The Long Journey to Immortality

Seeing this, Han Lu quickly calmed herself down, flapped her wings, and used her Illusionary Phoenix Divine Power.

With a flap of its wings, three phoenix figures appeared on the arena in an instant, and for a moment no one could tell which one was the true form of the phoenix.

"Illusion? Illusion magic? Or a clone technique?"

Three options flashed through Mo Zhehan's mind.

Relying on his physical strength, he didn't give it much thought and chose to verify these three answers one by one through his actions.

With a sweep of the dragon's tail, the silhouette of a phoenix was shattered by Mo Zhehan.

The lack of physical contact told him that he could remove the option of using the clone technique.

Considering that Han Lu's casual soul attack had not caused him any significant damage, he concluded that of the remaining two phoenix figures, one was real and the other was fake.

Seeing that Mo Zhehan was not confused by the sudden change, the two phoenix figures quickly fled in opposite directions, one to the left and the other to the right, trying to create distance between themselves and the Candle Dragon on the arena, which was not large for a true spirit.

Zhulong's approach to this situation is quite simple.

Close combat must be fought hand to hand, while distant battles must be fought by candlelight.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Faced with the candle flame chasing after it, the phoenix, which fled to the right, was completely powerless to resist and was burned to ashes by the flame.

"Then it seems this is true!"

Seeing this, Zhulong exerted even more force, trying to tear the phoenix, which was almost within reach, to pieces.

To everyone's surprise, the attack also landed on thin air.

The phantom, pierced by the claws, twitched twice and then vanished completely.

Looking around, Mo Zhehan, in his Candle Dragon form, was surprised to find that only he was on the arena; Han Lu, in her Three-Feathered Phoenix form, had vanished.

"What's going on..." This unusual situation made him suspicious. "Could it be that I've really fallen under an illusion?"

With a roar that seemed to echo in the sky, Mo Zhehan's mind was stirred.

His clear state of mind told him that this was not the real answer to the problem.

"Then..." A fourth possibility emerged in Mo Zhehan's mind. Before he could try to verify it, Han Lu revealed the answer and told him what the correct answer was.

Taking advantage of the momentary chaos created by the "clone," the phoenix had already used another phantom phoenix divine power to conceal its presence on the arena in a way similar to "optical invisibility."

The subsequent series of escape attempts by the clones were all aimed at covering for the real body, buying time for the real body to accumulate strength, and unleashing a move that could defeat the opponent in one blow.

Unfortunately, the clone failed to deceive Mo Zhehan in the slightest, only managing to buy him seven or eight breaths. Seeing that Mo Zhehan had already reacted, Han Lu had no choice but to launch an attack prematurely, barely managing to catch Mo Zhehan off guard.

Concealing her form, Han Lu, in her phoenix form, had somehow reached the highest point of the arena, pressing herself against the protective light barrier.

Revealing her form, Han Lu's white feathers emitted a soft glow, and with a phoenix cry, she finally unleashed the "ultimate move" she had prepared for Mo Zhehan.

With wings spread, hundreds of ice blades shot out in an instant.

It was as if a "rain of knives" was falling on the arena.

Under Han Lu's control, these hundreds of ice blades, comparable in strength to mid-grade magic weapons, rushed towards the Candle Dragon.

Despite its enormous size and extremely fast flight speed, the Candle Dragon is not easily able to evade such a large-scale attack.

Seeing the ice blades, glowing red in the setting sun, rushing towards him, Mo Zhehan simply gave up the idea of ​​dodging. He activated the Candle Dragon Divine Power, causing a strong candle flame to ignite on his body, attempting to defend against the ice with fire.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Under Han Lu's control, the sharp ice blades accurately struck the Candle Dragon.

Even though Mo Zhehan used the Candlelight Defense to dissipate some of the ice blades, many of the ice blades, which were only dulled by the heat, still struck the Candle Dragon like heavy punches.

The rising steam from the rapidly vaporizing ice blocked everyone's view.

It wasn't until Han Lu had fired nearly a thousand ice blades that the steam gradually dissipated, revealing Zhulong's condition to everyone once again.

It must be said that Mo Zhehan's response was correct. Although the candle flames burning on his body did not completely neutralize the attack, they did turn the sharp ice blades into blunt weapons, preventing the massive damage that Han Lu had imagined.

Han Lu used some tricks and techniques to "plow" the surface of Zhulong's body like "plowing" the land.

Most of the dark scales on their bodies became tattered, and in some places, they even became bloody and mangled, exposing the sinews and bones beneath the skin.

It looks terrible, but it's actually just a superficial injury that can be quickly healed and allowed to recover.

Judging from this point alone, Han Lu did not achieve her desired goal by relying on this tactic.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Zhehan began to "repair" his body with the candle flames that were already burning on his body, attempting to regenerate the broken dragon scales and heal the injured flesh.

But when the candlelight burned for a while and only "stitched up" some small wounds without any dragon scales regenerating, Mo Zhehan noticed something was wrong.

At this moment, countless light blue cold currents flowed through his blood and meridians.

These pale blue cold currents acted like toxins, suppressing his amazing recovery ability.

Mo Zhehan knew without even guessing that this must have been Han Lu's doing.

Seeing that the wounds under the candlelight had not fully healed, Han Lu thought to herself, "Good!"

Although this move did not seriously injure Mo Zhehan because it was launched prematurely, it was clear that the "cold poison" in her Ice Phoenix Divine Power had achieved the amazing effect she had anticipated.

Having suppressed Zhulong's rapid recovery ability, Han Lu felt that she had completely reversed the trend of the entire game in just one round.

Chapter 638 Determining the Superior

The cold poison entered his body, and for a time, Zhulong's super strong recovery ability was suppressed by 95%.

