Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2740 - 2739: The Moment of Decision

While Xue Chen managed to parry the fierce onslaught from Lin Dong’s sword intent and Macaron’s Dark Sword through sheer willpower and formidable strength, the Blood Prison Array beneath him was struggling.

As the ground trembled violently, the structure seemed on the verge of shattering under the immense pressure. Lin Dong’s eyes flashed with a razor-sharp keenness as he observed the fracturing formation. A cold smirk tugged at the corner of his lips: "He is hitting his limit. With a few more strikes, he will surely run out of strength to maintain the Blood Prison Array."

Upon hearing this, Macaron’s gaze turned ruthless. Without a second thought, he tapped into his internal forbidden arts—a secret technique of the Dark Family reserved only for dire circumstances.

Dark, malevolent energy pooled in his palm, coalescing into a void-warping light that surged toward Xue Chen with enough momentum to level everything in its path.

Lin Dong was equally proactive, fully aware that hesitation could prove fatal in the heat of battle. He inhaled deeply as his aura sharpened; he unleashed his trump card: "Sword One."

The luminous blade cut through the air like a soaring dragon, aiming straight for Xue Chen’s vitals with relentless speed.

He refrained from using "Sword Two" purely for strategic reasons. Given the chaotic nature of the fight, he remained wary of Macaron's true intentions.

Had he exhausted himself with "Sword Two" to finish Xue Chen, he would have been left in a state of utter depletion. If Macaron decided to betray him at that critical juncture, all his hard work would have served merely to clear the path for his rival.

Thus, Lin Dong opted for caution, sticking with the "Sword One" technique.

The two men moved like streaks of lightning under the darkening sky, tracing lethal arcs as they flanked Xue Chen.

Xue Chen stood his ground, his body vibrating not from terror, but from the volatile energy roiling within his veins. He knew this was a battle of survival; there could be no retreat.

Facing the combined pressure, he admitted he was confronting his most desperate challenge yet.

"Come!" Xue Chen bellowed, his voice vibrating through the Blood Prison Array.

He gestured with both hands, causing a crimson screen to descend from the heavens. The Blood Realm Sky Curtain formed a massive cage that shielded him from their relentless barrage.

However, Xue Chen’s features drained of color. Every activation of this technique felt akin to burning his own Life Fire.

Watching this, Lin Dong felt a surge of cold triumph. He knew the Blood Realm Sky Curtain was powerful but not impenetrable. They just needed to find the weakness.

"We can't just keep grinding away," he signaled to Macaron. "Hunt for the flaw!"

Macaron nodded, a grim resolve taking hold of his expression as he condensed his dark energy to its apex.

He darted forward like a phantom, appearing at Xue Chen’s flank and driving his dark longsword toward his enemy’s vital points.

Xue Chen snorted, twisting his torso to gracefully bypass the strike. However, he failed to notice Lin Dong circling behind him. The Yangxin Sword glinted with icy intent, striking like a viper toward his defenseless back.

Xue Chen paled in shock, stunned by the seamless coordination of his opponents. Yet, at the final second, his internal Qisurge erupted, manifesting a blood-red barrier that deflected the lethal blow.

"Do you honestly think you can kill me?" Xue Chen sneered, a hint of mania infecting his tone. He knew he was running dry, but he refused to yield.

Lin Dong and Macaron exchanged a knowing glance, their resolve strengthening.

"He’s reaching his breaking point—press the attack!"

They understood that the climax of the battle had arrived, and there was no holding back.

"Again!" Lin Dong screamed as he lunged forward. Macaron followed, their strikes falling like a torrential downpour. Despite Xue Chen’s desperate resistance, his defenses started to crumble, and his Blood Realm Sky Curtain began to flicker.

The illumination of the Blood Prison Array became erratic, with fine fissures forming across the web of Blood Qi, threatening to collapse entirely.

Xue Chen understood that the loss of his array would spell ruin. Without it, he would be defenseless against the crushing force of Lin Dong’s Earth Dragon Treasure Technique.

"No, I cannot allow this," he growled, his eyes burning with crimson intensity. He clenched his teeth, making a harrowing, final choice.

He glared at his opponents, witnessing the same unyielding determination in their eyes. At this junction of life and death, he finally shrieked, his voice laced with hysteria: "You have left me no choice!"

"If you insist on forcing my hand, I will obliterate you, even if it costs me my heart blood!"

For the Extraterritorial Blood Clan, heart blood was the quintessence of both soul and vitality—a resource never squandered lightly. Yet, now, he had no alternative. He poured everything into awakening the forbidden power locked within his soul.

An ancient, malevolent aura began to boil over from within him, promising to drench the battlefield in blood.

A twisted, desperate grin touched Xue Chen’s lips. He accepted that he would pay a heavy price for this, but at the edge of extinction, he no longer cared for anything but the chance to survive.

Lin Dong and Macaron sensed the terrifying change.

"He’s unleashing his ultimate technique," Macaron muttered. "When the Extraterritorial Blood Clan uses heart blood for Blood Forbidden Arts, it is nightmare incarnate!"

Lin Dong’s expression grew grave. "The final moment of this battle has arrived!"