They could all see that Zhang Rongfang took a shortcut.
He did not gather momentum on his own but instead created a massive amount of blood imbued with his own momentum to assault the enemy.
This blood’s momentum was extremely pure, making it the best soldier and the finest expendable for momentum.
In an instant, another explosion of blue light occurred.
The eighth time!
Now there’s only the final time left.
In the vortex of the blood cloud.
Shells of Zhang Rongfang circled around the Sacred Patrol, flying in mid-air.
All the shells were identical, each with massive bat wings, indistinguishable from the real one.
By this point, both the Sacred Patrol and Zhang Rongfang were utterly exhausted.
The Sacred Patrol had died too many times; though his body recovered each time, the wear on his mind could not be restored.
While Zhang Rongfang had remained mostly unharmed, hiding in the blood cloud for various stealth attacks.
But constantly activating the Blood Summoning with full force required enormous mental energy.
The target of the Blood River’s erosion was, after all, the holder of Celestial Blood, the strongest person on the ground of the Spirit Flying Church.
If Zhang Rongfang hadn’t gathered a massive amount of blood clouds beforehand, the blood water he could summon later would not be sufficient to counteract the velocity of the blue light.
At this point, none of it mattered anymore; what truly remained was a test of endurance in their consumption! It was a test of mental willpower.
The sky finally turned completely dark.
Cold wind blew, swirling snowflakes like raindrops, falling inside and outside the blood-red vortex.
Zhang Rongfang’s true form spread its wings, standing silently on a piece of ruin debris, watching the Sacred Patrol who was still being worn down.
His face began to show signs of fatigue.
Meanwhile, at the core of the vortex, the blue points of light around the Sacred Patrol were becoming increasingly thin.
But he gazed lowly at the unyielding Blood River and blood cloud around him.
The opponent’s blood seemed to condense out of thin air around him, not flowing from his own body at all.
A duel of consumption.
He had completely lost!
Soon, the remaining protective blue light flickered and was entirely submerged by the blood water.
The Sacred Patrol himself was covered in torrents of blood, gradually closing his eyes.
Boom!!!
In an instant, countless blue lights burst, converging into a new complete human form.
The ninth Nirvana!
This was also the last, the ultimate limit of the Sacred Patrol’s true seal technique.
"Finally... it’s over!"
Zhang Rongfang’s wings flapped, and the shells, together with his body, floated into the air.
Then he suddenly charged towards the center Sacred Patrol.
The Blood River surged, and the blood cloud roiled.
The Sacred Patrol unleashed his three heads and six arms in full force, blasting a charging shell of Zhang Rongfang.
But for every shell he blasted, it would cover him head to toe with the viscous blood spilled from the shell.
This was the last ditch effort, the final perseverance.
Zhang Rongfang’s true body flickered in and out, occasionally making a stealthy strike or two.
The Sacred Patrol’s Nirvana was extremely troublesome; he could only rely on such a consumption tactic to forcibly extinguish the number of times he could resurrect.
And now, the grand task was finally about to be completed.
As time passed by.
The Sacred Patrol’s expression became more fatigued, while the faces of the other Divine Shepherds and Sacred Dancers reflected fear and grimacing.
"It’s over..."
Zhang Rongfang’s true form soared, rushing full speed towards the already weakened Sacred Patrol.
With supersonic movement, destructive sound waves, psychic control of living beings, steel-body, innate might, and the most crucial soul plunder.
All offensive abilities, combined with blood manipulation and Blood Summoning, were fully unleashed at this moment.
His right arm was a pitch-black blur, slicing silently through the blood cloud, like a ribbon of darkness striking at the back of the Sacred Patrol.
No surprises here.
The Sacred Patrol was just too exhausted as well.
Momentum, in essence, originates from spiritual consciousness. It is a variation and derivative of mental spirit.
The massive duel of momentum consumption was essentially a drain on both their spiritual consciousnesses.
In this regard, Zhang Rongfang was far inferior to the Sacred Patrol, even with the enhancement from the Blood Race’s Ancestral Blood, there was still a massive gap between them.
But he made full use of the Blood Summoning ability, utilizing the massive consciousness of heaven and earth blood essence to weaken the Sacred Patrol.
Reaching this stage, Zhang Rongfang narrowly claimed a slight advantage.
Pfft!!
His arm, straight as an arrow, pierced into the Sacred Patrol’s chest.
Under three heads and six arms, no matter which angle he attacked from, he was confronted with the chest.
