Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate
Chapter 954 - 784: The Tremor of the Bloodline (Three-in-one requesting monthly votes) - 2

Li Weiliang stood atop the highest peak of Yellow Mountain Island, her gaze as cold as ice overlooking the surrounding battlefield.

Her complexion was pale as paper, devoid of any color, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment. The magnificent Heavenly Demon Armor, "Mad Dragon," she wore was battered and worn, the runes on the armor dim and lifeless, and a deep fissure cracked open on the shoulder plate, faintly revealing the seeped blood within. Her helmet was completely shattered, her long hair disheveled and flying in the sea breeze like a tattered flag.

Li Weiliang's Battle Dragon, "God Heart Invincible Dragon," was curled up beside her, its giant dragon eyes full of bloodshot fatigue, its scales covered with scars, struggling to breathe.

Li Weiliang's body had reached its limit, her Primordial Spirit was restless, and internal injuries continually eroded her will. Each breath felt like a cutting blade, while the chaotic True Qi in her meridians seemed ready to tear her body apart.

Her expression remained calm, without a trace of anomaly, as most of her attention was focused on the high cliff 130 miles away to the east, where the battle was the fiercest. Below, 370 "Gluttony-class" land warships gathered hundreds of Eight Reals and Ninth Realm experts, along with their large Battle Dragons.

Li Weiliang's most capable subordinates, Swordsmanship Dharma King Shi Jue, Heavenly Sword Dharma King Wu Wushuang, Skull Mechanic Heavenly Monarch Li Guchan, and Hundred Wings Saber King Situ Leng were also there, fighting bloodily against the enemies.

The sky above repeatedly erupted with dazzling light, as if stars were falling.

It was the clash between many Ninth Realm experts and their Battle Dragons; each collision triggered a spatial tremor, energy waves swept in all directions, even causing the sea below to continue receding, carving out deep trenches.

"Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire · Ten Thousand Tribulation Thunder Prison!"

With the Light Priest's incantations echoing through the sky, 360 platinum thunder pillars descended from the heavens.

The entire Da Liao Heavy Equipment Group on the eastern shore was turned to charcoal in the lightning, both men and mecha were refined into lava by the sea of platinum lightning.

In the air, Situ Leng seized the opportunity to wield the Hundred Wings Blade Formation, thousands of feather-like blade energy shredding an Eight Realms Martial Cultivator of Liao Country into a rain of blood, but this scene enraged two Divine Envoys of Liao Country.

The clouds above the cliff suddenly contracted into a vortex, while the feather-like blades of Situ Leng's Hundred Wings Blade Formation had not yet dissipated, Liao Country's First Divine Envoy tore through the space and descended.

The elderly divine envoy held in his palm a liquid-golden disc, with the dial needle turning upon it, condensing light within a hundred miles into substance.

It was the Divine Artifact "Light Year Disc," originating from the ancient Abyss, Light King, with powerful Conceptual Power, causing the entire sea area's time flow to become chaotic; the exhausted Situ Leng was almost torn to shreds by the swirling time reverse.

His Battle Dragon was a Ninth Realm Emperor Rank "Titanium Gold Emperor Dragon," anxiously roaring beside him, yet unable to intervene in its master's battle.

Swordsmanship Dharma King Shi Jue's long sword came to assist promptly, with 1,260 overlapping sword patterns appearing on the sword, emitting piercing azure brilliance. Shi Jue's pupils turned silver, wherever the sword pointed, the chaotic temporal order peeled away like fragile glass.

"Sword Domain · Absolute Heaven!"

The entire space within a five-mile radius was cut into an independent domain, allowing Situ Leng to escape.

However, he remained in dire straits, as Da Liao's Third Divine Envoy also appeared on the battlefield.

He and his Battle Dragon's palm bore a pitch-black rune, surrounded by countless tiny arcs, as if capable of devouring all light.

"Divine Punishment · Silent Annihilation."

As the runes expanded, transforming into a giant black vortex, the entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

The 'Silent Annihilation' Concept from the Northern Abyss forced everything into silence, and Situ Leng was the first to bear its brunt.

The entire battlefield plunged into a dead silence, as if time had frozen at that moment.

Every speck of dust in the air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, slowly drifting towards the center of the dark vortex.

Situ Leng's Hundred Wings Blade Formation lost its brilliance in that instant, all feather-like blade energy was absorbed by the darkness, transformed into void. He himself was engulfed by this force, as if thrown into an eternal black hole, unable to leave even a trace of struggle.

Only the cutting light from the 'Titanium Gold Emperor Dragon' barely sustained him, but no matter how much force the Battle Dragon exerted, how it charged, it couldn't break through the black vortex.

The black vortex became smaller and smaller, the Titanium Gold Emperor Dragon had to emit a series of mournful dragon cries.

Swordsmanship Dharma King Shi Jue's Sword Domain had initially stabilized the surrounding space-time, but now under the influence of the Power of Silent Annihilation, it was gradually collapsing. Gritting his teeth, he united with his Battle Dragon, channeling all his strength into his overlapping and cutting Concept, attempting to resist the invasion with the power of Sword Domain.

Yet, the Power of Silent Annihilation was too immense, even space seemed to be devoured completely, Shi Jue's Sword Domain began to falter, its brilliance gradually dimming.

At this critical moment, Heavenly Sword Dharma King Wu Wushuang charged in like a blazing meteor, his Battle Dragon "Great Sun Sky Blaze" closely following, spewing scorching flames, twisting the surrounding air.

"Flame Prison Scorched Heaven, Kill!"

Wu Wushuang's long sword erupted into roaring flames, the runes on the blade flickering, the combined forces of "Guang Ming," "Fire," and "Burning," he exerted raised surging heat, wherever it passed, the air seemed to ignite, emitting a sizzling sound.