Chapter 117 Defeat The Dingtian Pillar fell, and the boundless trench of the East China Sea collapsed into thousands of pieces in an instant. The invisible and intangible power of time and space in the void was erased and distorted, and the sea of clouds in the sky filled with clear sky light disappeared. Layer upon layer of sky was pierced, layer upon layer of atmosphere was torn apart, and above the East China Sea, night fell. The magnificent and vast Taixu starry sea appeared in the eyes of countless East China Sea creatures that survived the disaster. Above the sky, Dongjun Sword slashed down, cutting through the aftermath of the explosion of the Dingtian Pillar in front of him. A fist-sized blood hole appeared on Fuxi's chest, and a trace of Yin energy was entangled on the Qiuhao brush, the fish and dragon picture, the first of the hundred kings, and the Dongjun sword floating around his body. These four spiritual treasures all suffered varying degrees of damage in the moment of collision with the Dingtian Pillar, and required a large amount of natural treasures to repair. "I'm afraid that Ding Tianzhu's attack has surpassed the power of the innate treasure." Fuxi looked a little gloomy, feeling the declining fortune of the dragon clan. He knew that Gu Jian's dying blow had caused great damage to the dragon clan. He didn't know how many of the millions of elite dragon troops in the trench would be left in the end. In the trench, endless sea water surged in from all directions, turning into huge waves that filled the gaps in the trench again. In the turbid whirlpool of huge waves, Tai Qu and Di Hong looked pale and in a miserable state. They both tried their best and barely survived the aftermath of Ding Tianzhu. Countless cracks appeared on the Longyuan Sword in Tai Qu's palm, and three of the Four Seas Mysterious Pearls that were lingering around his body disappeared.
The Taichu sword in Di Hong's hand broke into two pieces, and was completely destroyed. However, compared with Tai Qu, Di Hong looked much better, and his aura was still extremely strong. However, Di Hong's expression was even uglier than Tai Yu's. Looking at the Ding Tianzhu standing in the endless turbulent tide, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "The Taichu Qi has been used once, and it cannot be used a second time in a short time." On the Dingtian Pillar, Gu Jue's body became shriveled and charred. He slowly sat down on the Dingtian Pillar with his dying breath. His cloudy and dim eyes looked at the treasure that he had spent countless efforts to refine, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. "I have worked hard for most of my life to refine this treasure, but in the end, it was just given to you, the dragon clan." "The winner takes all, the strong prey on the weak, you should understand this principle." Fuxi appeared in front of Gu Jian, looked at the face and body of the leader of the ancient snake clan who was constantly turning into ashes and disintegrating, and spoke lightly. "Yes, the winner goes to the king and the loser goes to the bandit. I lost this battle, Di Hong also lost, and Di Hong's sword-horse crab clan also lost, but my ancient snake clan has not lost yet." Gu Jian looked at Fuxi, his bloodstained face showing a slightly ferocious smile to Fuxi: "Feng Xi will revitalize our ancient snake clan, the fight between dragons and snakes is far from over." "Do you know Feng Xi's purpose?" Fuxi looked at Gu Yu with some surprise, as if he was meeting Gu Yu for the first time. "I didn't understand it at first, but when I gathered the army and Feng Xi hesitated to limit the province, I understood. Feng Xi didn't think highly of me, and even less of Gu Qi. She wanted to lead the Ancient Snake Clan alone." Gu Jue gasped and said with emotion, "I was so angry about Gu Qi's death that I lost my mind. But I still knew that many people in the clan were secretly turning to Feng Xi, and I did not stop Feng Xi." Fuxi looked at Gu Jian, who was smiling constantly, and smiled as well: "It seems that I underestimated you before. I placed two bets. You are very smart." "Hahaha, of course! I am the snake ancestor Gu Jue who led the ancient snake clan from nothing to dominate the East China Sea!" Hearing Fuxi's admiration, Gu Jue let out a hoarse laugh, and the Fuxi in front of him seemed to become more pleasing to the eye unconsciously. "I don't like Feng Xi, but I know that Feng Xi is the only chance of survival that God has left for my Ancient Snake Clan." "If I lose this battle, Feng Xi will lead the remaining tribesmen to rebuild the Ancient Snake Clan. If I win, I will have the confidence to suppress Feng Xi after annexing the Dragon Clan and recall the tribesmen who were divided by Feng Xi. I will not lose on either side." Gu Jian looked at Fuxi, his words became intermittent, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously. His lips trembled several times, and a faint sound slowly reached Fuxi's ears along with Gu Jian's body which completely turned into countless ashes and dissipated. A strange color flashed in his eyes, and Fuxi circulated his own magic power according to the formula passed down by Gu Yan, and communicated with the Dingtian Pillar under him. Amidst the blooming of countless spiritual lights, the majestic and huge Dingtian Pillar slowly shrank and turned into a magical needle that sparkled with clear light, which was collected by Fuxi into his own purple palace.
"The fight between tribes is about luck, not about completely destroying the bloodline of a tribe. The bloodline of the Ancient Snake Tribe will not disappear in this vast world. I promise you this." Looking at the wisp of ashes floating in front of him, Fuxi muttered to himself, turned and walked towards Dihong who was confronting Taiqiu in the trench. The attack just now by Ding Tianzhu wiped out all the spiritual water currents in the trench, and most of the armies of the three tribes, namely the dragon tribe, the ancient snake tribe, and the sword horseshoe crab tribe, were killed or injured. Because the dragon clan evolved twelve major formations, they had the fewest casualties, only over million. The sword crab clan had amazing defenses, but their death toll was the second highest, over 2 million. The Ancient Snake Clan suffered the highest number of casualties among the three clans. The Ancient Snake Clan was not good at defense to begin with, and coupled with the fact that 90% of their luck had been drained away by the Ding Tianzhu before, the Ancient Snake Clan's army was basically mostly killed or wounded. Now, only a few hundred thousand soldiers are left in the ancient snake army, struggling to survive, and are besieged by a million-strong army split from the True Dragon clan. The army of sword-horse crabs is still fighting with the army of true dragons. Both armies have suffered heavy casualties, and it will take some time to determine the winner. On Di Hong's side, looking at Tai Qu and Fuxi who surrounded him on the left and right, Di Hong threw away the Taichu sword that was broken into two pieces in his hand, looked at Tai Qu in front of him, and showed a helpless look on his face. "It seems that destiny really lies with your dragon clan. Even if I know destiny well, I cannot change it." Di Hong chuckled, and the luck of being the leader of the sword-horse crab clan began to burn and explode. "In this case, the winner goes to the king and the loser goes to the bandit. I admit defeat. The Sword Crab Clan will withdraw from the competition for the destiny of the prehistoric world. I will die here, but I hope the two Dragon Emperors can let the rest of my clan members go." The moment Di Hong's voice fell, the luck of the sword-horned horseshoe crab clan turned into a torrent and merged into the luck of the dragon clan. Because there was no consumption of mutual fighting, the Sword Crab Clan still retained more than 80% of its luck, unlike the Ancient Snake Clan, whose luck was only left with a mere 10%, and 50% of this 10% was shared by Feng Xi who was nowhere to be found. (End of this chapter)