"Yes... everything should come to an end." The Sacred Patrol looked tiredly at the arm piercing through his chest. An unusual expression appeared in his eyes.
He looked down at Zhang Rongfang, seemingly wanting to say something more.
Hiss!!
Suddenly, a pure white cloud transformed into a sharp spike, piercing through Zhang Rongfang’s chest from behind in an instant.
The intense pain caused the blood flames in Zhang Rongfang’s eyes to tremble rapidly.
He could feel that his body and consciousness were being corroded and torn apart by a force even stronger than his Ancestral Essence Blood.
But none of that mattered.
More than that, what was harder to believe was, why!!?
Why would Yue Shi attack him!!??
Zhang Rongfang struggled to turn his head, only to see Yue Dewen’s calm eyes shining with a moon-white glow.
"Mas...ter.....??"
"You did well." Yue Dewen said softly in a complex tone.
"Far better than I imagined."
Hiss!
He withdrew the sharp spike condensed from the white smoke in his hand, letting it hang by his side.
"If Yue Dewen were still here, perhaps everything would have had a perfect ending for you all."
"But....."
Boom!!!
At that moment, the Sacred Patrol struck out with a palm, hitting heavily beside Zhang Rongfang.
His strength was immense, far beyond what Zhang Rongfang could currently compare to.
This palm sent him flying with explosive force, like a cannonball, crossing a distance of a thousand meters before crashing into the icy layers of a distant snow mountain.
Amidst the rumbling tremors, a massive amount of snow and ice shattered, sliding down and falling into the valley below.
The Sacred Patrol laughed loudly.
"Indeed, it is you! I knew it! I knew it!! You’re not Yue Dewen at all! You’re the Moon God!! The Moon God’s half-body!! Hahaha!!"
Despite being very weak, he suddenly seemed to understand everything.
"No wonder you can bear the force far exceeding Damir!"
"No wonder you can worship the Moon God and are not constrained by Celestial Venerable Yujing!"
"The original Sect Leader of the Great Dao Teaching was killed by you, wasn’t he? Substituting with a fake, taking his place, all those years of lying low! Created a divine body, masqueraded as a mortal, then led the immense power to defy the heavens!!"
"Impressive! Truly impressive!!"
"No." ’Yue Dewen’, or rather the true half-body of the Moon God, displayed a complex expression.
"In fact, the previous me, the previous personality, was truly me. Everything about him was real.
Be it emotions, strategies, life, joys, sorrows, all of it was real.
Only the memories... only those were woven and fabricated by my own hands."
The Moon God appeared somewhat lost.
"Like just now, when I killed his most cherished disciple, logically, everything about him should have returned to my original form. There shouldn’t be any self-consciousness left.
But.....I unexpectedly felt a hint of resistance, a sliver of defiance in my heart."
"Interesting.... truly too interesting!!" The Sacred Patrol laughed, tears streaming down his face.
"Just on time, you surely didn’t think that after my last Nirvana, I would completely disappear, did you??" With a sudden stop of laughter, his expression turned stern.
"I naturally know the last second final mode. But...." The Moon God’s face remained calm as he raised his hand.
Mighty clouds of white energy began to surge behind him once more.
"Yue Dewen is me, and I.... am far more than Yue Dewen. Do you under...."
Suddenly his expression changed. He quickly retreated backward.
He wasn’t the only one; the Sacred Patrol too showed a drastic change in expression, retreating swiftly.
At the instant they backed away.
A massive blood-red axe, more than twenty meters long and wide, descended with a sky-full of blood clouds.
Boom!!!!
The ground was split open, collapsing.
The entire Snow Rainbow Pavilion, under the massive strike, was torn open by a deep crack hundreds of meters long.
Amidst the crashing sounds, the blood-red giant axe was slowly lifted, then raised high again.
At this moment, the blood clouds surrounding it were slashed open, clearing a path.
The Moon God and Sacred Patrol followed the giant axe with their eyes.
Only to see the place where Zhang Rongfang had fallen in the distance.
Stood a blood-red giant over fifty meters tall, muscles knotted, with three arms.
He was standing by the Snow Peak, pulling up the giant axe, aiming it at the two of them to strike again.
The giant’s eyes burned with blood flames, with a dark red horn standing upright on his brow.
The skin on his body seemed like flowing magma, steaming with endless blood mist.
Most shocking was his face!!
That face, despite being filled with sharp fangs, blocky and menacing, covered in ancient and strange patterns.
Yet the two recognized it at a glance.
It was none other than Zhang Rongfang’s face!!!