Chapter 970 - 360: The Deity Emerging from Moonlight!!!

Obviously, for her...

The pressure from these eight Divine Bone Martial Saints and the corpse tide is still too great.

Fang Qingyu heard this.

He could only take Yan Lin away first and then look for the elderly.

But just at that moment...

"Captain Fang!!!"

An elderly yet full-throated roar suddenly exploded from the direction of the entrance to the blood-colored space.

Then followed a sea-shaking cry of battle.

"Kill—!!!"

Rumble.

The heavy footsteps rolled like thunder, instantly overshadowing the rustling of the corpse tide.

Seen at the gigantic entrance of the blood-colored space.

A mass of deep blue tide surged in frenziedly.

The leader.

Was none other than the ghost elder of the Lingxiao Association.

At this moment, his beard and hair flew, his face showing no trace of obsequiousness or fear, only a near-tragic resoluteness.

In his hand, an ancient bronze longsword emitted a fierce blue sword aura, its tip pointing straight at the corpse tide ahead.

Behind him.

Were as many as four to five hundred elite members of the Lingxiao Association, all clad in uniformly deep blue attire.

Their gazes sharp as knives, their demeanor robustly fierce, all of them Tier Two Peak experts and above.

Among them, the presence of Tier Three Martial Saints numbered no less than several dozen.

They formed a sharp arrow formation, charged with unstoppable momentum, plunging fiercely into the side of the corpse tide.

Splatter! Splatter! Crack!

Sounds of blades piercing flesh and bones shattering suddenly rang out intensely.

Unprepared, the side of the corpse tide was instantly torn open with a huge gap.

Putrid black blood and shattered limbs sprayed everywhere.

The ghost elder led the charge, sword aura slicing through, causing ordinary corpse puppets to fall like mowed grass.

He fought his way forward, his eyes anxiously scanning the battlefield, and upon seeing Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin heavily besieged by the corpse tide and Divine Bone Martial Saints, a gleam of wild joy burst forth in his eyes, shouting again:

"Captain Fang!!! Lingxiao Association has come to assist you in exterminating the Celestial Punishment Association! We will fight to the death without hesitation!!!"

This sudden reinforcements.

Like throwing a scorching iron onto nearly extinguished embers.

Fang Qingyu spun around, witnessing the unstoppable charge of the ghost elder and the Lingxiao Association elite, his gaze flickering with a trace of astonishment and deep confusion.

He remembered not calling for the help of the Lingxiao Association.

Could this ghost elder self-consciously bring his elite to aid him!? This was not like the style of the Lingxiao Association.

But the ghost elder didn’t seem to care whether Fang Qingyu responded to him.

He only continued battling the corpse tide.

Fang Qingyu’s expression grew increasingly bizarre.

Yet clearly now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.

The most important goal now was to find Chen Yuanshan and his grandson.

So in the next moment.

Fang Qingyu appeared beside the ghost elder.

Pointing to Yan Lin in the distance, he said: "Protect her, and just hold the line here until the reinforcements arrive. There’s no need to kill all these corpses."

The ghost elder, in the midst of battle, paused upon hearing this, then immediately agreed.

"At your command!!!"

He swiftly turned his sword, roaring hoarsely to the elite behind him: "Change formation, circular defense, protect the lady, fight to the death without retreat!!!"

"Fight to the death without retreat!!!"

Hundreds of Lingxiao Association elite shouted in unison, the sound waves causing the blood-colored space to buzz loudly.

They instantly abandoned the attack, contracting their formation, layer upon layer.

Constructing a circular defense around Yan Lin, steadfastly blocking the advancing corpse tide on the outside.

The ghost elder himself held the ancient bronze sword, firmly standing as a gate god a few steps from Yan Lin.

Sword aura swirling, it crushed any powerful corpse puppet attempting to breach the defense.

Fixed on the Divine Bone Martial Saints and the corpse tide ahead.

In his muddled old eyes burned a nearly martyr-like fanatical loyalty.

And at this moment, Yan Lin.

Upon learning of the reinforcements.

Her mind was no longer here.

But had plunged into contemplation.

How is Chen Yuanshan’s divine ascension crucially connected with his son and grandson!? Why must he use his direct kin’s corpses....

