura that seemed to reach the heavens and swallow the entire world whole!

"Do you think there's any point in continuing to resist?" Santani's triumphant laughter swept through the storm like a ghost, rendering Serena's desperate counterattacks futile.

"Before a true ancient god... or even just a part of an ancient god, the struggles of mortals are so insignificant..."

“Bragging won’t scare anyone.” The provocative words echoed, rudely interrupting her boasting.

The straw figure withered and collapsed, revealing a small yellow paper figure that had rotted into powder. The peachwood staff descended from the sky, spinning like a wheel, its golden light as dazzling as the rising sun. Streams of cloud-like spiritual script emerged, forming a chapter imbued with vast divine power:

"In the Great Luo Heaven, in the Zhu Jing Palace, the Supreme True One Yanming, the Holy One Dongyang, shines forth. Cold and heat are like fire, dawn breaks and night is hazy. His radiance is brilliant, revealing the merits of past deeds."

He pacified the six elements and brought peace to all nations; he rode six dragons and ruled over the ten kingdoms...

With boundless compassion and vows, with supreme holiness and mercy. The Emperor of the Sun Palace, the Emperor of the Sun, whose majestic light spreads virtue, whose compassionate radiance shines upon the Crimson Sun Heavenly Venerable!

The sun shines brightly overhead, and the wind and rain recede instantly, creating a small but resilient haven on the field, where we stand firm amidst the raging storms outside.

Even amidst the darkest storms, that ancient fireball, over 40 billion years old, remains the eternal centerpiece of natural celestial phenomena!

"Let's see how long you can last!" Santa Nicole growled angrily as the battle became even again.

"Do you think we're blind? Your 'fuel' is almost gone, isn't it?" The crimson sun's golden light shot out like a sword, stripping away the clouds and mist covering the lower half of the giant python, instantly exposing what it was trying to conceal.

A faint golden-red light flowed among the silver scales and shattered bones, painstakingly clearing away the old, black blood that exuded a strong sense of corruption, providing it with the power to move.

"Why worry? The gifts you have given me contain abundant divinity."

Santana laughed in anger, and round, crystal-clear capsules flew out of her hand one after another, like golden meteors merging into the giant snake's body. The snake immediately seemed to have taken a powerful tonic, and the power of its domain suddenly increased again. The fierce wind and cold rain pressed in step by step, eroding the dryness under the golden sun. The situation took a sharp turn for the worse and was on the verge of collapse!

"...You've finally revealed the truth! So this is the secret behind the [Superpower] potion!" Zhu Mingyao's voice trailed off for a moment before he exclaimed in a slightly strange tone.

“I should have thought of that sooner… Besides the almost omnipotent divine power, where else could there be a second ingredient that could produce such a wondrous effect?”

As his weak words echoed, the bright and dazzling sun gradually dimmed, and the peachwood staff inside, which had been spinning like the wind, became stiff and jerky, like a stuck quartz clock.

Seeing that the victory was basically secured, Santa Nicole didn't bother to hide it any longer.

"Since you've come for this, then you might as well die knowing why." She sneered disdainfully.

“In order to seize the withered eternal blood within the avatar of Quetzalcoatl, a considerable amount of divinity is needed to activate it. After learning about the relevant clues, I deliberately humbled myself and served those filthy and lowly humans for decades…” Santanic cursed with hatred in her eyes.

"We have finally discovered the most important foundation upon which the federal government was founded: the remains of an ancient god from which fresh divine power can still be extracted..."

They called them "giants of the forest".