I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 1132 - 696: Clash of the Elite (Part 3)

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Previously on I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield...
The Eternal Ice Silkworm is suppressed by the Xiao Family's fire, while the Ancient Dragon Race is slowly overcome by the Leng Family's ice attacks. The Ji Family then engages the Ancient Dragon Race in a brutal close-quarters battle, with two elders wounding it while the third enhances their companion's power.

The broadsword, enhanced by the Dragon Soul Blessing, suddenly emitted an even more dazzling Golden Light, with the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon on the blade seeming to come alive, slowly moving across the blade’s surface.

Ji Wencong let out a long cry, slashing down the sword with increased ferocity and sharpness, shaking off the Dragon Claw of the Ancient Dragon Race once again, even leaving a deep wound visible to the bone in its steel-like palm.

The Ancient Dragon Race roared continuously, its Golden Dragon Eyes brimming with rage and solemnity.

Though its flesh was strong and its scales as hard as iron, it struggled to withstand the joint attacks of the three Ji Family Elders.

As time for an incense stick to burn elapsed, the body of the Ancient Dragon Race was already covered with more than a dozen wounds of varying depth, dark golden Dragon Blood flowing continuously along the edges of its scales, pooling into a small dark puddle on the ground.

Yet the assault from the three of the Golden Saint Dragon was still relentless, like waves rushing without respite, leaving no chance for the Ancient Dragon Race to catch a breath.

Guhai’s situation was equally dire.

The three Tier Eight Elders newly arrived from the Dongfang Clan surrounded Guhai, with Power of Qingmu circulating endlessly between them, like a green web tightly confining Guhai in the center.

One used Azure Wood Vine to bind Guhai’s limbs and Dragon Wings, restricting his movements; another used Azure Wood Giant Palm to strike head-on, each palm full of strength, pushing Guhai back step by step; the other was responsible for defense and support, with Wooden Shields layering in front of team members, intercepting all of Guhai’s counterattacks.

Though Guhai was immensely powerful, having previously endured successive battles had greatly drained his strength, and now facing three fully fit Tier Eight Elders from the Dongfang Clan, every attempt to break free consumed extensive energy, every advance thwarted by those layered Azure Wood Shields.

His Dragon Wings were entwined with sturdy vines, as if bound by invisible chains, rendering his movements increasingly sluggish, with dark golden Dragon Blood continuously seeping from the wounds, staining his scales.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, the joint assault by Dongfang Long and Dongfang Hong had forced Amond into a desperate situation.

Though Amond was in a state of Frenzy, with six arms wielding like giant hammers in a wild swing, the golden Spiritual Energy surging around him like a storm, Dongfang Hong countered his every attack head-on with Azure Wood Giant Palm, creating muffled booms with each clash.

Dongfang Long used the Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue from the flanks to continually restrain, hundreds of Wooden Palms repeatedly striking, forcing Amond to divert his focus on addressing attacks from all directions.

Despite Amond’s bravery in the Frenzy state, he struggled to break through the encirclement of two equally-tiered adversaries.

His golden fur was caked with dirt and blood, two of his six arms now sagging helplessly after enduring dozens of Azure Wood Giant Palm strikes, with green sap and golden blood leaking from the wound, steadily dripping from his fingers.

His breath grew increasingly heavy, the Frenzied crimson eyes still filled with brutality and murderous intent, yet the overpowering aura had obviously been suppressed.

Fifteen Tier Eight Beastman warriors, amid the siege of over forty human Tier Eight powerhouses, resembled reefs continually washed by tides, though solid, were still being gradually worn down and deprived of sharpness.

The battlefield roared with bursts of sound, blood and dust mixing together, painting a tragic yet grand battle scene within the valley.

Meanwhile, in a valley several hundred miles away, thousands of warriors gathered tightly together, their gaze focused on the man at the center, filled with tension and anticipation.

Then, the man slowly opened his eyes.