NOVEL Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 1090 - 65 Critical_2
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However, they had not expected that within the Three Continents there would also be such fearless individuals, who would choose to sacrifice themselves in the face of catastrophe.

Yet, as Gan Yuan’s strike failed to hit its mark, the Cultivators from the Three Continents and the Abyssal Dragon Whale had also reacted.

The Abyssal Dragon Whale once again shot out a fierce water column capable of crushing gold and shattering jade!

Gan Yuan unleashed a Divine Skill, his mana and reactions momentarily not as sharp as before. Unable to dodge in time, he was instantly struck by the water column!

The light from his treasures hadn’t even lit up.

Before it could, the water column extinguished it!

His entire figure vanished from this realm in an instant.

Boom!

After a momentary silence,

dark clouds began to gather in the sky...

"Brother Gan!"

Blood rained down.

The monks from Da Jin’s eyes turned red with emotion.

Though they had witnessed countless life-and-death separations, how could they not be affected by the sight of a fellow cultivator perishing right before their eyes?

Yet there was no time for grief.

The fall of a Nascent Soul Later Stage Cultivator immediately made their already strained defense even more arduous.

The Cultivators were preoccupied with their own survival.

The thick smoke from the frenzied dance of the Mane Lion Eel gradually dissipated.

Wang Ba’s face also darkened. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖

"This Abyssal Dragon Whale still had such a trick up its sleeve... No, I can’t wait any longer!"

On the battlefield, once the tide turns against one side, it often quickly leads to a one-sided rout.

And at present, the situation was becoming increasingly adverse for the side of Da Jin.

"But... have Martial Uncle Xumi and Martial Uncle Shen really not anticipated this situation, or do they have another plan?"

Wang Ba felt a hint of hesitation in his heart.

After all, he had come here to rescue Wang Yi’an and was not entirely familiar with the situation in the West Sea.

He had not previously communicated with Shen Ying or Xumi.

But from the looks of it, Martial Uncle Shen evidently found the situation difficult to handle.

With that thought, Wang Ba no longer hesitated.

While the thick smoke had not yet completely cleared and the Cultivators from the Three Continents were not focusing on him,

he immediately took out seven Class III jade instruments from his Storage Treasure, flinging them in all directions.

Then he whispered,

"Can you withstand it?"

From within his robe, the Zen Shadow Clothing, a cold voice of a young boy suddenly responded:

"That fish, three strikes."

Wang Ba’s heart became resolute.

"Three strikes, enough!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately withdrew the Power of the Yin God.

The Mane Lion Eel instantly caught Wang Ba’s scent.

It opened its gaping maw and swiftly pounced toward Wang Ba.

But Wang Ba dodged with a flick of his body.

However, the Mane Lion Eel’s speed was much faster than Wang Ba’s.

Its tail whipped out fiercely, striking Wang Ba in a swift blow!

Bang!

The precious light on Wang Ba’s body flared up, blocking the blow!

But his body was sent flying toward the Abyssal Dragon Whale.

"Wang Ba!"

Qin Lingxiao, who flew from afar, saw this scene, his eyes filled with rage.

Instantly, a Fourth Order Sword Instrument in his hand shot toward the Mane Lion Eel!

This Fourth Order Sword Instrument was extremely sharp and of a very high quality.

The pursuit of Wang Ba by the Mane Lion Eel paused, sensing danger, it quickly and slipperily dove into the water below.

Wang Ba, now flying backward, couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.

"Why has she come back at this time!"

"And she scared away the Mane Lion Eel."

But at this point, there was no time left for other actions. Fortunately, the direction was right; he let the force from the Mane Lion Eel’s earlier blow shoot him straight toward the Abyssal Dragon Whale.

"Hmm?"

Across from Shen Ying, in mid-air, a monk glanced down at Wang Ba being hurled toward the Abyssal Dragon Whale and frowned slightly.

However, after detecting the aura on Wang Ba’s body, he felt a slight relief.

To others, Wang Ba’s power might truly appear to be at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, but with his keen sense, he could tell that the opponent was only able to achieve his current state with external help.

Such a person was not much of a concern.

Still, he quickly conveyed his thoughts telepathically.

The next moment, a burly Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator from Tu Pi Continent with a robust physique and eyes like copper bells flew towards Wang Ba.

At the same time,

The monks from Da Jin, locked in fierce combat, also noticed the figure that suddenly appeared near the Abyssal Dragon Whale.

Their hearts surged with joy.

"Good! If we take care of this Dragon Whale, we can free up our hands!"

"Wait... isn’t that the Chief Division Master of the Wan Xiang Sect?"

When the Cultivators saw that the figure was Wang Ba, they were immensely astonished.

They then couldn’t help but reveal expressions of disappointment.

Wang Ba’s strength was not bad; everyone had witnessed the power of his previous strike.

Even on the battlefield, aside from those Nascent Soul Later Stage Cultivators, there were few on this level.

But this ’not bad’ is relative.

Compared to the Abyssal Dragon Whale, who was already at the pinnacle of the Fourth Order, such power indeed did not seem so formidable.

At this time, the robust Cultivator from Tu Pi Continent, hair bristling with energy, had already soared into the air, intercepting Wang Ba’s backward flight. He quickly gripped a rough spear exuding an ancient aura in his hand, his eyes gleamed with a hint of ruthless joy, and then he threw it with all his might at Wang Ba!

"Chief Division Master!"

Some Cultivators from the Wan Xiang Sect displayed anxious and pained expressions.

In mid-air, Shen Ying, perceiving Wang Ba’s danger and appearing somewhat disheveled, also wore a grave expression.

"Martial Nephew Wang..."

In his discomfiture, his thoughts shifted subtly.

The water below, which had been scattered, rapidly coalesced and flew toward Wang Ba’s direction.

"In our presence, you dare to be distracted? Are you underestimating us too much?"

The Daoist Cultivator from Shengzhou sneered coldly.

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