Chapter 2916: Death of Modo

The two Dragon race Half-Saints, though somewhat outmatched by Ming Feng, had no problem simply containing him. Seizing this excellent opportunity, Lu Ye had already engaged Mo Duo.

Mo Duo's heart sank because the power Lu Ye displayed completely exceeded his expectations. Among the many Half-Saints in the Origin World, his strength was not top-tier, but still quite formidable. Yet, at this moment, he felt he was no match for Lu Ye.

He finally understood why Zhi Fei had been so miserably suppressed by Lu Ye earlier. Zhi Fei's strength was inherently inferior to his own; if even he was struggling now, how could Zhi Fei possibly contend?

It was unbelievable that in such a short time, this human could grow to such an extent. One must remember, Mo Duo had seen Lu Ye in the Origin World before, and at that time, Lu Ye was merely at the Dao Integration realm. Only a few years had passed since then; how could he have grown so much?

He mused inwardly that in terms of raw power alone, the current Lu Ye might even be stronger than the deceased Xue Yuan. If that were the only issue, it would have been fine. Even if he couldn't defeat Lu Ye, Mo Duo had no shortage of means to preserve his life. But ever since Lu Ye had fixed his gaze on him, a chilling feeling had crept into his heart, a constant sense that his life hung by a thread.

This was an instinctive premonition. And looking at the current situation, Lu Ye likely had some hidden means to kill him. Otherwise, there was no reason for this fellow to ignore Xue Jiu's fate and target him instead, even specifically summoning two Dragon race Half-Saints to contain Ming Feng.

With this thought in mind, Mo Duo no longer hesitated. The next moment, the four Half-Saint puppets who had been relentlessly pursuing Xue Jiu simultaneously changed direction and flew towards him.

Xue Jiu was startled. He hadn't understood before why these Half-Saint puppets had abandoned the siege and engaged them after they charged out. Puppets, lacking sentience, only acted on instinct; there was no logical reason for such a change. Now, seeing this scene, he suddenly understood. While mustering courage to chase the four Half-Saint puppets, he shouted loudly, "Be careful, everyone! They can control these puppets!"

Almost as he shouted, Lu Ye couldn't help but frown. He had sent Xue Jiu to lead the charge, using the sea of blood for cover, and summoned the Dragon race's Third and Fifth Ancestors to contain Ming Feng. This was all to create an opportunity for a one-on-one fight with Mo Duo. Now, the opportunity was here, but the four Half-Saint puppets had come as reinforcements. If Mo Duo were to link up with these four Half-Saint puppets, then even if he and Xue Jiu joined forces, they would likely be unable to accomplish anything substantial.

He had to finish this quickly!

As this thought crossed his mind, the long blade in his hand spun like a wheel, resembling a moon. The already potent power of time and sequence on his body suddenly became even richer, and a phantom image of a small tower abruptly appeared behind him.

The Tower of Time!

This treasure not only had the effect of accelerating the flow of time; it was a supreme treasure in itself. While it might not have extraordinary effects in the hands of others, in the hands of Lu Ye, who cultivated the Dao of Time and Sequence, it could amplify the power of his Dao of Time and Sequence.

In that instant, Mo Duo's thoughts suddenly became much sluggish. He clearly saw Lu Ye's long blade sweeping towards him and intended to react, but was always a beat too slow. This strike smoothly landed on Mo Duo. Only then could Mo Duo furiously channel his power, resist the influence of the time and sequence energy, and regain his mental clarity. The next moment, he felt the long blade striking him intensely vibrate. Under such an assault, his protective Dao power began to rapidly melt away like snow under a scorching sun.

Mo Duo was terrified. His vital energy erupted, and his Dao power continuously surged, replenishing his defenses. Yet, even so, the sharp blade still pierced through, nearly severing his body.

"Ah!" Mo Duo shrieked, and tried to withdraw. He never expected that in such a short time of clashing with Lu Ye, he would suffer such severe injury. While there was a gap in their strength, it shouldn't have been this significant. Even though he knew Lu Ye had used some secret technique, which appeared to be highly draining and likely left him with little energy for the next one or two breaths, he dared not entertain many thoughts. In this life-or-death crisis, this Demon race Half-Saint followed his instinctive desire for survival.

As expected, Lu Ye showed no intention of pursuing. As his strength gradually increased, the consumption of the Blade Tremor secret technique became increasingly terrifying, and the burden on himself similarly grew heavier. Just as Mo Duo had thought, after that strike, Lu Ye indeed had little energy left for one or two breaths. In clashes between powerful individuals, one or two breaths were enough to decide life or death. If Mo Duo had mustered his remaining courage and advanced instead of retreating, he could indeed have caused Lu Ye considerable trouble.

Of course, that was assuming Lu Ye didn't have a trump card.

Almost simultaneously with Mo Duo's rapid retreat, Lu Ye raised his hand and pinched a speck of golden light. He gazed coldly at Mo Duo. As he channeled Dao power into it, the golden light trembled slightly in his hand and suddenly vanished.

"Heavenly Weaving Needle!" Mo Duo shrieked in terror. After seeing the golden light and sensing its familiar aura, he recognized this supreme treasure. After all, the Feather race's Heavenly Weaving Needle was very famous in the Origin World, and Zhi Fei had been part of their group this time. He naturally knew that after Zhi Fei was killed, the Heavenly Weaving Needle had fallen into Lu Ye's hands. But no matter what, he couldn't understand how Lu Ye could have refined this supreme treasure in such a short time and wielded it at this moment! He finally understood why he had felt that chilling sensation when he first saw Lu Ye. The root of it all was this!

