Urban Peerless Expert
Chapter 1840 - 1860: Divine Spirit Battle_1

Chapter 1840: Chapter 1860: Divine Spirit Battle_1

"Look at yourself! Deceitful, ruthless, heartless. How are you better off than me? How dare you call me your negative half and desire to kill me? How are you different from me?"

The Dark Ancestral Dragon laughed boisterously, sarcasm dripping from his words.

The Ancestral Dragon’s expression remained unchanged, standing with a single hand raised. In an instant, the heavens and earth buzzed together, the radiance of the Array blazing up towards the sky.

"Enough talk, let’s fight!"

The Ancestral Dragon released a small tower that flew to the top of the Array, radiating a brilliant light. In an instant, it expanded into a giant, imposing black tower that suppressed everything above the Array.

"The Xuantian Suppressing Dragon Tower!"

The Dark Ancestral Dragon screamed: "He can’t suppress me!"

The massive body of the Dark Ancestral Dragon soared, fiercely charging towards the sky.

"Boom!"

The earth and skies shook dramatically.

A huge tremor racked the Array, shattering all the mountain peaks within miles in an instant. The earth shattered and the trees were instantly ground into dust, dispersing mid-air.

The unfortunate souls trapped within the Array got caught in the shockwave, and their bodies weakened, blood seeping from every orifice.

"Ancestral Master, spare us!"

"We are your descendants!"

Life and death coexist in fear. As death loomed, the proud Dragon Clan could no longer keep up their façade. They begged for mercy. However, whether it was the Ancestral Dragon above the Array, or the Dark Ancestral Dragon within it, they paid no heed to their pleas.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The Dark Ancestral Dragon kept charging at the Array, and the giant tower hovering mid-air released one thunderbolt after another at the Dark Ancestral Dragon.

These thunderbolts were as powerful as the Thunder Tribulation faced during promotion, if not more powerful!

An ordinary Immortal would be reduced to ashes after withstanding such strikes. But they seemed to have little effect on the Dark Ancestral Dragon except driving him into a greater frenzy.

"Is that all?"

"Are you running out of tricks? You think you can suppress me with this broken tower and broken thunderbolts, that’s just wishful thinking!"

"Today, I will break this Array first, knock your rotten tower away, and see what else you have left to fight me with!"

The expression on the Ancestral Dragon’s face became even more solemn. The Dark Ancestral Dragon’s strength was even stronger than he had anticipated!

Merely with his physical form could he unleash such terrifying combat power!

He thought he had a 70 percent chance of winning, but it seems, at best, he might have a 50 percent chance.

With the Dark Ancestral Dragon’s furious assaults, everything within the array was ground to powder under the fierce shocks.

The Dragon Clan disciples trapped within the Array were spitting out blood under the terrifying tremors and their bodies collapsed. Eventually, they exploded into a cloud of blood under the violent impact.

Their Primordial Spirits escaped their bodies but were still trapped within the Array and had to endure the horrifying impacts.

Cobweb-like cracks started appearing on their Primordial Spirits and rapidly spread. Finally, they exploded, turning into an array of golden lights, disappearing into the space between heaven and earth.

Lin Chen and the others watched this scene in horror.

Most of these people were Golden Immortals, with a minor part consisting of innocent True Immortals. Yet within this Array, they were as helpless as unprotected infants, killed off without the slightest power to fight back, their bodies and souls annihilated.

When Immortals fight, bystanders get hurt.

Meng Yijie turned pale, eyes filled with deep fear.

Just now, he had followed Lin Chen’s lead by attaching himself to the Ancestral Dragon’s body and had barely escaped the underworld abyss. In his excited state, he had forgotten to leave immediately. If Lin Chen hadn’t reminded him, he would be trapped in this array now, just like the Dragon Clan disciples, and likely killed.

"Lin Chen..."

Lin Chen turned back, looking at Meng Yijie in confusion. "Huh?"

Meng Yijie sincerely thanked him. "Thank you for reminding me earlier, or else I would probably be dead by now."

Lin Chen realized and casually responded, "Don’t worry about it. It was just a passing comment. Whether you run fast or slow depends on yourself."

Meng Yijie glanced at the fragments of the Dragon Clan’s Primordial Spirits in the Array, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I originally thought coming here would be a journey to see the Holy Land. I didn’t expect it to be a journey of death. Ancestral Master, Ancestral Master...sigh..."

Meng Yijie was at a loss for words. The surrounding Dragon Clan members were no different. After all, in their hearts, the Ancestral Dragon was their ancestral master, the supreme guardian deity of their Dragon Clan. However, this belief had been somewhat shaken now.

Perhaps the Ancestral Master had his own difficulties, but he had completely disregarded their lives and deaths.

Who wouldn’t be upset?

It was like suddenly discovering that the hero you’ve been worshipping all this time is, in fact, a despicable scoundrel, a feeling of disillusionment.

Lin Chen did not reply. Each person’s perspective is their own, and he didn’t see the need for input.

Moreover, this was not the time to discuss this, they were not safe yet.

Who will win the battle of the Ancestral Dragons?

And what happens after the victory is secured?

Will they be able to safely leave the Holy Land?

If the Dark Ancestral Dragon wins, will he take advantage and kill off all the survivors? And if the Ancestral Dragon wins, his doings are not so glorious. Would he kill to cover up everything and blame it all on the Dark Ancestral Dragon?

Contemplating the Blood Heart Oath of the Dark Ancestral Dragon, Lin Chen suddenly felt that if the Dark Ancestral Dragon won, it might be better for him.