Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2741 -

Within the eerie and profound depth of the Blood Prison Array, Lin Dong and Macaron moved like sharpened blades cutting through the darkness, their focus entirely locked onto Xue Chen.

Every strike they delivered carried a momentum capable of rattling mountains and rivers alike.

Gradually, the fractures appearing on Xue Chen’s crimson robes mirrored the growing trepidation in his heart.

Xue Chen understood that prolonging this skirmish would only lead him deeper into the abyss of defeat.

As he felt his own strength waning and his adversaries' attacks growing increasingly relentless, an unprecedented sense of peril consumed him.

He realized that this struggle necessitated an immediate resolution, or he would forfeit the chance to claim victory forever.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Sky, by my own heart, awaken the slumbering Ancestor Power!" Xue Chen whispered internally, a look of grim determination flashing in his gaze.

He recognized this maneuver as his final gambit, a Forbidden Technique he had desperately hoped to avoid.

This was because the process demanded the sacrifice of his most vital heart blood, posing a risk of permanent damage to his life energy.

As Xue Chen exerted his mental control, his chest shivered, and an ancient, formidable aura began to stir from deep within him.

His eyes shifted into a deep crimson, seemingly capable of devouring all light, while an excruciating, fiery sensation ravaged his entire being.

Yet, budding within this agony was a reservoir of strength he had never tapped into before.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Sky, Blood Ancestor, bestow your power upon me; I offer my soul and lifespan as tribute!" As Xue Chen released a low roar, his chest split open, and a drop of heart blood glistened like a ruby, soaring upward to manifest as a swirling tornado of red descending toward the heavens.

This whirlwind embodied Xue Chen’s desperate hunger for conquest, his defiance against destiny, and his invocation of the Ancestor, cloaking the entire Blood Prison Array in a sinister scarlet hue.

As the momentum reached its zenith, the tornado erupted, scattering countless microscopic blood droplets, each holding enough destructive potential to reduce mountains and rivers to dust.

These specks, glowing like Xing Chen, acted like the scythe of the Death God, slicing through space and vaporizing anything in their path—be it solid rock or a formidable foe—into mere nothingness.

Lin Dong and Macaron, despite their exceptional prowess, felt an unprecedented crisis loom over them.

They found themselves engulfed in a sea of blood, where this overwhelming power devoured their surroundings, making even the act of breathing a struggle.

The power of the Blood Sacrifice to the Sky was not merely destructive; it carried a soul-crushing weight that seemed to force the very earth and sky to tremble in submission before the Forbidden Art.

As the technique reached its fruition, all latent energy within the Blood Prison Array converged into two distinct spiral currents.

These currents eventually condensed into two minuscule droplets of blood.

Though they appeared insignificant, these tiny spheres seemed to contain the weight of the entire universe, holding energy capable of overturning Qian Kun.

They hung suspended in the air like dark-forged rubies, casting off an alluring yet terrifying gleam.

Traversing an unfathomable path, they shot toward Lin Dong and Macaron, defying space and time as they carried the inescapable omen of mortality.

Lin Dong’s pupils constricted tight; he sensed the catastrophic intensity held within those droplets, like twin stars on the verge of detonation, threatening to incinerate everything into ashes.

An unprecedented sense of dread washed over him; despite his status as a Second Heaven Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, he confronted the shadow of death more vividly than ever before.

"The power within these droplets is at least equivalent to the self-detonation of a peak Fourth Layer Heaven Heavenly Realm Martial Artist!"

Lin Dong’s voice dropped low, his expression hardening as resolution and anxiety warred in his eyes.

He instantly summoned every ounce of his cultivation to prepare for the onslaught, while inwardly fearing that even his most stalwart defenses might crumble before such overwhelming force.

Across from him, Macaron also realized the apocalyptic nature of the attack, his own expression solemn as he calculated the devastating outcome of a collision.

He knew well that even the most formidable weapon of human technological civilization — the nuclear bomb — could not rival these two droplets.

"Your technological weapons are centered on the nuclear bomb, are they not?" Xue Chen’s voice resonated through the empty array with a chilling mockery.

"These two droplets refined through the Blood Sacrifice to the Sky each contain energy eclipsing the combined explosive force of one hundred atomic bombs! Can you hope to survive? Hahaha..."

Xue Chen’s laughter echoed like the taunt of a reaper, dragging the hearts of his opponents into despair.

"Be destroyed, and let these two drops carry you to your end!"

Xue Chen’s voice rolled through the array with undeniable madness, his hysterical laughter suggesting he already saw Lin Dong and Macaron’s downfall.

The two terrifying droplets approached like twin meteors carrying the finality of judgment, surging forward with unstoppable might.

As they flickered with scarlet light, the very space around them groaned, signaling the onset of absolute destruction.

If these projectiles came within a hundred paces, they would surely trigger an explosion equivalent to a planetary collapse.

At this moment of life and death, Macaron chose not to flee but to meet the disaster head-on.

He inhaled deeply, a flicker of resolve lighting his eyes as he unleashed the Forbidden Art of his Dark Family: the 'Dark Shield'.

This barrier manifested as a massive obsidian wall, radiating an eerie, profound light capable of swallowing all incoming illumination and force, forming his ultimate line of defense.

Simultaneously, Macaron channeled the Law of Heaven and Earth to launch a desperate counterattack.

With a sequence of rapid hand seals and a frantic incantation, every dark element in the vicinity converged into a gigantic black beam, hurtling toward the incoming droplet with enough force to shatter the firmament.

His strategy was surgical: destroy the droplet at a distance or at least sap a portion of its explosive energy to mitigate the shockwave.

Then, he would use the 'Dark Shield' to endure the remaining, albeit still lethal, blast.

However, could Macaron’s plan withstand such an unearthly assault? Would he survive this final duel?

All of this was now surrendered to the whims of fate.

Even while struggling to repel the droplet, he spared a glance toward Lin Dong, wondering silently, "What trick will he use to defend against this? Does he have a hidden trump card waiting in the wings?"