Chapter 801 - 508: Overwhelming the Insect Race! (Two-in-One)

Chapter 801: Chapter 508: Overwhelming the Insect Race! (Two-in-One)

Seeing this, Song Changming took a deep breath, with no intention of retreating at all, he tightened his grip on the sword hilt and once again faced the White-haired Worm Great Demon.

Although one of his eyes was also damaged, he could still fight purely by relying on his spiritual perception.

Moreover, he could feel his related physical traits starting to exert power.

Discomfort and injuries were temporary to him.

He had the Immortal Dragon Body, which granted him rapid regeneration; the venom attached to his body was disintegrated and expelled every second.

After a few breaths, his flesh healed as before, the pain in his head diminished, and the injury in his eye socket did the same.

Then, after blinking a few times, his vision became clear again.

Boom!

In the sky above, a thundercloud storm swept through, the Sword Momentum reaching to the sky, and with one slash, Chong Yin’s arms were severed again.

Seeing his cousin’s dire situation, Chong Hao rushed over, and the two demons joined forces against Song Changming.

This time, Chong Yin had no objections.

He also understood that Song Changming’s strength was rarely seen in the world, and without his second brother’s assistance, he wouldn’t win today!

On the other side, Chongsi, the elder brother of the White-haired Worm, withdrew his gaze from the Ancient Immortal Tree and turned to watch the confrontation in the sky with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, he slowly moved towards where Song Changming was.

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared, blocking his path.

They were none other than Hua Qingchi, Bai Qing, and Situ Ming, as well as two other Martial Arts Grandmasters with Late Realm Cultivation who had arrived!

Situ Ming rested for a moment, his injuries temporarily stabilized. With his body enveloped in an immortal flame, similar to Song Changming’s physical traits, his healing accelerated.

"This demon’s strength is unfathomable; just hold him off until Assistant Minister Hua arrives!" Among the five, an elder with a white beard said in a deep voice, his face extremely solemn, obviously very wary of the Great Demon of the White-haired Worm Race in front of them.

As for Hua Sichen he mentioned, at this moment, he had already intervened in the peak battle where Song Changming was fighting two foes alone.

Among all the Martial Arts Grandmasters sent by the Human Race, only Hua Sichen had the weight to provide support to Song Changming.

"Understood." Hua Qingchi nodded.

Though he was a prominent figure in Cloud Emperor City, carrying the title of the Imperial Family, outside the borders of Yun Province, the Demon Race did not recognize these titles and auras.

Ultimately, everything depended on real strength; past glories were of no use on the real battlefield.

When encountering a formidable enemy, they had to join forces as needed, maintaining pride while also assessing the situation sensibly like a wise man.

Bai Qing remained silent but adhered to the elder’s command.

"I never thought the three of us would have the chance to join forces against an enemy." Situ Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth, intending to laugh but stopped due to his wounds.

In his mind, he resolved to hold off this Great Demon of the White-haired Worm Race in front of them at any cost, preventing the three demons from joining forces, or else no matter how strong Song Changming was, he would be in constant danger!

"Just you?" Chongsi exhaled a breath of toxic mist, speaking calmly.

Seen, his form began to change toward a demon body as well, his aura several degrees stronger than Chong Hao and Chong Yin.

Facing Situ Ming and these five Late Realm-level Martial Arts Grandmasters, he showed no fear at all.

Chongsi moved, stirring a demon wind that quickly engulfed the five people.

"Kill!" Situ Ming, once again enveloped in raging flames, began to fight fiercely.

On the other side, Chong Yin, covered in demon blood, exuded a sour and foul smell.

With a crazed expression, he mustered his power to activate the Insect Race bloodline within him, seemingly trying to awaken something.

Buzz!

Blood light suddenly enveloped Chong Yin, and a dangerous, ancient aura emanated from him.

"It’s done!" He showed a joyous expression, as if accomplishing something he wasn’t fully confident in achieving!

"Forcing me to this extent, hasn’t happened in hundreds of years!" Chong Yin sneered while looking at Song Changming, speaking sinisterly.

The next moment, a blood-red, translucent shadow appeared behind him.

The shadow, evil like a blood ghost, was actually a power sealed within Chong Yin’s Insect Race bloodline, inherited from ancient times, mysterious and powerful like Song Changming’s Witch Race inheritance.

Song Changming could barely discern the outline of the blood-red shadow, very similar to the true form of the White-haired Worm Race.

Under the protection of this Bloodline Power, Chong Yin’s demon power skyrocketed, and the formerly languid aura, battered by Song Changming, became increasingly vigorous.

"Today, I’ll use you to consecrate my insect blood!" Chong Yin felt pleasing.

Activating the ancient power within the bloodline was indeed never an easy task, requiring an opportunity, not something he could achieve just by wanting it.

Corresponding to the difficulty, every successful activation of the bloodline would feedback into the bloodline, granting him an opportunity for bloodline awakening, which was his primary reason for joy.

Each bloodline awakening would make him stronger and elevate his cultivation potential limit, making it crucial!

In fact, this bloodline awakening should thank Song Changming’s relentless pressure.

Without the combat pressure Song Changming brought, he would hardly seize this opportunity.

Of course, there was no way he would ever actually thank Song Changming!

The blood shadow on Chong Yin moved restlessly, seeming to approach Song Changming.

Song Changming indeed felt a stronger sense of threat from this blood shadow, furrowing his brow slightly.

After a brief thought, Song Changming quickly focused his mind and switched to holding the sword with both hands.

With this action, the wind in the world became still, noises gradually faded, and before Song Changming’s eyes, only the number one enemy remained.