Mo Duo furiously surged his own power. Not to mention that his protective Dao power had just been broken by Lu Ye and there wasn't enough time to replenish or repair it; even if he had been completely unharmed, he wouldn't dare to take a direct hit from the Heavenly Weaving Needle. He wanted to dodge, but the distance was too close. That speck of golden light, like a nail, pierced through Mo Duo's fragile protective power and directly embedded itself into his forehead, nearly burying itself completely.

Mo Duo's body stiffened. He dared not move, primarily because he couldn't move. All his power was currently focused on resisting the Heavenly Weaving Needle embedded in his forehead. Under such a struggle, the Heavenly Weaving Needle drilled inwards like a drill bit, but it seemed to encounter enormous resistance, making it difficult to advance even an inch. If there were no other factors, Mo Duo would likely have been able to block this strike from the Heavenly Weaving Needle. While he would be injured, it wouldn't be fatal.

But how could Lu Ye just stand by and watch? One breath after the Heavenly Weaving Needle's strike, he finally recovered somewhat and charged at Mo Duo with his blade. This Demon race Half-Saint was filled with horror. The current situation was that he had to exert his full strength just to barely resist the power of the Heavenly Weaving Needle. He didn't need long, just two or three breaths; once the remaining power on the Heavenly Weaving Needle was exhausted, he would surely survive. But Lu Ye was already charging, how could he have two or three breaths of time?

However, if he tried to block Lu Ye, he wouldn't be able to deal with the Heavenly Weaving Needle. Caught between two crises, Mo Duo felt his future was utterly bleak. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of four figures rapidly approaching. All his hope could only be placed on those Half-Saint puppets, hoping they could arrive in time to block Lu Ye; only then would he have a chance to survive.

Lu Ye had already unleashed a distant strike at him! With this strike, space itself seemed to flatten. The sharp blade cut into Mo Duo's shoulder blade, and after a brief moment of resistance, it swept through him like a hot knife through butter, cleaving Mo Duo diagonally in two. The Heavenly Weaving Needle also pierced through his forehead with the momentum, exiting from the back of his head.

His formidable life force was instantly extinguished!

The Demon race Half-Saint, Mo Duo, was dead!

This sudden turn of events greatly surprised Ming Feng. He was entangled by the two Dragon race Half-Saints. Although he had the upper hand, he dared not let his guard down. While the Third and Fifth Ancestors had no supreme treasures at their disposal, the Dragon race inherently possessed immense racial advantages. Their punches and kicks were terrifyingly powerful; Ming Feng would not fare well if he took even one hit. Therefore, he actually didn't have much energy to pay attention to Mo Duo's side. But just after hearing Mo Duo shout "Heavenly Weaving Needle," his only companion had actually died just like that!

At this point, of the first five Half-Saints who had come from the Origin World, besides the traitor Xue Jiu, only he remained, alone. The Heavenly Weaving Needle! Like Mo Duo, he simply couldn't understand why Lu Ye could wield the power of the Heavenly Weaving Needle in such a short time. Didn't such a supreme treasure require time to be slowly refined? How was it that Lu Ye seemed to be able to use it as soon as he got his hands on it?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he felt a sharp gaze glance his way. It was Lu Ye, who had already collected Mo Duo's body, now turning his attention towards him.

Ming Feng was quick to react. Without the slightest hesitation, after taking a forceful blow from the Third Ancestor, Yang Lie, a cloud of blood mist erupted around him, and he swiftly fled outwards. Since the battle had erupted, only a mere twenty breaths of time had passed. Although only Mo Duo had died and the other Half-Saint puppets were unharmed, Ming Feng knew that their side's momentum was lost. If he continued to stay, even he wouldn't have a good outcome. Although there were many Half-Saint puppets, they ultimately obeyed their commands. With Mo Duo dead, the puppets he originally controlled would completely revert to acting on instinct and could not be relied upon at all. As the saying goes, "As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood to burn." He naturally understood the principle of preserving oneself for future use.

As Ming Feng made his move, the four puppets who were fighting Si Shengge immediately withdrew from the battle circle without hesitation. Each used a secret technique and pursued Ming Feng. Even on the battlefield where Dragon Lord and others were fighting, three Half-Saint puppets suddenly broke away. Dragon Lord and the others' pressure immediately decreased significantly. Si Shengge, after a moment of surprise, immediately gave chase.

On the other side, Lu Ye also intended to pursue Ming Feng, but before he could make a move, four Half-Saint puppets pounced on him. These four were originally dealing with Xue Jiu and were among those controlled by Mo Duo. After Lu Ye targeted Mo Duo, he had sent these four puppets to reinforce him. However, they ultimately didn't make it in time. But even though Mo Duo was dead, the four puppets were still following his last command before death: to encircle and annihilate Lu Ye!

Four Half-Saints, four supreme treasures. Even if Lu Ye's strength had grown further, how could he be a match? Moreover, although he had slain Mo Duo quickly, the consumption of his energy was considerable. In this clash, he gained several new wounds.

Xue Jiu had arrived! With a sweep of his Nine Heavens Thunder Marsh Sword, he enveloped one of the Half-Saints in his sword momentum, shouting loudly, "Lu Ye, this is all I can do for you!"

Lu Ye had no time to spare for him. Even with Xue Jiu entangling one of the puppets, Lu Ye would still need to devote all his energy to fighting three opponents.