Jun Wushuang formed hand seals with both hands, and the Blood Lotus's light intensified.
Six Blood Corpses roared in unison, their bodies writhing and deforming like liquid, instantly transforming into six blood-red pillars that shot skyward, all aiming at Jun Wushuang.
As the blood pillars merged, a brilliant crimson light erupted around Jun Wushuang, his aura rapidly escalating, and a destructive pressure permeated the air.
This was Jun Wushuang's ultimate killing move—the Blood Lotus Fusion Technique.
The Blood Lotus Fusion Technique could only be used once in a lifetime.
Originally, Jun Wushuang had planned to wait until he had fully lit 13 lotus seeds and cultivated 13 top-tier Blood Corpses before unleashing this technique, thereby completely establishing his invincible foundation.
However, the current situation was pressing, forcing him to use this final trump card prematurely.
Blood-red light surged heavenward, Jun Wushuang's aura approached its limit, and the full power of the Blood Lotus Fusion Technique was unleashed, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
Before Jun Wushuang, another lotus flower with the Sharpness attribute slowly emerged, and the Blood Lotus gradually merged with it.
At a visible pace, the originally pale golden Sharpness Lotus quickly became stained with an eerie blood-red hue.
The two intertwined, releasing a terrifying pressure that shook the heart.
The seventh lotus seed on it suddenly lit up, and the Sharpness and Blood attributes perfectly merged, instantly pushing Jun Wushuang's aura beyond its limit.
But it wasn't over yet; the eighth lotus seed also began to flicker, and Jun Wushuang's momentum swept across the entire field like a fierce storm.
Zuo Feng's expression was solemn; he had never expected that in such a desperate situation, Jun Wushuang could unleash such terrifying power.
Currently, with no one having even lit the seventh lotus seed, Jun Wushuang had forcibly lit the eighth lotus seed by devouring Blood Corpses and using Blood Lotus Fusion.
Jun Wushuang's malevolent voice echoed across the entire battlefield: "Zuo Feng, this is all your fault! You forced me to use this last trump card prematurely! You and your Firefly will pay the price for this; I will make you and everything you have turn to ash!"
Blood-red light soared, the eighth lotus seed was half-lit, Jun Wushuang's momentum reached its peak, and the entire battlefield trembled under his pressure.
Zuo Feng's face was grave; if Jun Wushuang had only lit the seventh lotus seed, he would still have been confident in withstanding his attacks, but with the eighth lotus seed half-lit, the pressure had exceeded its limit, and Zuo Feng was unsure if he could resist this destructive power.
Under Jun Wushuang's formidable pressure, the remaining Mutants of Shuang Wu City were greatly invigorated, their eyes filled with fervent adoration, as if they saw the dawn of victory.
A strong individual who had half-lit the eighth lotus seed—in a world where no one had even lit seven lotus seeds—Jun Wushuang undoubtedly became an invincible existence, and their leader was this invincible being!
The Firefly's girls naturally witnessed this scene; they had never encountered such a terrifying powerhouse before.
That was an existence who had half-lit the eighth lotus seed.
Their hearts were filled with dread; their Feng Ge was fighting in his true form; facing such a powerful enemy, could their Feng Ge withstand it?
The girls instantly became anxious and immediately controlled their clones to rush towards Zuo Feng with all their might, attempting to provide support as quickly as possible.
Even the five Python Branch Giant Trees vibrated in unison at this moment, uprooting themselves and moving towards Zuo Feng's direction.
Lu Zhuoyan, who was observing the battle, watched this scene anxiously.
He was located at the rear of the battlefield and could not provide support, and with his limited strength, even if he went, it would only increase casualties.
He secretly prayed in his heart: "Zuo Feng, you must hold on!"
In a world where even Mutants who had lit the seventh lotus seed hadn't appeared, who would have thought that someone who had half-lit the eighth lotus seed would emerge?
This was simply unbelievable.
Pigeon's eyes widened; the scenes today made her utterly disbelieving, and the shock in her heart was beyond words.
