Until the last moment, the two Nascent Soul monks were still standing, but they had obviously reached the limit of their strength. Every breath they took was difficult, and every movement became sluggish, but there was still no winner on the battlefield.
At this critical moment when life and death were intertwined and their spiritual power was almost exhausted, the two people suddenly laughed loudly. What was revealed in that laughter was not the fear of impending death, but the enthusiasm for battle and the mockery of fate.
Afterwards, they all took out their own magic weapons from their arms - it was their birthright treasure. It had been damaged in the previous fierce battle, and now only the broken shell and weak spiritual light were left.
They knew that their spiritual power was almost exhausted, but they still mobilized the last ray of spiritual power without hesitation. Since both sides had no extra spiritual power to cast spells or defend themselves, they chose the most direct and decisive method - rushing towards the opponent with their natal spiritual treasures in hand.
When the two Nascent Soul cultivators were about to collide head-on, they almost simultaneously made an astonishing move - they self-destructed their own precious magic weapons.
In an instant, the entire magic circle was swallowed up by an unspeakable violent energy. The dazzling white light produced by the explosion was like the scorching sun in the sky, covering everything around it.
In the face of this destructive force, any attempt to peek into the internal scene seems feeble. People can only look at this area shrouded in white light, and their hearts are filled with shock.
The monks on both sides of the canyon fell into deep silence like autumn leaves beaten by frost. The scene in front of them was so tragic and breathtaking - the two Nascent Soul monks, at the moment when their natal magic weapon exploded, they suddenly fell like two bright stars, and they both fell to the ground.
All the monks stared at them intently, feeling an indescribable sorrow in their hearts. They were looking forward to their colleagues being able to stand up again at this critical moment of life and death, but unfortunately, the bodies of the two Nascent Soul cultivators never moved at all.
After a moment of silence, the human monks and the upper realm monks each sent a monk representative to the life and death platform.
Their steps were heavy, and each step carried countless gazes and expectations. The two representatives carefully examined the two Nascent Soul cultivators who had fallen on the stage, and solemn and compassionate expressions gradually appeared on their faces.
Then, they announced a heartbreaking result to everyone who was waiting for the answer: these two heroic Nascent Soul monks had died together in a fierce confrontation. There was no winner or loser in this battle. It ended in the most tragic way - a draw.
When this answer was transmitted back to both sides of the canyon, both the human monks and the upper realm monks fell into deep contemplation. Their eyes shone with complicated light, including grief, regret, and respect for heroic sacrifice.
At this moment, the entire canyon was immersed in this solemn and solemn atmosphere.
The two monks who were sent over gently lifted their bodies with deep sorrow and respect, and took them back to their respective camps. During this process, their storage bags were also carefully put away, and each relic was regarded as the last respect for the deceased.
When the body of the human monk was slowly brought to the viewing platform, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Those eyes were filled with complex and profound emotions - some regret, some grief, but mostly a kind of silent respect.
Wang Qingshui, with his keen insight, quickly captured the mixed emotions of grief and anger that pervaded the human monks. He sneered at this in his heart, and he was filled with disdain and contempt for those human monks who were like ants in his eyes.
However, his face cleverly concealed all this, and replaced it with an extremely sad and tragic expression.
He stood up slowly, each step seeming to carry a thousand pounds of weight, which showed his heavy mood at the moment. He came to the front of the viewing platform, the position that attracted everyone's attention.
Then, he turned around and faced the countless human monks. His gaze seemed to penetrate the void and hit the depths of everyone's soul. His move undoubtedly focused everyone's attention on him.
Wang Qingshui stood at the front of the viewing platform, his eyes like a torch, scanning the densely packed human cultivators on and off the stage. His voice became extremely loud at this moment, carrying strong spiritual power, penetrating the ears of every monk and hitting their hearts.
He said loudly: "These monks who sacrificed heroically are not only the pride of our human race, but also a role model in the hearts of each of us. They did not hesitate to sacrifice their precious lives for the survival and dignity of the human race. "
"They may have fallen on the battlefield, but in my heart, Wang Qingshui, their spirit will never be wiped out, and their will will always be high. They have never been defeated!"
These words were like a resounding oath, arousing strong resonance in the hearts of every human monk. Tears shone in everyone's eyes, and they straightened their spines. At this moment, the souls of those fallen heroes were closely connected with their hearts, and together they forged indestructible faith and determination.
Wang Qingshui then continued his impassioned speech, his voice revealing an unquestionable firmness: "Here, as the representative of the human monks, I, Wang Qingshui, solemnly announce a decision to all fellow Taoists."
"For those monks who died heroically and unfortunately in this life-and-death battle, we will give their loved ones an additional subsidy to express our deep respect for their selfless dedication. If these heroes have no relatives alive, this amount The subsidies will be delivered to their clansmen or sects to which they belong, as a way to commemorate their heroes and support their families and sects.”
When Wang Qingshui announced the decision, the moment his words fell, the entire scene seemed to be shaken by an invisible force. All the monks present, regardless of their status or cultivation level, spontaneously shouted Wang Qingshui's name.
At this moment, Wang Qingshui's reputation among the human monks reached an unprecedented peak. He stood like a majestic mountain in the hearts of the human monks and became their undisputed spiritual leader.
Every word and sentence he spoke seemed to contain infinite power, inspiring the human monks to move forward bravely and fearlessly.
After Wang Qingshui finished his exciting speech, he waved his arms gently, as if to pay tribute to the endless cheers and shouts.
Then, he steadily returned to his seat. The moment he sat down, his eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible pride and satisfaction.
Wang Qingshui felt very satisfied with the human monks in the audience who were shouting wildly.
Their reaction was just as he expected. These human monks, who were like ants in his eyes, were completely under his control at this moment.
Li Changsheng stood there quietly, with deep and complicated eyes. Looking at the crazy human monks in front of him, his heart was filled with helplessness and emotion.
These human monks, their emotions, their actions, and even their life and death are all firmly controlled by the monks sitting on the stage at all times.