She pondered this question.

Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu’s figure had drawn a faint starlight trajectory across the blood-colored space.

His speed reaching the extreme as he dashed toward the position of the cross.

Any corpse puppet attempting to leap and obstruct.

Upon touching that flowing starlight, was instantly shattered into powder.

Yet just as Fang Qingyu was about to approach that looming massive cross...

Buzz!

The space in front seemed to solidify.

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared.

Like transparent tempered glass, it forcibly blocked his path.

Fang Qingyu’s figure abruptly halted, his fist covered with Star Point Tribulation Crystal smashing hard against the barrier.

Boom!!!

The deep rumble was like the sound of a giant bell.

The barrier shook violently, ripples spreading madly, but it did not shatter.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping to the left and right sides of the barrier’s manifest.

Sa... Sa...

The thick blood mist was pushed aside by a powerful aura.

On the left, seven figures emerged.

On the right, seven figures emerged as well.

A total of fourteen people.

They were no longer the uniformly black-robed Corpse Puppets.

But dressed in various kinds of tattered garments.

There were tailored suits stained with blood, fragments of deep purple battle attire, and even purple robes embroidered with runes...

They revealed their true selves.

Each face was as pale as a sheet, eyes empty and gray-white, with a faint bluish-gray of death beneath their skin.

Yet even so.

They could not hide the dignity and unmatched aura they held in life.

And above their heads...

One and all Tier Three titles.

If not Martial Saints, then Apostles.

The leader on the left was tall and noble-looking, his countenance still retaining the authority of his commanding presence, even in death.

With just a glance, Fang Qingyu recognized him.

The former Bauhinia Association president.

Xue Zhenyue.

A Peak Tier Three Martial Saint, previously ranked first among the top ten Martial Saints in the City of Injustice.

Behind him, six people, both male and female.

Including the former vice president of the Bauhinia Association, Zhao Shanhe, and the leaders of various halls.

Fang Qingyu had heard Yan Lin briefly mention these individuals before.

And the seven on the right, attired differently...

Their aura equally vast and magnificent.

Also all Tier Three.

Among them, there were indeed surprises.

They were the core leaders of the six major forces who had once participated in the secret meeting at the Night Dome Crown, ultimately forced by Fang Qingyu with the list.

And two other unidentified powerful figures.

All similarly at the peak of Tier Three.

A total of fourteen experts capable of ruling a piece of the City of Injustice.

At this moment, they were controlled by Chen Yuanshan using the Corpse Driving Secret Technique.

Blocking here.

Fourteen pairs of hollow gray-white eyes locked onto Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu looked at the faces of the Bauhinia Association members...

His voice sank, clear amidst the oppressive silence.

"Gentlemen... I’m sorry."

"I couldn’t get you out of this land of injustice alive..."

"Now..."

Saying this, Fang Qingyu slowly straightened his back.

The dark red near-black Tribulation Crystals covering his body suddenly exploded with unprecedented brilliant starlight.

Countless tiny silver light points swirled madly at an unprecedented speed.

Like a boiling galaxy!

"Now... let me send you on your final journey."

"Liberate."

At the moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes completely transformed into two spiraling cosmic galaxies.

His hands suddenly clasped together before his chest.

"Star Remains!!!"

Boom——

An indescribable brilliant starlight erupted centered on Fang Qingyu.

The surging galaxy instantly smashed the invisible barrier ahead.

Ruthlessly tore through the thick blood mist.

Illuminating the entire vast underground blood-colored space.

At the core of this sweeping starlight flood.

Fang Qingyu’s figure underwent earth-shattering change.

The Tribulation Crystals covering his body transformed into a deep black background like the cosmic curtain.

On this blackness, countless dazzling silver stars slowly swirled according to profound and mysterious trajectories, shining and fading, sketching out intricate and sacred star map patterns.

Fang Qingyu’s form seemed to grow taller.

Becoming more upright and slender, imbued with some non-human sense of harmony and perfection.

On either side of his forehead.

Two crystalline horns shimmering with starlight pierced through the void, growing proudly.

Like a deity of the starry sea awakening.

Starlight instantly enveloped all directions.

At this moment.

Fang Qingyu appeared like a deity just emerging from moonlight...!!!