Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

On the battlefield, a Water Saint Lord raised his hand and tossed a emerald green lotus seed into the battlefield. The moment the seed touched the water, it transformed into a green lotus. In a matter of moments, a lotus pond formed around the green lotus, forming a massive water spirit formation.

The formation shimmered with light, the azure lotus light flickering, each breath drawing in the water spirit of the East China Sea. This lotus pond enveloped Tian Wu's perimeter, attempting to create a vacuum zone.

Faced with this trick, the remaining heads of Tian Wu sneered and swept the light of destruction, causing countless lotus leaves to quickly decay. However, new lotus flowers immediately grew from these decaying leaves, and they were even more lush than the original ones.

The deity placed a foot on the central blue lotus, and said with a faint smile: "Destruction is not the end of life, but the beginning of new life."

"You!!"

Tian Wu was truly annoyed. Although these bugs posed no threat to him, their methods were bizarre and strange. This weakening would need to last for a hundred years before it could pose a threat to him.

"Do you even have time for this?!" Tianwu roared, sweeping his sword towards one of the attacking dragons. An incredibly powerful bolt of lightning struck, causing Tianwu to shudder involuntarily. The lightning bolt then traveled across his body, leaving patches of charred brown.

Xuan Mo had learned a lot from Zhen Xiao. Sometimes one didn't have to rely on one's own strength; it was possible to use external help. He had been with Su Mu for years, so he had some good things. He threw talismans into the sky, and the clouds suddenly changed.

The snowflakes were extremely frosty, bitingly cold. When they landed on Tian Wu, they condensed into frost. This frost could even freeze the breath of destruction.

Tian Wu wiped it away with his hand and it disappeared completely. Although the damage was not great, he was very annoyed by it repeating over and over again.

"These methods are simply not enough to cause him much damage; we need more powerful methods." The dragons and several gods are desperately trying to restrain Tianwu. Although it seems evenly matched, they all know that Tianwu can make countless mistakes—he has the ability to do so—but they cannot. These attacks are essentially gambling with their lives.

Watching the dragon's blood spill across the sky and earth, the gods bled in the aftermath of the enemy's attack. This battle was far from as optimistic as imagined.

The bodies of the dragons fell into the lotus pond and turned into nutrients. The older generation of dragons had rushed forward with the attitude of certain death.

"BOOM!!"

Another mournful dragon roared. Each roar marked the fall of a giant dragon. This time, the fall had only caused some trouble for Tian Wu, nothing more...

Xuan Mo had already done his best to rescue them, though there was truly no other way. The shattered flesh and bones had paved a viable bloody path for others, and even though this path might not succeed, the water tribe still bravely fought on, never looking back.

As long as we can cause a little damage, we win.

On such a battlefield, no one can stand aside. Fighting to the death isn't just a slogan, it's a literal act. The water tribes, dragons, and gods are writing a bloody and epic chapter with their own deaths.

"Fight!!"

After a hoarse sound, another life was lost. The true dragons were no better off, each fighting at the cost of their lives. Their scales shattered with flesh, their flesh rotted with their spirit and their lives...

Ao Qing closed his eyes with a touch of sorrow, but when he opened them again, only determination remained. Facing the Holy Emperor's question, he said calmly, "Perhaps, I can still give it a try."

He just raised his hand, and a drop of water with silver light appeared in his hand.

It is extremely light and weak, can penetrate any hole, and can devour everything.

This is also the fundamental reason why Ao Qing can absorb starlight. All the secrets come from this inconspicuous drop of water in front of him.

"You actually possess such a priceless treasure."

However, when he saw the water drop in his hand gradually growing bigger and Ao Qing's face getting older bit by bit, the god knew that this man was preparing to use his own life to deliver the strongest blow.

Although we have only known each other for a short time, he is very admirable.

"Perhaps we can try other methods," the deity said.

"No, this is the best way. The permanent damage caused by the tremor, while fundamentally damaging, isn't enough. Adding this might be enough. You cover me; this also needs to be done by surprise, and I need time to prepare. Everything depends on you two. This move will be crucial; only success is allowed, failure is not an option!!"

"Okay! I'll cover for you, at any cost!"

The water deity nodded solemnly, and then divine light erupted from his body, countless streams of water coalescing into a colossal giant. This deity's true form, embodying the laws of heaven and earth, though not comparable to Tianwu in stature, was still awe-inspiring. This god, sword in hand, charged towards Tianwu; the two colossal beings collided, the aftershocks raging.

"Overestimating yourself!" Tianwu roared.

With every blow or collision, the god's body would be covered with cracks and pale blue fragments. However, the god's faint blue light did not fade, but instead became brighter and brighter, as if he was determined to fight to the death.

The battle between the two sides was so massive that it could be described as destroying the world.

Elsewhere, Xuan Mo was sent flying by Tian Wu's blow to Ao Qing's side. Xuan Mo had never suffered such a severe injury since his birth. His broken armor was healing bit by bit, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ao Qing with some surprise.

Ao Qing smiled at Xuan Mo: "I didn't expect this invitation to involve you as well. However, as a dragon, it's only right that you do this, but I still want to say thank you for your hard work."

Xuan Mo shook his head to indicate that everything was fine.

Ao Qing continued, "I know you've saved many dragons, thank you. But could you do me another favor?"

"Grandpa, you're acting like you're giving your last words." Xuan Mo spoke for the first time, but judging from the other person's appearance, it didn't seem like giving his last words, but it certainly did.

"Haha, you've seen it too, this is a last resort. If things continue like this, the Dragon Clan will undoubtedly be defeated. However, I still hope to die a worthy death, so please do me a favor."

"At this crucial moment, use your abilities to deliver this old man before Tianwu. To ensure everything goes smoothly, I'll have to trouble you. This is the Dragon Clan's best chance to turn the tide; it's fleeting, so I hope you'll take it seriously."