Song Yan is not a three-legged mist toad, so he felt that he couldn’t obtain the essence blood of one, but what he was doing at the moment was "finding a way to merge the lifebound secret treasure into the body from the ’Mirage Mist Toad Chanting Three-legged Scripture’."
But this step was not easy, especially as he also had to consider whether it would affect the Divinity Transformation Realm later, which required utmost caution.
However, he knew very little about the Divinity Transformation Realm.
Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the not-so-distant dome of the stone chamber, and after a long time, a look of determination and fierceness flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and suddenly called out in his mind, "Long’er!"
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Boom!
After another clash, Long Muyun and Vilampu separated, while the Emperor Shixiang stood hunched over on one side, seriously injured.
This demon, known for its strong physique, couldn’t even withstand a single move in front of the slender Long Muyun.
The levels of power between the two sides were simply not on the same plane.
The Elephant Emperor recalled that seemingly ordinary strike just now, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.
If he could wield the power of heaven and earth with a single swing, causing everything to bend to his power, and with one move, mountains and rivers became like paper, folding and collapsing under his might—even changing the surrounding landscape during a great battle with someone—then the woman’s sword was like the blade that cut paper.
Its proud strength, when met with that blade, was like a meaty fist facing an incredibly sharp knife, directly torn apart with crushing ease.
"Divinity Transformation, Primordial Ancestor..."
Emperor Shixiang murmured.
Then, it looked toward Vilampu.
This insect emperor, who seemed to have strength comparable to it, but in fact, hid many secrets, now revealed its true "fangs."
Its body expanded wildly, transforming into a giant black wind man, several dozens of yards tall.
Every insect in this giant was absorbing and repelling at the same time, making the Wood Profound power exceptionally pure, so pure that it rejected all other elements.
If all things have form, they must be a mixture of many things, and such "mixtures" were like crumbled tofu in the face of pure power, merely young or old, but fundamentally not on the same race track.
Long Muyun said, "Even if you destroy your own realm and fall back to the Divine Infant, trying to delay facing the Divine List Immortal Position, your power hasn’t waned. But I am the Fire Profound, and you are the Wood Profound... you are restrained by me, and this is your fate."
The Black Wind Giant Vilampu said in a strange voice, "The five elements contend, but how complicated are the changes among them? Today, let’s see if your fire will burn my wind, or my wind will extinguish your fire!"
With that, it stood ready.
But after waiting for a long time, Long Muyun did not move.
The white-clad fairy seemed to have sensed something and fell into contemplation.
Vilampu did not rush to attack; there was no point in rushing at this moment, and it was more important to see clearly the opponent’s intention and trap.
So, Vilampu probed, "Distracted during a magical battle, what are you up to?"

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