Chapter 1145: Chapter 1145

His mana was almost depleted.

As for the Power of the Mountains and Seas...

Below, the land stretched out with a web of gaping fissures.

The Power of the Mountains and Seas is an almost flawless technique.

If one must say there's a flaw, it would be just one—it can only be used once in a place.

Because it feeds on the vitality of the land, and this process is irreversible.

Furthermore, the land's vitality outside Northern River Border had already been consumed by Lu Qingshan two days ago.

Therefore, the Power of the Mountains and Seas cannot be performed again in the Northern River Border area.

He seemed to have reached the end of his rope.

Yet Lu Qingshan was utterly unruffled, brimming with immense confidence.

He paused, his gaze sharp as a sword shooting straight at Xuan Du Demon Marshal, "However, once I arrived here, your fate was sealed..."

Eyes as sharp as a sword?

No, his eyes truly held Sword Intent.

A Sword Qi shot out from Lu Qingshan's eye.

It was a dazzling snow-white Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi crashed directly upon the dimension supported by Xuan Du Demon Marshal, followed by a sharp screeching sound.

Then, the Sword Qi burst forth, transforming into a mythical unicorn, Zhaojie, whose horn disregarded Xuan Du's dimension, and the brilliant Divine Demon Body, and pierced straight into his body.

Pupil Skill: Zhaojie.

But it didn't end there.

Two transparent, ripple-shining small swords aligned in a straight line, once again shot out from Lu Qingshan's brow, flying directly towards Xuan Du Demon Marshal.

The forms of the two small swords were elusive, practically indistinguishable.

Heart Sword—the Nine-Refined Fetal Light Sword and Nine-Refined Invigorating Spirit Sword.

The two Heart Swords formed a frost line, penetrating Xuan Du's brow without obstruction, disappearing from sight.

Both Heart Sword and Zhaojie Pupil Skill are strange spells capable of killing a Primordial Spirit, directly impacting the source god.

Under these circumstances, what good is Xuan Du Demon Marshal's Divine Demon Body, no matter how strong? ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ⓝovelFire.net

—High armor is but a pretense against a mage.

The Primordial Spirit is the source of life; the physical body might perish yet live, but once the Primordial Spirit is gone, all truly ends, and ceases to be.

Lu Qingshan's Element Force was indeed almost depleted.

But let's not forget, he still had his Primordial Spirit, comparable to a mid-Soul Realm of peak Seventh Realm cultivator!

"It hurts!" Xuan Du Demon Marshal uncontrollably moaned, feeling as though a piece of his mind had been chopped away. The dimension he held up began to waver.

This was because he could no longer focus his mind.

But this was only the beginning.

"Ah!!!" The next moment, the moaning turned into a piercing and mournful scream.

The Fetal Light Sword heavily controlled and disturbed, while the Invigorating Spirit Sword was indeed a killing sword.

The black Primordial Spirit within Xuan Du Demon Marshal's sea of consciousness was repeatedly attacked by Zhaojie and the Fetal Light Sword, causing it to tremble and rendering his mind unclear.

Then, the Invigorating Spirit Sword abruptly merged with the Fetal Light Sword.

The dual swords united, radiating divine light, directly splitting the sitting primordial source god in two.

Subsequently, his Primordial Spirit shattered like glass into countless tiny fragments.

Xuan Du Demon Marshal's physical body was unharmed, but his Primordial Spirit was shattered, the flame of life extinguished.

Thus, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and like a kite with a severed string, his physical body plunged straight downward.

His powerful body crashed onto the cracked ground, blasting open a deep pit, dust billowing.

The clamorous battlefield fell into a bizarre silence for a brief moment.

All demonic cultivators wore expressions of shock.

They couldn't believe their new leader was once again beheaded by Lu Qingshan amidst the armies.

Half a thousand feet into their charge, the Northern River Border cultivators each widened their eyes.

"The Demon Race leader..."

After a moment of dead silence, the crowd of cultivators suddenly erupted with earth-shattering buzzing.

They were all ecstatic, morale soaring, shouts ringing out.

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

The rising and falling voices formed a unified wave, echoing across Heaven's Vault, transforming into countless sonorous echoes, shaking eight directions, and pressing heavily upon the Demon Race.

Even now, the strength of the Demon Race still surpassed the Human Race significantly.

But the Demon Race's leadership had just been decapitated by Lu Qingshan, leaving them leaderless, their morale plummeting.

The Human Race's morale was high, tremendously invigorated.

The Black Demon Flower was destroyed, Kudragon and Xuan Du fell in succession, the Demon Race suffering repeated severe blows.

Plus that lone figure standing proudly in the center of the Demon Race's formation, like a Demon King, intimidating them, they seemed to have lost their fighting spirit.

Especially at this moment, Lu Qingshan moved again, relentlessly targeting one demonic cultivator after another.

The Northern River Border cultivators were likewise fighting valiantly, drenched in blood.

All of this, all contributed to the steep decline in the Demon Race's momentum.