On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

The exchange between the two was highly charged, each sentence sharper and more scathing than the last.

The argument yielded no results, and Ziyan was instead quite annoyed by the old grievances that Ma brought up.

She's here to negotiate, not to argue, and certainly not to listen to Ma list her crimes.

She looked at him with her purple eyes, her voice softening slightly: "I came to find you, not to argue with you. I'll ask you again: join me."

"I can grant you an extremely long lifespan. Ten thousand years, or even longer, is not a problem."

"We ancient Heng people are born with the talent that the longer we live, the stronger we become. You should know this better than anyone else. Do I need to explain what 100,000 years means to you?"

Purple Eyes fell from the sky, landing at eye level with Ma.

"Now, only the two of us are left among the ancient Heng people in this world. I don't want you to die, so that we won't even have anyone to talk to properly anymore."

Master Ma remained silent.

The conditions proposed by Ziyan did not sway him in the slightest. Immortality or ten thousand years, these things that would be crazy in the eyes of others, were nothing more than a gust of wind not worth responding to in his ears.

He knows Purple Eyes' personality very well.

She is only willing to recruit those who are useful to her; otherwise, she will destroy them.

It was the same ten thousand years ago, and it will remain the same ten thousand years from now.

Ma said decisively, "If you hadn't harmed your own people, I might have been able to help you. But that's impossible now. Even if it were immortality, I wouldn't be interested."

The moment he finished speaking, his aura began to rise at a visible speed.

The mountain peak beneath our feet, which had stood for millions of years, began to crack, with fissures spreading from the surface of the rock into the depths of the mountain.

His body was suddenly illuminated by a red light, and he floated in the air.

The clouds on the mountaintop were pushed outward from him by a violent force, spreading out into a clean circular area.

"Enough with the talk, let's fight. Between us, it's either you die or I die. We've been fighting for thousands of years."

"Today should also come to an end."

"As for whether there will be any more ancient Heng people in the future, from the moment you used your deadly move, there was no turning back."

The final battle.

And so it began.

The negotiations broke down, and the toxins on Ziyan's body surged out from under her cloak like living things. Dark purple poisonous mist rapidly condensed on her body surface, compressing and solidifying layer upon layer.

It rapidly formed a dark purple poison armor covering the entire body.

Sharp, poisonous barbs protruded from the joints of the armor, and with each breath, extremely fine poisonous mist seeped from the gaps in the armor, forming a constantly spreading field of venom around her.

Two enormous venomous dragons burst forth from behind her, their massive bodies once again obscuring the circular cloud formation created by the horse's impact above her head.

The venomous dragon opened its massive jaws, spewing out dark purple venom from deep within its throat.

It carried corrosive energy powerful enough to melt the armor of a warship and attacked from both sides.

Master Ma neither dodged nor avoided.

This is the moment he has been waiting for, for thousands of years.

Berserk mode activated!

Bloodstained clothes, open!

The horse's body transformed into a blood-red meteor, crashing head-on into the two poisonous dragons powerful enough to melt anything.

The venom was completely unable to penetrate the defenses; it was all blocked by the blood-stained clothing.

The poison in the horse's body had already been completely removed by Ye Han using the horse talisman, and its body had returned to its peak condition. How could mere venom possibly harm it?

With a single flash of his sword, he killed two poisonous dragons.

The two venomous dragons let out a silent roar and exploded into a sky full of poisonous mist.

The horse forced its way through the storm of venom, heading straight for the purple figure deep within the poisonous fog.

His right hand formed a claw with five fingers, and a blood-red light condensed into sharp claw energy at his fingertips. With one claw, he accurately grabbed the purple-eyed man's thigh, and his five fingers sank into the poisonous armor, making a piercing crunching sound.

With a twist and a flick of his body, Purple Eyes was pulled out of the poisonous fog and hurled down onto the ground like a lead ball.

A streak of purple light fell from the sky.

It crashed onto the vast Gobi Desert of the desolate planet.

At the moment of impact, the entire planet trembled violently.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, overturning, shattering, and hurling rocks into the air within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. The ground at the impact center collapsed downwards, creating a bottomless giant crater.

What followed was a deafening roar even more terrifying than the impact.

The heavens are collapsing!

Master Ma's figure plummeted from the sky, the blood-red light on his right fist burning to its extreme at this moment, his entire right arm enveloped in the red light of his blood-red clothes.

The moment the fist collided with the purple-eyed man's poisonous armor, time seemed to stand still.

The entire desert planet shattered.

A planet with a diameter of several thousand kilometers was pierced through from its core to its crust by the earth-shattering force of the fist.

The hard rock and molten magma were shattered into billions of fragments by the shockwave, shooting out in all directions.

The desert star transformed into a silent, blooming rock firework in space.

However, Purple Eyes is no ordinary creature.

She has fought horses for thousands of years and knows their fighting style inside and out.

Even though the power of this punch far exceeded expectations, she still made the most precise response. Before the contact, her body transformed into a cloud of poisonous mist, merging herself into it.

He successfully blocked the force of the punch, suffering only minor damage.

Purple Eyes was not as composed as she appeared on the surface.

Upon first meeting, Milankel gave her a strong sense of unfamiliarity.

During their last encounter, he didn't possess this fighting style—a fist technique that unleashes the full power of his body at a single point, a crimson aura that integrates offense and defense...

None of these things existed during our last encounter.

A thought flashed through her mind: Could it be that Milankel is the founder of the Eight Extremes Heaven?

Then it makes sense.

It seems he has had some extraordinary encounters over the years, which has greatly improved his strength.

But something else was on her mind.

Despite the probing attack, his offensive was so fierce that there was no sign of poisoning. On the contrary, his body was in peak condition, and every punch was like that of someone at their prime.

No, there's a problem.

The Poison Devourer was her masterpiece, crafted with immense effort. She was so confident in her poison that she bordered on arrogance, and she absolutely did not believe that anyone could cure it.

unless....

There are variables involved that she is unaware of.

It's very likely that the poison was dealt with by someone.

Thoughts kept flashing through his mind, but he immediately suppressed them with his purple eyes.

Now is not the time to dwell on this. The methods we used before are no longer effective, so we can only rely on ourselves.

Purple Eyes cleared his mind of all distractions and focused entirely on the battle.

Around the horse shrouded in poisonous fog, one after another enormous poisonous monsters materialized.

Some resemble giant pythons, while others look like mantises; none of them have a fixed shape.

They launched a frenzied attack on Master Ma from all directions.

"What's going on with the toxins in your body?"

The voice of the purple-eyed man came from the depths of the poisonous fog.

The voice was elusive, as if it came from all directions at the same time. Sometimes it would enter from the left ear, and sometimes it would drift faintly from the right rear, making it impossible to pinpoint her location by hearing.

Its true form is hidden very well, and it rarely reveals itself.

After taking that devastating punch, she became ten times more cautious than before.

The toxin monsters continuously condensed, replenished, and attacked, while she herself lay dormant in the deepest part of the poisonous fog.

She wasn't confident she could defeat her opponent head-on in horse combat.

Facing such an opponent, it would be too risky to rashly use one's true form.

If you get injured in close combat, it could very likely cause your fighting rhythm to collapse completely.