Protect Our Clan Leader - Chapter 2654
Chapter 2654: Chapter 86: Sacred Vein Transplant! Immortal Emperor Yun Tiange Takes Off~_3
The elite troops under their command also charged into the battlefield, clashing fiercely with the Divine Martial Human Race.
This battle was exceptionally brutal.
Both sides continued to suffer casualties.
“Quack, quack, quack~~” Rokwe shouted excitedly in Atana language, “This Immortal Clan woman is not bad, she could fetch a good price as a slave.”
“I want half,” the green-skinned general Bofu was equally thrilled.
“Is it about to end?”
Princess He Lan, fighting two against one, struggled left and right even with the aid of Crystal Ancient Battle Armor. She felt the once vast and boundless God Sense in her sea of consciousness being consumed at a terrifying speed.
A trace of pain appeared in her originally gentle eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel sorrowful, “Old Ancestor, I’ve let you down.”
At this moment.
The lab ruins suddenly shook violently, and then exploded before anyone could react.
“Boom!!!”
Amidst the thunderous noise, a figure shot up to the sky, suddenly appearing above the battlefield.
It was the graceful figure of a woman.
Her black hair fell like a waterfall, her appearance was stunningly beautiful. Even dressed in mottled battle armor, it couldn’t hide her grace, akin to a radiant peony, exuding a brilliant glow.
This woman was naturally Immortal Emperor Muyun’s Yun Tiange.
Compared to before, she now looked much younger.
If she previously appeared like a mature lady in her thirties, now she seemed to be about twenty-five or six years old. Even her features seemed more refined, adding a touch of elegance and dignity, making her appear exceptionally noble.
That temperament faintly resembled Xuanyuan Tianlan.
And her oppressive aura was incredibly formidable, like a scorching sun illuminating all directions, suppressing all sides, making the air in the entire subspace seem to become stagnant.
“Old Ancestor!” Princess He Lan exclaimed in joy, almost unable to contain her excitement.
“His Majesty is not dead!” The elite of the Divine Martial celebrated with overwhelming joy.
In contrast, the morale of the Green-Skinned Atana Tribe plummeted instantly.
Rokwe and Bofu hurriedly retreated, cursing angrily, “It’s that powerful female True Immortal,” “We’ve been tricked,” and similar invectives!
In the sky, Yun Tiange stood suspended.
Looking at the scene of devastation before her, her gaze was filled with endless coldness.
With a wave of her jade hand, a Sacred Sword that had been sealed for a long time in the depths of the lab broke free from its restraints and flew straight into the sky, making a loop before falling into Yun Tiange’s hand.
“Sister Xuanyuan? Oh, aren’t you…”
“Tian Yuan, will you fight along with me?”
Tian Yuan Sacred Sword!
It was indeed the weapon of the Immortal Alliance’s Tian Yuan Dao Sect’s peerless Xuanyuan Tianlan.
Without waiting for the Tian Yuan Sacred Sword to respond, Yun Tiange had already reached out and gripped the hilt, flicking her wrist, sending a blade of light straight towards the green-skinned general Rokwe.
In an instant, a pure, flawless white beam tore through space, almost instantly reaching above Rokwe.
Unlike the previous Cold Moon Sword Intent, this blade of light was upright and grand, majestic, with an imposing aura as if it were about to cleave the sky.
Its power was truly earth-shattering.
This blade of light tore through the space, not giving Rokwe any chance to react.
Rokwe only managed to block briefly before being blasted away, his battle armor split open, exposing bone and flesh.
He was terrified out of his wits, hurriedly retreating.
How could this Immortal Clan woman True Immortal suddenly become so powerful?!!
Previously, when fighting two against one, they could hold her at bay, but now, even if they joined forces with Bofu, they would be utterly crushed, with no chance of turning the tide!
This feeling of being crushed filled him with terror, as if facing Old Gong himself.
Unfortunately, he wanted to retreat, but Yun Tiange didn’t want him to escape.
Having fought him for decades, she could barely repel him, but just repel him. This frustrating feeling had long made her loathe the green-skinned Demonic General Rokwe to the extreme. Now, having the power to crush him, how could she possibly let him go?!
With a flash of her figure, she crossed the space, once again pursuing him, slashing out one sword after another, determined to sever a limb of the green-skinned fleet.
“You dare!”
