When the dazzling white light finally dissipated in the air, the scene of the battlefield gradually revealed made all the monks take a breath of air.
Under the residual power of the explosion of the life magic weapon, the two Yuanying monks still stood at both ends of the life and death platform, as if they were two crumbling mountain peaks.
The robes they were wearing had already been turned into pieces of cloth in the explosion, hanging in tatters on their bodies, making it difficult to cover their bodies.
The blood all over his body was like a warrior coming out of hell, and every scar told of the brutality of the battle. They kept coughing up blood from their mouths, and every drop was like the passing of life, which was shocking.
Although they had suffered such heavy losses, the eyes of the two Nascent Soul monks were still firm and cold, as if telling everyone that the battle was not over before they fell.
At this moment, their figures became extremely tall and tragic in the eyes of everyone, becoming the most dazzling monks on the stage of life and death.
On both sides of the canyon, both the human monks and the upper realm monks held their breath at this moment, and the entire canyon fell into an unprecedented silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two crumbling Nascent Soul cultivators on the stage of life and death. At this moment, time became slow and heavy.
Those two Nascent Soul monks, one represents the human race and the other represents the upper world. Every time they shake, they touch the heartstrings of everyone present.
Because they know that at this critical moment, whoever falls first will be defeated, and the outcome of this life and death battle will also be determined by this.
This battle has gone beyond a fight between individuals. It symbolizes the glory and dignity between two races and two realms. They pray silently, hoping that the monks they support can persist until the end and serve their race. and the realm to win this battle of life and death.
In the end, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the body of the human Nascent Soul cultivator trembled slightly, but he still could not persist to the end. Like a big tree that was broken by the strong wind, he slowly fell onto the stage of life and death, stirring up a cloud of dust.
At this moment, the entire canyon seemed to fall into a heavy silence, and the mood of the human monks also sank to the bottom.
At the same time, the monks in the upper world were in a different situation. They witnessed the victory of their own monks and immediately erupted into thunderous roars and cheers. Wave after wave of sound shook the entire canyon.
Amidst the cheers, the upper realm Nascent Soul cultivator on the life and death platform could not hold on anymore and slowly fell to the life and death platform.
Although he won this tragic battle, he also paid a huge price. His collapse at this moment was more like a helpless destination after exhaustion of physical strength.
At this moment, the upper realm reacted quickly, and the two monks who had been waiting for a while flashed into the stage of life and death. They skillfully lifted up the Nascent Soul cultivator who had just fallen to the ground, their faces full of concern.
One of the monks immediately took out a pill that exuded a faint medicinal fragrance and fed it into the mouth of the Nascent Soul monk, while the other monk fluttered his palms and surged with spiritual power to perform emergency treatment on him.
Under their full treatment, the Nascent Soul cultivator's injuries gradually stabilized, and a trace of color returned to his pale face.
The timely treatment of these two monks undoubtedly bought the Nascent Soul monk valuable recovery time, and also made the monks in the upper world breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the human monks could only watch helplessly as the monks from the upper world were busy treating their comrades on the stage of life and death.
And although their hearts were filled with endless sorrow and helplessness, they were unable to step onto the stage of life and death to give any help to their comrades.
This is the unchangeable and extremely cold rule of a life and death battle: only the winner can enjoy the luxury of timely treatment; while the loser can only watch his life turn like quicksand in full view of the public. Pass away like that.
In this life-and-death contest, the gap between victory and defeat appears deeper and crueler than ever.
The rest of the battle on the life and death platform was still going on fiercely, but the momentum of the human monks on the viewing platform was obviously not as strong as before. The previous brutal battle and the fall of their comrades undoubtedly gave them a huge blow.
At the same time, the monk from the upper realm who had just been rescued on the stage of life and death had stood up again with the help of two companions. Although his face was still pale, his eyes revealed an unyielding fighting spirit.
He slowly walked towards the human monk who had lost the ability to fight, and every step he took seemed so heavy and powerful.
Finally, he stood in front of the human monk who fell to the ground, and he took off his storage bag without mercy. This action was undoubtedly a show of victory.
After taking off the storage bag of the human monk, the Nascent Soul monk from the upper realm seemed to have still not completely subsided the anger in his heart. There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation and anger.
So, he made a more provocative move: dragging the body of the lifeless human monk, he slowly walked to the edge of the life and death stage.
In the eyes of the human monks, this scene was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. They were already filled with grief and anger because of the death of their comrades, but now they were completely angered when they saw this monk from the upper world insulting the remains of their own people.
Abuse, curses, and roars surged up like a tide, converging into an angry wave that shook the entire canyon. Their eyes were red and they clenched their fists, eager to rush onto the stage and fight the monk from the upper realm.
But the rules of life-and-death battle constrained them, and they could only watch the upper-world monk act wantonly on the stage, and their hearts were filled with endless humiliation and anger.
The Nascent Soul monk from the upper realm dragged the body of the human monk out of the circle of the life and death platform in full view of everyone. He arrived at the edge of the stage of life and death with an expressionless face, and at his feet was the bottom of the bottomless dark valley.
He stopped, provocatively grabbed one of the human monk's feet, and lifted the lifeless body up.
Amid everyone's exclamations, he lifted the body of the human monk high into the air and deliberately kept swinging it from side to side.
The corpse was like a broken doll, at his mercy, with no power to fight back. This scene is undoubtedly an extreme humiliation for the human monks.
When the human monks saw this scene, the anger and grief in their hearts burst out like a volcano erupting, but they could not change this cruel reality and could only watch their colleagues being so insulted.
The Nascent Soul monk in the upper realm seemed to find some twisted sense of satisfaction in the anger of the human monk.
He raised the body of the human monk high like a battle flag and waved it twice in the air. This move is not only a blatant provocation to the human race, but also a display of one's victory to the upper world.
Then, with a cold laugh, he mercilessly threw the human corpse like a rag into the canyon below.
The corpse drew a desolate arc in the air, and then disappeared into the bottomless darkness without even a sound being returned.
This scene made the hearts of the human monks sink to the bottom, and their anger and grief reached their peak at this moment.