In the distance, the scouts from Dream City were also dumbfounded.
They had never witnessed such powerful strength and all recorded this scene, secretly feeling fortunate that they were merely observers.
The news, once it reached Dream City, would undoubtedly cause a huge stir, and Jun Wushuang's name was destined to be recorded in history.
"Blood Edge Path: Great Treasure Sword!"
Jun Wushuang roared, condensing a massive blood-red sword glow, its sword energy crisscrossing, pointing directly at Zuo Feng.
His forced lighting of the lotus seeds also came with a price; although he had half-lit the eighth lotus seed, his seventh and eighth skills remained unlocked.
Currently, his strongest attack was still his sixth skill, "Blood Edge Path: Great Treasure Sword."
However, the power of his current sixth skill was no longer what it once was; it had advanced to a half-step eighth-level skill!
"Zuo Feng, die!" Jun Wushuang pointed directly at Zuo Feng, and a 10-meter-long blood-red greatsword, like a crimson rainbow, instantly tore through space, bearing down on Zuo Feng.
Zuo Feng took a deep breath, his entire body's spiritual power surging wildly; he knew this was a life-or-death struggle.
A Space Shield instantly appeared in front of Zuo Feng, glowing brightly.
This was Zuo Feng's first skill, inherited from Kong Ling, and also the most special skill among all of Zuo Feng's skills—a skill with an attached skill.
"Absolute Defense!" Zuo Feng roared, and the Space Shield's light suddenly intensified, forming an indestructible barrier.
Zuo Feng did not know the upper limit of Absolute Defense, but so far, it had never failed.
This skill directly consumed thirty percent of Zuo Feng's internal special ability.
Facing the approaching sword glow, a hint of madness flashed in Zuo Feng's eyes.
He had always wondered about the limit of his defense, and today, perhaps he could get an answer from Jun Wushuang.
Metallic Skin, Withered Wood Armor, Black Fire Membrane, and Black Hole Shield were all activated to their limits, five layers of protection stacked one upon another, making Zuo Feng's figure appear as stable as a mountain amidst the light.
The blood-red greatsword and Absolute Defense made first contact, colliding fiercely, shaking the void, and scattering light everywhere.
The blood-red greatsword's glow, like a torrential storm, impacted the Space Shield, which was enhanced by Absolute Defense.
Ripples spread across the shield's surface, and the sword glow intensely rubbed against it, emitting a grating sound.
Zuo Feng's entire body's special ability surged like a tide, his gaze fixed on the point of clash between the sword glow and the shield's surface, silently thinking: "Hold on!"
Time seemed to freeze, every second feeling incredibly long.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, tiny cracks appeared on the Space Shield.
Zuo Feng's pupils instantly contracted, his heart tightening.
That was the Space Shield enhanced by Absolute Defense; before, let alone cracks, it had never even suffered minor damage.
The cracks rapidly spread, and the Space Shield's light drastically diminished.
Zuo Feng gritted his teeth, his internal special ability surging wildly.
Once the Space Shield shattered, it would be up to his other defensive skills to withstand this fatal blow; he had to give his all.
"Crack, crack, crack" The cracks spread like a spiderweb, and the Space Shield finally shattered, fragments scattering.
But similarly, the blood-red greatsword had nearly half its sword glow eroded, its power significantly weakened.
Zuo Feng instantly activated the Black Hole Shield to its full extent.
The Black Hole Shield surged with dark light, forming a new line of defense, attempting to devour the blood-red sword glow.
The Black Hole Shield and the sword glow collided fiercely, black holes and blood-red light intertwined.
Zuo Feng keenly noticed that the Black Hole's devouring power against the blood-red greatsword was not producing the expected effect.
It seemed the upper limit of the devouring power was level seven, and against a half-step eighth-level skill, the devouring power could not take effect.
The blood-red greatsword stubbornly penetrated the black hole, but its volume had shrunk by another quarter.