After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Another hard-fought battle.

Lin Fengmian had no choice but to meet the attack head-on. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and dark golden blood energy condensed into a shield in front of him.

"boom--!"

The azure fire dragon crashed into the shield, exploding into a sky full of azure and white flames!

Lin Fengmian was blasted backward by that terrifying force, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, sliding for dozens of feet before finally regaining his footing.

But just as he regained his footing—

A wisp of the aftershock of the Azure Lotus Earth Fire swept across his chest from the side.

"laugh--!"

A large patch of flesh was instantly charred black, then a thick layer of white frost formed in the next instant. The charred wound and the white frost intertwined, a horrifying sight.

Before the blood could even gush out, it was sealed inside the wound by the eerie double flames.

Lin Fengmian groaned, knelt on one knee, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His breathing became even weaker.

"Lin Fengmian—!"

Fu Yinqiu could no longer hold back and let out a cry of surprise, her voice trembling with tears.

In the center of the battle, Lin Peishan's eyes were filled with tears of despair. She shook her head silently, her lips moving, repeating those two words over and over again—

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Hurry up...

But the figure in the green robe remained kneeling there, motionless.

Lin Fengmian instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, the scarlet blood mist exploding in the scorching air, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

His breath was almost completely depleted, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be blown out at any moment.

The jade-like glow on his body, stained with blood, began to flicker.

It flickered on and off, like the last struggle of a dying firefly, about to be extinguished at any moment.

Although Zhao Yuanlong couldn't be considered a top-tier expert, under the enhancement of the Blazing Sun Heaven-Burning Array and the Azure Lotus Earth Fire,

For a time, Lin Fengmian was completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor's true power was on full display at this moment; his terrifying spiritual pressure was as substantial as a mountain.

Layer upon layer were piled on Lin Fengmian, pressing down on his back and causing his bones to creak under the weight.

has it ended?

Am I really going to die here?

Lin Fengmian was unwilling to accept this.

He felt an overwhelming rage within him, a fury that surged within his chest like magma.

It burned his internal organs, made his eyes bloodshot, and made him clench his teeth.

He looked up at Lin Peishan's despairing eyes within the formation. Those eyes, usually so cold and aloof, were now filled with despair and lifelessness, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

It was as if I could already see my own tragic end.

A surge of anger erupted!

The anger surged like a volcano erupting, like a thunderclap, shooting straight from the depths of the dantian to the top of the head, turning all the fatigue, all the pain, and all the despair into a raging inferno!

"Zhao Yuanlong, you old dog, you really think you've got me cornered?"

Lin Fengmian suddenly looked up, a crazy and ferocious smile appearing on his face.

That smile held a resolute determination, a murderous intent, and a reckless madness; those bloodshot eyes...

It burned with an almost insane light, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it to ashes!

"Forcing me to use this trump card, you can die without regrets!"

After saying that, Lin Fengmian directly communicated with the spiritual spring space.

His divine sense, like an invisible chain, suddenly probed into the spiritual spring space hidden deep within his soul.

They touched that silent, cold, ancient power that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Immediately afterwards—

Om-!

A deep, resonant hum, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of hell, or perhaps from the most primordial era, traversed endless ages and spaces.

It suddenly resounded throughout this world.

The buzzing sound wasn't loud, but it sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, as if some terrifying, dormant being had awakened at that moment.

An ancient aura, domineering and seemingly supreme, suddenly erupted from in front of Lin Fengmian!

That aura was extremely domineering and chilling to the bone; it was the deathly aura of the netherworld!

It was as if the God of the Nine Netherworlds had opened his eyes and was scrutinizing all living beings in this world.

The moment this aura appeared, it caused the Blazing Sun Heaven-Burning Array that was suppressing Lin Fengmian to shake violently, letting out a groan of unbearable strain.

The array patterns flickered uncertainly, and the flames seemed about to go out, shattering the once impenetrable barrier of fire.

At this moment, it was as if it were being torn apart by an invisible giant hand, with hideous cracks appearing!

The youth fire dragon that Zhao Yuanlong was urging seemed to have encountered its natural nemesis. Its head let out a mournful cry, and a trace of instinctive fear appeared in its flame-filled eyes.

The enormous dragon body involuntarily retreated. The raging flames, powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, were like mice seeing a cat in the face of this deathly aura, cowering in fear!

Rumble, rumble—!

A jet-black light shot into the sky, like a black pillar, piercing through the flames and the churning clouds, soaring straight to the heavens!

The dark light condensed, surged, and rolled in the air before crashing to the ground!

The earth trembled violently!

Instantly, cracks spread across the earth, spreading in all directions like a spider web, with a chilling aura seeping from each crack.

A chill permeated the air, withering vegetation and cracking rocks wherever it passed. Even the moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals that fell in a flurry, as if one had instantly plunged from the heat of summer into the depths of winter.

When the dark light dissipated, a burly figure, three zhang tall and exuding an aura of death, stood silently in front of Lin Fengmian!

Two eerie green soul flames burned silently in the space between his eyes. The flames were not strong, yet they seemed to hold the power to decide the death of every living being in the world.

It exudes an aura of lifelessness and desolation.

He simply stood there, like a death god emerging from the deepest hell, looking down upon all living beings in this world.

Exactly.

Mysterious Yin Corpse Puppet!

The remains of an ancient powerful being, after being tempered and refined by the demonic energy of the abyss in the Xuan Yin River, and then initially refined by Lin Fengmian and irrigated with the water of the spiritual spring, were forged into a terrifying war puppet!

He simply stood there, without making any movement, and the aura of death and gloom that permeated the air seemed to unfold like a domain.

It rivals Zhao Yuanlong's Blazing Flame Formation, and even seems to be slightly overpowering the Blazing Sun Formation!

The deathly aura spread slowly in all directions like an invisible tide. Wherever it passed, flames went out, spiritual light dimmed, and even space seemed to freeze, emitting a faint crackling sound.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Zhao Yuanlong's maniacal laughter froze instantly, turning into boundless horror.

For the first time, fear surfaced in the eyes of that Nascent Soul Ancestor—a fear that originated from the depths of his soul, a most primal fear.