Chapter 1243: Daughter of a God Emperor
The blood-red glow in the sky was like an aurora as the countless moths swirled about. It was a beautiful sight. Xu Qing hovered in the air, his hair swirling around him, the head of the god held aloft. That image would remain fixed in the memories of all the cultivators who could see him.
The battle between the gods and the cultivators had been at a deadlock. But when Xu Qing and the ascendees arrived, they became a variable that proved to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. And thus, the balance in the skirmish was changed, and the battle inched toward a conclusion. The sound of slaughter raged as the gods suffered a major defeat in the face of the cultivator onslaught.
Zhou Zhengli, Sir Star Ring, and the other ascendees took advantage of the moment to go crazy in draining corpses.
Xu Qing floated down. As far as he was concerned, getting ringsource was the most important thing right now.
The other group of Corpsedrainers rushed forth like vultures.
About an hour later, the battle was over. The battlefield was covered with god corpses. Though the cultivators had suffered some casualties, it was still a major victory. The gods had been annihilated.
The cultivators felt a mix of exhaustion and exultation as they stood amidst the blood and corpses. All eyes were on Xu Qing and the ascendees as they roved the battlefield draining the corpses of any remaining ringsource. Some of the ascendees had minor injuries, others had more serious wounds. But regardless of how tired or hurt they were, they weren’t slowing down a bit. All were going crazy to collect ringsource.
This time, the Longscale Regiment cultivators didn’t interfere. Their eyes were full of nothing but respect for Xu Qing and the ascendees. Even the old man and the other Corpsedrainers had backed away to let them take the lead. And thus, Xu Qing and the ascendees collected the majority of the ringsource from the thousands of god corpses.
After taking about eighty percent of it, they stopped. The ascendees gathered around Xu Qing, and he looked at the army cultivators, especially the leader.
The leader clasped hands, bowed, and said, “Many thanks!”
Xu Qing returned the salute, then turned and raced off into the distance. Zhou Zhengli and the others followed. They wanted to make haste to the next battlefield.
The people who remained behind watched them go. They could tell that the nineteen of them... had baleful auras, surging blood energy, and down to the last one of them, were vicious wolves.