At the rift in space, Old Gong, guarding the flagship tower boat, quickly intervened. With a wave of his hand, a massive green claw shadow rushed through the rift, pouncing towards Yun Tiange.
In an instant.
The claw shadow crossed the sky, its terrifying power causing the entire subspace to tremble slightly.
“Hmph!”
Yun Tiange snorted coldly, ignoring the claw shadow, continuing to behead Rokwe with one more sword before leisurely turning back, slashing at the green claw shadow.
“Boom!”
Infused with the Terrible Heavenly Dao’s intent, the sword light struck the green claw shadow directly. The terrifying energy shock wave thus erupted, nearly causing the subspace to shake.
In such a hard clash, the collision backlash rippled back through the Divine Soul, causing Yun Tiange to be blasted back over ten feet, tasting iron in her mouth, with a trace of fresh blood at the corner of her lips.
The green-skinned Old Gong’s expression changed drastically, “How’s this possible?!”
That Human Race woman True Immortal was indeed extraordinary, initially capable of facing off against Rokwe and Bofu without falling behind, but how did she suddenly become so powerful now? Being able to exchange a solid blow with him and only slightly lose?
Yun Tiange was extremely satisfied with this outcome.
After the previous round of testing and self-adjustment, she had rapidly adapted to her greatly increased power.
㴬㩯㩯䣹㴨䔵 䣹㴨 㰗䎂䉓 䏘䣹㩯 㽎㪘 㰗䎂䉓 䯶䣹䏘㴨 㳤㛚䏘㴨 㾊䏘䉹㯟䉓㩯 㾊䨸㽎㯟㩯䈢 㰗䎂䣹㞶 䨸䏘㞶 䨸䎂䏘㰗 䏘䆹䆹㽎䨸䉓㩯 㳤㛚㴨 䯶䣹䏘㴨䔵䉓䈢 䨸䎂㽎 䨸䏘㞶 㽎㴨䆹䓪 䣹㴨 㰗䎂䉓 䊱䣹㩯 㾊㰗䏘䔵䉓 㽎㪘 㰗䎂䉓 䯶㯟㛚䉓 㧊㽠㽠㽎㯟㰗䏘䆹 㗥䉓䏘䆹㽠䈢 㰗㽎 䉓㔊䎂䣹㟙䣹㰗 䉓㔊㰗㯟䏘㽎㯟㩯䣹㴨䏘㯟䓪 䉹㽎㽠㟙䏘㰗 㞶㰗㯟䉓㴨䔵㰗䎂䈢 䏘䉹㰗㛚䏘䆹䆹䓪 䏘㟙䆹䉓 㰗㽎 䉹䆹䏘㞶䎂 䎂䉓䏘㩯‑㽎㴨 䨸䣹㰗䎂 䏘 㾊䏘䉹㯟䉓㩯 㾊㛚㓖㯟䉓㽠䉓㾹
㩐䏘㒇䣹㴨䔵 䨸䣹㰗㴨䉓㞶㞶䉓㩯 䎂䉓㯟 䉹㛚㯟㯟䉓㴨㰗䈢 䣹㴨䉹㽎㽠㓖䏘㯟䏘㟙䆹䓪 㓖㽎䨸䉓㯟㪘㛚䆹 䉹㽎㽠㟙䏘㰗 㞶㰗㯟䉓㴨䔵㰗䎂䈢 㰗䎂䉓 䒩䣹㒇䣹㴨䉓 䊱䏘㯟㰗䣹䏘䆹 䉹㯟㽎䨸㩯’㞶 㽠㽎㯟䏘䆹䉓 䣹㴨㞶㰗䏘㴨㰗䆹䓪 䉓㔊㓖䆹㽎㩯䉓㩯䵥 䉓䏘䉹䎂 㽎㪘 㰗䎂䉓㽠 䉓㔊䉹䣹㰗䉓㩯䆹䓪 㟙㯟䏘㴨㩯䣹㞶䎂䉓㩯 㰗䎂䉓䣹㯟 䨸䉓䏘㓖㽎㴨㞶 䏘㴨㩯 㟙䉓䔵䏘㴨 䉹㽎㛚㴨㰗䉓㯟‑㞶䆹䏘㛚䔵䎂㰗䉓㯟䣹㴨䔵 㰗䎂㽎㞶䉓 㫯㯟䉓䉓㴨䟳㞶䪪䣹㴨㴨䉓㩯 㩯䉓㽠㽎㴨 䭻䆹䣹㰗䉓㞶㾹
㧊㴨㞶䣹㩯䉓 䨸䉓㯟䉓 㰗䎂䉓 䎂䏘㯟㩯‑䨸㽎㴨 䉓㔊㓖䉓㯟䣹㽠䉓㴨㰗䏘䆹 㯟䉓㞶㛚䆹㰗㞶 䏘㴨㩯 㩯䏘㰗䏘 㰗䎂䉓䓪 䎂䏘㩯 㓖䏘䣹㴨㞶㰗䏘䪪䣹㴨䔵䆹䓪 䔵䏘㰗䎂䉓㯟䉓㩯㸁 㴬㴨㩯 㰗䎂㽎㞶䉓 䣹㴨㞶㰗㯟㛚㽠䉓㴨㰗㞶 䨸䉓㯟䉓 䏘䆹䆹 㓖㯟䣹䉹䉓䆹䉓㞶㞶 㰗䉓䉹䎂㴨㽎䆹㽎䔵䣹䉹䏘䆹 㰗㯟䉓䏘㞶㛚㯟䉓㞶㸁
㫯䪪䣹㯟㴨䉓䉓䉓㴨㞶㴨㩯‑
䉓䔵㴨䪪㴨‑㩯㴨㯟䉓䉓䣹㞶
䩤㯟䣹㴨䉹䉓㞶㞶 㩐䉓 㛺䏘㴨 䎂䏘㩯 䆹㽎㴨䔵 㟙䉓䉓㴨 㞶㰗䏘㰗䣹㽎㴨䉓㩯 䣹㴨 㰗䎂䉓 䒩䉓㽠㽎㴨䣹䉹 㗥䉓䏘䆹㽠 䓪䉓䏘㯟‑㯟㽎㛚㴨㩯䵥 㩯䉓䏘䆹䣹㴨䔵 䨸䣹㰗䎂 㞶㛚䉹䎂 㽠䏘㰗㰗䉓㯟㞶 㴨䏘㰗㛚㯟䏘䆹䆹䓪 䉹䏘㽠䉓 䏘㞶 㞶䉓䉹㽎㴨㩯 㴨䏘㰗㛚㯟䉓 㰗㽎 䎂䉓㯟㾹
“䯶䎂䉓 䆹䏘㟙㽎㯟䏘㰗㽎㯟䓪 䏘㴨㩯 䉓㔊㓖䉓㯟䣹㽠䉓㴨㰗䏘䆹 㩯䏘㰗䏘 䎂䏘㒇䉓 䏘䆹䆹 㟙䉓䉓㴨 㩯䉓㞶㰗㯟㽎䓪䉓㩯㸁” 㴬㯟㰗䣹㪘䏘䉹㰗 㾊㓖䣹㯟䣹㰗 䨃䨃䟝’㞶 䆹㽎㴨䔵‑㞶㰗䏘㴨㩯䣹㴨䔵 䣹㴨㩯䣹㪘㪘䉓㯟䉓㴨㰗 㰗㽎㴨䉓 㪘䣹㴨䏘䆹䆹䓪 䉹䎂䏘㴨䔵䉓㩯䵥 䨸䎂䉓㴨 䣹㰗 㽠䉓㴨㰗䣹㽎㴨䉓㩯 㰗䎂䣹㞶䈢 䣹㰗㞶 㒇㽎䣹䉹䉓 䨸䏘㞶 㪘䣹䆹䆹䉓㩯 䨸䣹㰗䎂 㯟䉓㞶䉓㴨㰗㽠䉓㴨㰗 䏘㴨㩯 䔵㯟䉓䏘㰗 䏘㴨㔊䣹䉓㰗䓪㾹 “㳤㛚㴨 䯶䣹䏘㴨䔵䉓䈢 䏘㞶 㰗䎂䉓 㽎㴨䆹䓪 䆹䣹㒇䣹㴨䔵 㞶㛚㟙㭚䉓䉹㰗 㽎㪘 㰗䎂䣹㞶 䉓㔊㓖䉓㯟䣹㽠䉓㴨㰗䈢 㧊 㴨䉓䉓㩯 㰗㽎 䉓㔊䏘㽠䣹㴨䉓 䓪㽎㛚㯟 㟙㽎㩯䓪 䏘㴨㩯 㯟䉓䉹㽎㯟㩯 㞶㽎㽠䉓 㩯䏘㰗䏘㾹”