Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 729 - 492: Slave Tao Without an Emperor, If Only You, Hong Yuan, Had Taken the Path of Slave Tao...

The Human Race's campaign into the Endless Sea Area was an all-out offensive.

While Hong Yuan from Phoenix Creek clashed with Li Jianqiu in a battle so intense they were inseparable, other battlefields were also engaged in equally fierce life-or-death struggles.

BOOM!

Flocks of eagles, as huge as mountains, descended from the sky, bearing down. Bathed in thunder, they wielded terrifying power as they wreaked havoc upon the world. A single motion could evaporate a vast expanse of ocean or ravage clusters of islands.

These were Desolate Beasts!

The Poison Chapter Demon Saint's face was solemn as he stared intently at the elegant yet time-worn figure in the rearmost position: Slave Tao Saint—Long Zhandu!

As the saying goes, youth holds the advantage in strength. This was especially evident in Poison Chapter Demon Saint, whose life force was depleted and who was nearing his end. His strength had already declined from the Seventh Tier to the Sixth Tier of the Saint Realm.

In the Saint Realm, a single tier represented a world of difference, and almost no one was capable of defeating an enemy from a higher tier. Those who could achieve such a feat in each major era were few and far between, a group that included the Destined Ones from both the Human Race and Demon Clan. Anyone capable of defeating a higher-tier opponent within the Saint Realm could truly be said to possess Great Emperor potential—this was no exaggeration!

Now, Poison Chapter Demon Saint had chosen to fight because he wished to burn the last glimmer of his brilliance for the Demon Clan and his own Nine Poison Octopus Clan. Although Xuan Guangqiao had promised to protect the Nine Poison Octopus Clan, he, Poison Chapter Demon Saint Zhang Ku, also had his own pride. He would rather die in battle than on a sickbed!

Poison Chapter Demon Saint had white hair and wizened skin. He looked at the vibrant and flourishing Long Zhandu and smiled. "Slave Tao Saint, heh. It seems it's time for my final curtain call," he mused.

BANG!

A tremor resounded.

Poison Chapter Demon Saint decisively burned his last bit of life essence, leaving nothing in reserve.

SWOOSH! 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

His purple vital blood surged and spread, instantly flooding the area like a sea. In that instant, Poison Chapter Demon Saint's strength returned to the Seventh-Tier Saint Realm, shining brilliantly like a great sun, unstoppable and unobscured.

This sudden and drastic change made Long Zhandu's complexion pale, and his heart trembled in shock. Without hesitation, Long Zhandu immediately fled far away, not daring to look back.

"Poison Path Divine Power—Calamity of Evil Poison!"

The Calamity of Evil Poison was the Innate Divine Ability of the Nine Poison Octopus. Even Zhang Fan, a Heavenly Talent of the Demon Clan, had once used it in his battle against Xuan Guangqiao. Now, wielded by Poison Chapter Demon Saint, its power was even more astonishing, more terrifying.

Fan, if there's a next life... Never mind, never mind. Poison Chapter Demon Saint reminisced about the past, wanting to say something to Zhang Fan, the junior he was most proud of. In his final moments, he suddenly found release, no longer blaming himself for Zhang Fan's failed tribulation.

Poison Chapter Demon Saint closed his eyes, smiling as he burned everything he was, pouring it all into this one Calamity of Evil Poison divine power.

BOOM!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Poison Chapter Demon Saint completely dissipated, no longer existing in the world.

The purple mist churned like a turbulent sea, throwing the Tao Marks into disarray and momentarily illuminating the dim world.

At this moment, a vast toxic aura surged, and the stench of decay filled the air. The Desolate Beasts wailed in pain. This stretch of sea, as if corroded and cursed, began to collapse on its own, triggering violent spatial turbulences.

"Damn it, damn it!!" Long Zhandu watched as the Desolate Beasts he had acquired with such difficulty fell one after another, his heart aching fiercely. But now, he had no time to grieve. The purple toxic mist, carrying a Tao Rhyme that could decay all things, was condensing into a huge, ferocious-looking octopus and pouncing toward him. If he was touched by it, Poison Chapter Demon Saint would drag him down into oblivion, and he would perish on the spot!

WHOOSH, WHOOSH—

Urgent and violent wingbeats sounded.

Beneath Long Zhandu, the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle spread its thick wings and fled wildly. It was like a streak of divine lightning, flashing across the void. In a single breath, it covered a hundred and eight thousand li, its speed astonishingly fast.

This Swift Thunder Dream Eagle was a Dream Tao Desolate Beast with the potential to break through to the Eighth-Tier Ancient Desolate Beast Realm. It possessed all sorts of miraculous qualities and was a powerful combat asset Long Zhandu had exchanged at an immense cost!

But no matter how formidable the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle was, it was currently only a Sixth-Tier Desolate Beast and could not contend with Seventh-Tier divine might.

"AH!" Feeling the fatal threat drawing ever closer from behind, Long Zhandu's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared in unwillingness. Then, his fingers flew, forming numerous Slave Tao Skill Seals that he slapped onto the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle beneath him. In response, the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle beneath him swelled and grew larger, its aura becoming sharper, infinitely approaching the Seventh-Tier Ancient Desolate Beast Realm.

The next moment, Long Zhandu tapped his feet and leaped off the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle. The Swift Thunder Dream Eagle, however, turned and charged toward the purple octopus. The two collided with a deafening crash, and the world went dark.

RUMBLE—

The Swift Thunder Dream Eagle was torn to pieces, dissolving into a rain of blood. It let out a heart-wrenching screech, making Long Zhandu's heart ache even more.

But fortunately, by sacrificing the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle, Long Zhandu had managed to block Poison Chapter Demon Saint's final, brilliant attack. In a way, Long Zhandu, at the Sixth Tier, had killed a Seventh-Tier Demon Saint—an incredible feat.

Yet, Long Zhandu, staring intently at this scene, clenched his fists tightly.

I feel so unwilling! If I had known it would be like this, I would never have accepted this mission. The rewards simply don't match the sacrifices; it wasn't worth it at all!

But fortunately, as a Slave Tao Saint, he could raise another horde of Desolate Beasts. However, he feared it would take a great deal of effort and time to once again find a Dream Tao Desolate Beast like the Swift Thunder Dream Eagle, which possessed such formidable immediate combat strength and extraordinary potential.