Before the cold poison was cleared, Mo Zhehan could no longer heal his minor injuries as easily as before, which changed the balance of power in this protracted battle that had already begun.

At this moment, compared to Mo Zhehan, who found it difficult to unleash the Candle Dragon Divine Power on Han Lu, Han Lu, who possessed three types of Phoenix bloodlines and could unleash more attack methods and a wider variety of divine powers in battle, finally gained the upper hand.

Toxins may enter the body, but they are not necessarily impossible to eliminate.

Han Lu was unaware of how strong the physical strength of the Zhulong bloodline was, nor did she know the extent of Zhulong's resistance to poison.

Therefore, after confirming that the cold poison had taken effect, she did not give Mo Zhehan any time to recuperate and detoxify. Instead, she launched a new wave of rapid and fierce attacks that she had prepared, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Mo Zhehan.

With a phoenix cry, Han Lu launched her final divine sense attack with her true spirit, then took the initiative to approach and engage in close combat with the candle dragon that Mo Zhehan had transformed into.

She was determined to press her advantage and try to end the final match by trading injuries for injuries.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and after a moment of clarity, the phoenix arrived beside the dragon.

The sharp beak and claws that attacked showed no mercy.

Helpless, Mo Zhehan, who had originally planned to try to remove the poison by injecting candlelight into his body, could only hastily accept the challenge and try to turn the tide of the battle by relying on his strong physique.

Han Lu's choice to pursue in this way was certainly not a sign of a lapse in judgment.

While engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat, she unleashed her true spiritual powers, striking Zhulong with 100% accuracy at extremely close range.

It was precisely this little bit of supernatural power that he occasionally used during the gaps in the melee that prevented this battle between true spirits from becoming completely like a fight between wild beasts.

It must be said that Han Lu's fighting style, which seemed to be attacking a stronger opponent with a weaker one, did indeed achieve good results.

Lacking the ability to recover quickly, the Candle Dragon struggled to defend itself against the Phoenix's swift and agile close-range attacks.

Not to mention that the cold poison in his body, along with the Zhulong's violent movements, slowly seeped into all parts of his body through his blood and spiritual power, causing his already suppressed recovery ability to temporarily disappear.

Not only that, but some frost-like ice even appeared on various parts of Zhulong's body, making his already not very agile body even more sluggish.

This often left Mo Zhehan feeling powerless.

However, since it is close combat, the Candle Dragon's bloodline talent surpasses that of the Three Feathered Phoenix by a considerable margin.

Even with a "heavy" stack of debuffs on him, he still used his body to retaliate against Han Lu as much as possible.

They fought fiercely for nearly thirty rounds, the dragon and the phoenix locked in combat.

When Han Lu, who had gained the upper hand, actively widened the distance, accumulated strength, and prepared for a second wave of attack, the onlookers were able to clearly count the extent of the gains and the severity of the injuries suffered by both sides in this series of close-quarters combat.

The slightly smaller Three-Winged Phoenix had more noticeable injuries than the Candle Dragon.

The phoenix has a hideous scar over its right eye, from which drops of blood are flowing, staining its originally snow-white feathers red.

The right eye, which was originally a deep blue, has temporarily lost its color. It is unclear whether it has truly gone blind or has temporarily lost the ability to see.

A few drops of candlelight still lingered on the wound, while crimson phoenix flames beside it struggled against it, trying to prevent the injury from worsening.

Large chunks of feathers were torn off its abdomen by the dragon's claws, revealing the flesh beneath.

There were also bloodstains on its outstretched wings. Although they were just some superficial wounds, they were enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Han Lu's side is in such a miserable state, even suffering eye injuries, so what about Mo Zhehan's side?

He had transformed back into human form from his true spirit form and was lying on the ground, barely alive.

The skin and flesh on the surface of the body were ulcerated by the cold toxin, and in some vital parts, the white bones were even exposed.

His left arm was completely gone, and his face, with its left side burned beyond recognition, testified to the ferocity of the battle.

As for internal injuries, they cannot be seen with the naked eye.

But judging from the fact that Mo Zhehan was lying on the ground, seemingly in critical condition, it was clearly not a serious matter.

Seeing Mo Zhehan in his current state, Han Lu had no intention of finishing him off. Instead, she let out a joyful cry to the sky in her phoenix form, declaring her victory.

The situation on the stage is already clear; the outcome is decided.

Elder Huo quickly removed the light screen and announced, "Central Plains, Zhengyi Sect, Han Lu wins!"

Shedding her feathers and landing back on the ground, Han Lu covered her right eye with one hand. Dressed in tattered clothes, she didn't want those who cared about her to see the terrible injuries she had sustained.

At this moment, she had no idea whether her blindness was temporary or a complete loss of her ability to see.

As soon as Han Lu landed, a figure appeared on the arena as if by teleportation.

He is Mo Zhehan's master, the Palace Master of Jitian Palace, Zhetian Venerable.

Concerned for his disciple's well-being, Venerable Zhetian disregarded the feelings of the two Golden Core elders who had been assigned medical duties, and personally used his magic and medicine to treat Mo Zhehan's injuries.

Just as Han Lu was trying to heal her right eye injury with the help of two Golden Core cultivators who had come up to her, another figure came from the viewing platform to the arena and walked to her side.

"Leave it to me."

A woman's voice sounded softly beside Han Lu. Han Lu felt a pair of hands supporting her shoulders and channeling spiritual energy into her body through those hands to help her manage the chaotic state within her body and to try to remove the candle flame. As for the injury to her right eye...

He is Chai Tianjiao's master, the Nascent Soul cultivator Venerable Xuanqin.

The two Golden Core cultivators in charge of the treatment stood there somewhat awkwardly, and could only silently step down, leaving the space for the two Nascent Soul cultivators to perform their treatments.