System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

In the distance, Zhanxin forcefully activated the essence of the Great Dao Divine Weapon and unleashed a defensive sword technique.

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed the heavens and earth, and a chilling aura spread in all directions like a surging tide. Wherever it went, the air was frozen into sharp ice crystals, which fluttered down.

After a fierce clash with the enemy's attacks, Zhanxin coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Despite her best efforts to resist, the divine weapon in her hand could not withstand the strain, and tiny cracks quietly appeared on the blade, spreading like a spider web.

"Is this the sword technique powered by the essence of the Great Dao Divine Weapon?" Zhanxin stared at the tiny cracks inside the sword, a hint of melancholy in her eyes, and murmured softly, "It seems our fate has run its course." But the firm belief in her eyes vanished in an instant, and she once again wielded the Great Dao Divine Weapon, charging towards the enemy without hesitation.

At this moment, her hair was flying wildly in the wind, and her clothes were stained with blood, yet she still exuded a resolute aura.

One-time use treasures are always extremely precious. Generally speaking, unless they are exceptionally talented disciples who are highly regarded by their sects, they can only carry one one-time use magic item for attack, one for escape, one for defense, and one for trapping enemies when they go out for training.

Bringing too much not only renders it useless, but may also make you a target for others, bringing disaster upon yourself.

At this point, as both sides continuously depleted their one-shot kill magic weapons, the battle entered a fierce and intense phase.

Zhan Xin and the other two activated forbidden techniques, and in an instant, their auras surged, their strength barely surpassing that of the disciples of the Yao Guang Holy Land.

The Gu poison aura around Gu Ying grew increasingly intense, forming a black poisonous mist that dyed the surrounding space with an eerie color.

The sword aura of Zhanxin was even more fierce, as if it could cut space into countless fragments; Bai Li's demonic power surged, and the phantom of a dragon faintly appeared behind her.

However, as the effects of the multiple forbidden techniques gradually weakened, the three members of Zhanxin's offensive methods clearly became ineffective.

Gu Ying's poisonous aura began to thin out, and the Gu worms in the poisonous mist also lost their vitality.

The sword energy that cleaved the heart dimmed, and the power of the sword moves it unleashed was greatly reduced; Bai Li's demonic power also gradually became unsustainable, and the phantom of the dragon behind her became increasingly illusory.

Another cup of tea's time passed. Bai Li's blood mist was still relatively normal, but Gu Ying and Zhan Xin's blood mist was now less than an inch high. The two knew in their hearts that once the blood mist completely dried up, it would be their death.

Gu Ying's face grew paler and paler, and his once bright eyes became dull and lifeless; Zhan Xin's body swayed precariously, and he could barely hold onto the Great Dao Divine Weapon in his hand.

"Master, Master..." Bai Li, as a great demon with divine beast bloodline, was naturally blessed with exceptional blood and qi. But at this moment, seeing the miserable state of Zhan Xin and Gu Ying, she was extremely anxious. She kept glancing at the True Blood Pool in the distance behind her, her eyes filled with worry and anticipation.

Her enormous dragon form constantly darted across the battlefield, each movement creating a gust of wind as she tried to buy more time for Zhanxin and Guying.

Ten more breaths passed, and Zhan Xin and Gu Ying's aura completely dried up. A deep-seated weakness washed over them, making it extremely difficult for them to even maintain their airborne posture. Their bodies began to slowly fall, as if drawn by an endless abyss of darkness.

"Hahaha--"

At this moment, Senior Brother Qianhe held the Holy Light Divine Bow, with dazzling arrows gathered on the bowstring. The arrows exuded a strong holy aura, seemingly capable of purifying all evil in the world.

He sneered at Gu Ying, who was now extremely weak and had fallen to the ground, "You all have reason to be proud."

Senior Brother Qianhe's eyes were filled with disdain and smugness, as if in his eyes, Gu Ying and the others were lambs to the slaughter.