Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate
Chapter 960 - 785: Guang Ming Has Arrived!

His body was riddled with wounds, yet a mysterious power forcibly sustained his life, making death unattainable.

"Ba—bastards—!" Wang Ce involuntarily cursed, filled with hatred toward the All Gods and those of the Longevity Association.

He hated being treated as a pawn to be manipulated at will, hated those so-called gods who pushed him to the brink of despair for their selfish desires. Now, his mind was constantly flashing with memories of his short life, the past that was coerced, the deeds beyond his control, all turning into tears of regret, then evaporating and burning away.

He could only continuously pray in his heart for death to come quickly and end this extreme torment.

At this time, the First Divine Envoy of the Great Wei, Mo Yuan, was frantically fleeing in the Cloud Sky, illuminated like daylight by the Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire.

His figure appeared especially disheveled, robes torn, revealing the charred skin beneath, marks of the ruthless burning by the Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire.

His figure moved like a lingering shadow, swiftly shuttling across the battlefield, constantly shifting between illusion and reality, even attempting to tear open space to escape this battlefield.

Yet the Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire chasing behind him like a mad serpent seemed to have a mind of its own, relentlessly pursuing him.

With each descent of the Thunder Fire, Mo Yuan's body trembled violently, emitting cries of pain.

The scorching thunder light, like countless venomous snakes, crazily tore at every inch of his flesh.

His skin turned black rapidly under the thunder light, his flesh evaporating in the high temperature, bones emitting a 'clicking' sound as they fractured. The severe pain swept through his body like a tide, as if countless sharp blades were stirring inside him, every nerve shrieking in collapse.

Mo Yuan's soul and body trembled violently, feeling the Holy Thunder like a bone-attached curse, tightly entwined around him, continuously corroding his flesh and Primordial Spirit.

From this flame and thunder, he sensed the anger of that Divine Spirit, and an endless hatred.

—That guy clearly wanted to torture him to death.

What terrified Mo Yuan even more was that the West Abyss was completely indifferent to his plight, and the South Abyss and Hope Venerate showed no intention of aiding him.

"Divine!" Mo Yuan's voice was filled with pain, an effort of resistance and struggle.

Mo Yuan's eyes were filled with a longing for life; he did not want to die, there was still hope.

He must hold on, hold on until Lin Rui perishes, then he would hide deep within Purgatory, from then on leaving Great Wei behind.

Meanwhile, on the Great Liao's flagship "Canglang," the First Divine Envoy of Great Liao, Zhu Lvzong, who had already retreated, issued a command with an expressionless face: "Order the entire army to retreat at full speed!"

The Second Divine Envoy beside him raised his eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat surprised: "Retreat so quickly? Both sides have yet to begin engaging, isn't this a bit premature?"

"If we wait until engagement to retreat, we might not be able to leave at all. This place is about to become a theater of divine warfare, not something we can partake in, nor is it necessary."

First Divine Envoy Zhu Lvzong, hands behind his back, looked solemnly into the distance, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Moreover, we have come in compliance with the five-God covenant to provide support, now it's clear the South Abyss and Hope Venerate are colluding. Therefore, we naturally don't need to adhere to the covenant, and our Great Liao elite forces don't have to play with fire and get harmed here. Look—"

Zhu Lvzong's gaze penetrated the clouds, staring intently at the massive fleet gradually obscuring half the sky. Each Starship lined up like a steel beast, the cold metallic shine flowing across the hulls, as if frost had condensed. Runes and energy circuits intertwined on their surfaces, glowing with mysterious and dark light, the prismatic Star Annihilation Cannon at the bow like the maw of a great abyss, emitting a chilling cold light.

What weighed on his mind even more was the massive presence of the Dragon Transformation Martial Practitioners in the fleet; their and the Battle Dragons' energies coalesced into a formidable pressure, a formless tide surging continuously against the surrounding space.

The aura of these Martial Cultivators was exceedingly powerful, each like a dormant behemoth ready to unleash earth-shattering force.

Zhu Lvzong also sensed clearly that the solidified Guang Ming domain on either side of the Starships was the power released by the Light God Sect's Divine Artifact "Pure Altar." This altar concentrated the will and faith of 2.9 billion believers, transforming into fiercely burning light, illuminating the entire battlefield. The solidified Guang Ming domain slowly unfolded, like two dazzling wings, radiating sacred light.

"This Lord of Purity is indeed well-prepared."

Zhu Lvzong squinted, letting out a sneer: "Today's divine battle will likely be far more brutal and intense than anyone could imagine. Mo Yuan daring to involve himself in their struggle must have water in his brain."

But no wonder, Mo Yuan had been the First Divine Envoy for over 300 years and was about to reach the Immortal Level.

West Abyss and Northern Abyss must have received certain benefits from Hope Venerate to adhere to the 'covenant' and send reinforcements.

Yet, those two surely also have no wish to become further embroiled in this divine war.

Look at today's battle on Yellow Mountain Island; Hope Venerate's Purgatory army, along with Sheng Country's real elites and the Emperor's three Divine Envoys, have yet to make an appearance.

In fact, if not for the Hundred Wings Saber King's excessively ruthless actions, slaying one of their boundlessly potential Vice Divine Envoys, Zhu Lvzong had no plans to join personally; he had no need to become further involved in this divine war.

Lin Rui had already withdrawn his gaze from Wang Ce and Mo Yuan's direction.

To him, these two were merely dust in the wind, insignificant and not worth mentioning.