There were only eighty breaths of time left.
The hundreds of people on the formation diagram all had anxious expressions on their faces, feeling terrified in their hearts. They had no idea what they would do if something like this happened to them.
At first, they thought it was a gift from their ancestors. But now, what was the so-called battle of honor? They started to feel nervous.
Su Tianyuan seemed to understand. He shouted, "Su Huan, this is a test from our ancestors. Defeat the other deities' descendants within one hundred breaths of time, and you will get great benefits, even a gift from our ancestors. If you win, it will be the pride of our Martial God Ancient City and the pride of our ancestors. Let's fight."
This sentence stirred up everyone's blood.
"Yeah, our ancestors will not harm us. If we win, we will get great benefits. Our Martial God Ancient City is a fighting clan, and the Martial God is the god of fighting. In terms of fighting, how can we lose to others?"
"That's right. Su Huan, hurry up and fight."
Under the urging of their brothers, the hearts of the nine disciples on the white jade platform gradually burned with passion. It was as if they could see a bright future waiting for them. Only the one who won would be able to obtain the final victory, and that would have to happen within the remaining 70 breaths of time.
"Fight."
The nine of them roared in unison. Their eyes were already bloodshot. They rushed towards the others crazily. The time limit of one hundred breaths of time had put great pressure on them. In order to be the only winner within the time limit, they didn't hesitate to fight.
This was a battle of honor for their ancestors.
The winner would bring honor to their ancestors.
"Su Huan, do your best."
The onlookers were all excited. Although they hadn't participated in the battle yet, their eyes were also bloodshot. The seventy-two deities had been fighting openly and secretly in the ancient city. Finally, there was a chance to compete secretly. The hatred that had been accumulated for a long time burst out. Under the time limit, it was hard for them to show mercy.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
In an instant, the nine of them were fighting.
This was a chaotic battle. Under the time limit, no one even realized that they could be the winner by staying out of it. Of course, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, no one could stay out of it.
"Taiwu Supreme has arrived."
Su Huan summoned twelve Taiwu True Lords and used the Taiwu Fists to attack with the Martial God's will. In this short period of time, almost all the God's Blood Seething that could be used were used.
In this tragic chaotic battle, as long as one's performance was slightly outstanding, they would basically be surrounded and attacked by two or three people. Everyone's eyes were already red with killing intent, and even Su Huan did not join forces with his friends from the profound ice Divine City. Very quickly, the first Martial Warriors was knocked out of the battle circle. His entire body was stained with blood, and he was heavily injured. He was on the verge of death, and he definitely lost the ability to fight again.
No one paid any attention to the person who was still fighting.
And at this moment, something happened that shocked the onlookers.
The White Jade Platform with a diameter of about three meters under the first injured martial artist suddenly became hollow, as if a hole had been opened on the White Jade Platform. The martial artist let out an earth-shattering scream and fell into the hole. Below the White Jade Platform, there was endless nine-colored mist.
The people who were shouting were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with fear.
"This … this … heavens."
"How could this be, how could this be, my ancestor …"
Countless people looked back in shock at the God's Shadow on their formation diagram.
The so-called result of being eliminated was actually death …
No one thought that the person who was thrown off the White Jade Platform and surrounded by the endless nine-colored mist could survive with his own ability. This was simply impossible …
In other words, eight of the nine people on the White Jade Platform would die. If the winner was not decided in the end, all nine would die.
The significance of this was simply too heavy. To everyone, this was a huge blow.
Therefore, at this moment, hundreds of people were stunned.
The people who were still on the White Jade Platform stopped fighting and stared blankly at the big hole that suddenly appeared. At this moment, the White Jade Platform had returned to its original state, but the defeated martial artist had disappeared forever.
"He … is dead."
Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their faces pale. One could see that their bodies were trembling and covered in cold sweat. They had never thought that death would be so close and so long.
There were still fifty breaths of time left, and half of it had passed.
They were still young, who would be willing to die in such an inexplicable way?
Furthermore, they were unwilling to accept this. Wasn't the Battlefield of the Gods supposed to be the graves of their ancestors? Why were they treating them like this? Were they using the lives of their descendants to play a game? What was the meaning of this so-called Battle of Glory?
If they won, would they get glory?
They had no time to think so much. Although they were extremely conflicted and in pain, and even scared to the point of madness, there would always be people who took this opportunity to fight for their survival.
"Go to hell."
