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Chapter 1673: The Fall of the Avatar! Strike While the Iron is Hot!

Chapter 1673: Chapter 1673: The Fall of the Avatar! Strike While the Iron is Hot!

At this moment, within the battlefield of the three.

A divinely bright radiance, shining to the extreme, suddenly illuminated.

A profound and vast aura swept across the nine heavens, pervading the eight desolations.

The crazily soaring aura of the Realm collapsed the skies for ten thousand miles and crushed the endless lands.

Likened to an abyss, tidal waves of energy ceaselessly surged out from Zhao Yu’s body.

At this point, Zhao Yu’s life force was extremely weak, as if it could extinguish at any moment.

His entire figure had shrunk, becoming skin and bones.

"Is this the power of sacrifice?"

Zhao Yu’s somewhat hoarse voice slowly rose.

At this time, his explosively increasing aura also began to withdraw inward, making him seem utterly ordinary.

He appeared just like a frail, dying man.

Seeing Zhao Yu, whose life force was on the verge of exhaustion, Split Body Wang Mang’s pupils shrank suddenly.

Just by standing in the air, Zhao Yu gave him an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The relentless alarms ringing in his mind stimulated his nerves incessantly.

Great fear, an unbeatable opponent!

Only half an incense stick of time was left for his Eternal Temporal Body, and he didn’t have much time remaining.

While Split Body Wang Mang was lost in his thoughts, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Then, a desiccated palm loomed larger and larger in his field of vision.

Thump!

A muffled sound echoed, as Zhao Yu grasped the head of Split Body Wang Mang with one hand.

This moment happened in an instant, too quick for Split Body Wang Mang to react.

"I don’t have much time left, let’s see who dies first!"

Zhao Yu’s low and hoarse voice slowly reached the ears of Split Body Wang Mang.

Thump!

As soon as the words ended, Wang Mang’s head was instantly crushed.

The next moment, billions of threads of time appeared again, slowly weaving into Wang Mang’s body.

Looking at Split Body Wang Mang resurrected once more, Zhao Yu’s withered face remained calm.

"Heh, I refuse to believe that such power has no limit!"

In a blink, he was once again beside the newly resurrected Split Body Wang Mang.

Before Split Body Wang Mang could regain consciousness, his just-restored body was shattered once again.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

For a time, Split Body Wang Mang’s body kept collapsing and reforming.

Under this relentless cycle, Split Body Wang Mang had already been killed dozens of times.

Zhao Yu’s attacks, like a storm of pear blossoms, continuously enshrouded Wang Mang.

In an instant, Wang Mang’s body was shattered.

And so, half an incense stick of time had passed.

Finally, after Zhao Yu killed Split Body Wang Mang for the nth time, the threads of time scattered in the surroundings disappeared.

Along with them vanished the clock shadow that towered in the void.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yu also stopped his attacks.

"Is he dead?"

A trace of doubt seeped onto Zhao Yu’s withered face.

After scanning the surroundings and confirming the absence of Wang Mang’s life force, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, his Realm aura began to plummet wildly.

At this time, Wang Jian, who had been dumbfoundedly watching the entire battle, finally stepped forward.

"Brother Zhao, are you alright?"

Seeing Zhao Yu’s continuously trembling, skeletal frame, he quickly reached out to support Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu glanced at Wang Jian but didn’t speak; only his eyes grew brighter.

After killing Wang Mang, the haze in his heart had lifted.

The elevation of his state of mind allowed him to comprehend instantly.

Now he was just one session of secluded cultivation away from reaching Level 2 of the Eternal Realm.

However, he only had a mere half a month left of his life.

It could be said that one of his feet had stepped into the gates of hell, while the other was on the threshold of Level 2 of the Eternal Realm.

Life and death hinged on this half a month!

"Brother Wang, I need to go into secluded cultivation now."

"I need your help with the protective barrier."

"Cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian didn’t hesitate and immediately nodded in agreement, "Brother Zhao, there’s no need for such formalities between us."

"But have you thought about where you will go into seclusion?"

At this question, Zhao Yu also let out a wry smile, "Heh, let’s just find a quiet place nearby."

"There’s no time to set up anything more elaborate."

After hearing his words, Wang Jian didn’t dare delay and urgently summoned the Dao runes to envelop Zhao Yu and quickly departed.

Watching the two leave, Wang Mang’s figure then revealed itself.

"Going into seclusion, heh heh."

"Allow me to lend you a hand."

No sooner had he spoken than Wang Mang’s figure flashed, and he hastily followed them.

Not long after the battle ended, the Eternal Realm powerhouses from various major forces arrived.

Seeing the huge fissures on the ground and the various-sized pits, the Eternal Realm powerhouses also frowned slightly.

"Those damnable Mixed Heaven Sect actually blocked our way here!"

"The person has already been captured, and our arrival is too late."

"Now, the position of the Recorded Elder of the Spirit Profound Clan is no longer within our reach!"

"Talking more is useless, let’s go together to the Mixed Heaven Sect and demand an explanation!"

"Right! With so many of us, what is there to fear from the mere Mixed Heaven Sect?"

...

Many Eternal Realm powerhouses were in perfect agreement and set off together towards the Mixed Heaven Sect.

At this moment, within a mountain range.

Wang Jian had brought the withered Zhao Yu to this place.

After scanning the surroundings, Wang Jian asked, "Brother Zhao, how is this place?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu also slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the desolate mountain range before him, he couldn’t help but frown.

However, given the current situation, he wasn’t in the position to be choosy.

Then he said, "Though it is desolate, it’s quiet, which is a good thing."

"Let’s settle here."

"Brother Wang, I am relying on you to guard me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian hurriedly said, "Rest assured."

"Mm."

Zhao Yu gave him a look and then broke free from his Dao runes.

He then sat down on the ground and began to comprehend his Dao.

Seeing Zhao Yu beginning to meditate, Wang Jian carefully started to deploy the Dao runes to set up the barrier.

"Fellow Daoists, long time no see."

Just then, a taunting voice suddenly rang out.

Hearing these words, Wang Jian’s face changed dramatically.

Even Zhao Yu, who had been sitting on the ground preparing to commence his Dao Comprehension, quickly stood up.

The next moment, Wang Mang’s figure appeared before their eyes.

His deep sky-blue Daoist robe fluttered, and his face was partially obscured.

Staring at this mysterious visitor, Wang Jian couldn’t help but tighten his brows.

"Who is it that comes?"

As he spoke, Wang Jian deliberately imbued his words with Dao runes.

Hoping to intimidate Wang Mang this way.

The gust of wind brought up by the Dao runes made Wang Mang’s Daoist robe billow.

At this moment, Wang Mang took off his hood and, with interest, said, "What? You don’t recognize me anymore?"

As they saw the face under the hood, their pupils suddenly contracted.

"How can this be!"

"Weren’t you dead?"

Disbelief filled Wang Jian’s face.

Upon hearing his words, Wang Mang intended to reveal the truth.

However, he suddenly recalled a phrase said by his clone earlier.

With this thought, Wang Mang then mysteriously said:

"True and false, false and true, who can really say for certain?"