A person beside Su Huan took advantage of the moment when Su Huan was stunned and stabbed him with a sword. With the stirring of nirvana energy, Su Huan was instantly thrown away.
"Despicable."
The people of Martial God Ancient City cursed, their eyes were bloodshot.
Su Huan fell to the ground, heavily injured. He ignored the huge wounds on his body and struggled to climb up from the white jade platform. He cried and struggled, "No … I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
But at this moment, the white jade platform still caved in. Su Huanghun let out an unwilling scream, and his figure was gradually submerged until it completely disappeared. His struggle when he fell, his unwilling eyes, and the despair before his death, all made everyone feel as if their hearts were in an icehouse.
The Su Clan disciples of Martial God Ancient City all sat on the ground, blankly looking at the Martial God phantom.
"Su Tianyuan, what are you saying? What battle of glory? Isn't this just sending themselves to death? Only one out of nine will survive, or all of them will die."
Someone pulled on Su Tianyuan's clothes, crying.
"How would I know?"
Su Tianyuan forcefully kicked him away. His expression crumbled, and he was also at a loss. He opened his mouth and looked at the Martial God phantom, saying in pain, "Ancestor, what is going on?"
He knelt on the ground, and the others followed suit, crying, "Ancestor, please spare us. Ancestor."
However, the Martial God phantom didn't move, remaining cold and indifferent.
On the white jade platform, in order to make it to the last moment, to obtain the only chance of victory and survival, the remaining seven people fought with their lives on the line. As they attacked without any regard for their lives, injuries appeared one after another, and some were even directly killed.
Soon, there were only ten breaths of time left.
On the white jade platform, there were only three people left.
One of them was riddled with wounds, but he hadn't fallen yet. When he saw that the other two were actually targeting him, he fiercely roared, "You all want to live, right? I won't. If you want me to die, then don't even think about living. Come and chase me, haha."
With that, he broke free from the encirclement and fled. The white jade platform was so big, and everyone's strength was about the same. To catch up to someone in ten breaths of time and then defeat them was simply impossible.
"Ah."
But at this moment, something unforeseen happened. The ground beneath the fleeing martial artist suddenly caved in, and a huge force directly swallowed him, causing him to fall into the nine-colored fog, instantly disappearing.
Everyone understood that if anyone gave up the battle, even if they weren't defeated, they would still be considered eliminated, and there would only be one ultimate expert left on this white jade platform.
There were only eight breaths of time left, and two people.
Within the Martial God diagram, Long Chen narrowed his eyes as he watched all of this, a serious expression on his face.
This was happening in the Battlefield of the Gods, and only gods could play this game. This was the power of gods, and as a mere mortal, Long Chen couldn't resist it at all. Even Long Qinglan couldn't resist it, and could only act according to the rules. He was unwilling to accept that he could fight no matter what, but if everyone had to experience this battle, what would happen to Lingxi …
Would he have to watch her die in front of him …
This cute and gentle little woman …
Thinking of that possible scene, Long Chen's heart broke. His eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were tightly clenched. There was no doubt that this was a great disaster for him.
He hadn't expected such an unforeseen event to occur in the Battlefield of the Gods.
There was a large amount of hot air in his chest.
Suddenly, a smooth hand grasped him, the gentleness and coldness calming Long Chen's restless heart. Tilting his head, he saw Lingxi smiling sweetly at him. "Chen, you don't believe me again. I won't lose."
"Little Xi, I …"
Long Chen wasn't afraid of anyone, but this was the power of the primordial gods. He didn't even know if these existences were still alive. What were they planning?
Were they planning to let these thousands of descendants of gods go through endless cycles of battles, and finally choose one survivor?
Not only was Lingxi here, but Li Xuanji was also here …
Ling Xi gripped his hand tightly and pursed her lips. Then, she said with a gentle smile, "For you, I will also do my best to survive. Big Brother Chen, please believe me, I won't die in front of you. I know that this will be the hardest thing for you to bear, so … I won't."
When she said this, there was a strong determination in her voice.
Long Chen took a deep breath. His eyes were cold as he said, "Okay, let's prepare first."
At this time, on the white jade platform, before the countdown ended, the two cultivators hadn't decided a winner. They wanted to live, so they used their most lethal methods. It wasn't easy to endure to this point, so they both died.
In the last moment, the countdown ended and the white jade platform disappeared. The two cultivators screamed miserably as they were swallowed by the nine-colored fog. Large amounts of nine-colored fog engulfed the white jade platform, and the area outside the array became a sea of multi-colored fog.