The Supreme Realm of Fighting Break

Chapter 5243 One chance of victory

Chapter 5243 One in Ten Chance of Victory

The Void Lord suddenly realized that after experiencing numerous failures, he now genuinely doubted the Chaos Mist's calculations.

Far away in Shenxi, the true form of the Void Lord within the Void God Ship gazed at the chaotic mist before him.

The rage of the Void Lord surged within him, almost solidifying into a tangible form. He had meticulously planned the killing scheme, deployed two split souls and clones, and faced the unexpected intervention of the Lord of Illusions and Dreams, yet the battle had already reached such a difficult point.

The initial predictions of the Chaos Mist indicated a 90% chance of victory, almost a certainty of success. So why did the actual outcome when facing Xiao Yan turn out so tragically?

Even after self-destructing a clone and a split soul, the desired effect was still not achieved.

"Chaotic Mist!" the Void Lord roared, his voice carrying an undeniable majesty as he pierced through the swirling mist.

"Calculate for me, given the current battlefield situation, what are the chances that I, with my clone, can join forces with the Lord of Illusions to kill Xiao Yan and ultimately achieve victory!"

As soon as the command was given, the chaotic mist began to churn violently. Within the chaotic mist, it seemed as if billions of stars were being born and dying, and countless causal threads were intertwined, broken, and reformed.

Time surged violently within the chaotic mist, seemingly stretched out infinitely. The Void Lord's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, fixed intently on the core of the mist, awaiting the crucial answer.

He still harbored a sliver of hope: the Lord of Illusions burned his soul to gain power, and he still had an avatar, so he still had room to maneuver.

Finally, the churning fog gradually subsided, and at its core, an incredibly clear character slowly materialized.

One-tenth!

Only 10%!

"One-tenth?!"

The true form of the Void Lord's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and an uncontrollable, violent rage erupted from the depths of his heart like a volcano!

The veins on his forehead bulged out like coiled dragons, and the terrifying pressure emanating from his body seemed to be so angry that it could shatter the chaotic mist.

"Damn it!" A deafening roar echoed throughout the empty Void God.

"Why was the previous prediction 90% accurate, but now it's only 10% in such a short time!?"

"Why did things change so quickly!"

The true form of the Void Lord questioned, but the Chaos Mist did not react. He also knew that the Chaos Mist would not react.

He laughed in extreme anger, his laughter filled with violence and a hint of manic frustration at being fooled, veins throbbing on his forehead.

But he quickly calmed down and thought about the situation that would arise when he used his clone to deal with Xiao Yan.

"The reason he had a 90% chance of winning is probably because he hadn't broken through yet, but he did when Xu Anqing and his clone arrived, which led to the change."

"But he is also nearing his limit right now. The Lord of Illusions is willing to trade his life for his own, and his clone is waiting for an opportunity to strike. He should still be able to find a chance to inflict heavy damage!"

The Void Lord clenched his fists, and although they had entered the Divine Bliss, they seemed to be trapped and unable to advance further for the time being.

"The Empress is truly despicable. If we can eliminate her, Shenxi will be left without anyone to oversee it, and everything will seem to be within her calculations."

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The soul of the Lord of Illusions roared, and an even more ferocious aura emanated from it. The arm that had been shattered by Xiao Yan's God-Shattering Arm was rapidly rebuilt in an instant.

"Die!!!" the Lord of Illusions roared, his speed and power increasing several times over. His punches and kicks were no longer simple; each strike carried a soul-tearing shriek and a decaying aura that corroded everything.

Xiao Yan's brief peak power, gained by exchanging the Shattered Star, was quickly consumed and suppressed in the face of the power obtained by sacrificing his soul for the Extinction Master.

"Pfft!" Xiao Yan spat out another mouthful of scalding blood.

The power brought by the shattered star dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, followed by excruciating pain that threatened to break the body and an indescribable sense of weakness.

He barely managed to parry a powerful punch that could shatter the void, but was then struck hard in the chest by a shockwave carrying a deep blue energy.

"Crack!" A clear sound of bones breaking rang out, and Xiao Yan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a fragment of space that had just barely condensed.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, but fortunately, the Annihilation Flame was by his side.

The Ancestral Realm's physical body was now covered in cracks, and golden blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"So what if you're the master? If I want you dead, you must die!"

"Since I have already perished, if I can use my last bit of strength to take you away, then this world will have been worthwhile."

The Lord of Illusions grinned maliciously, taking a step that crossed the shattered void, looking down at the weakened Xiao Yan.

On his raised fist, a deep blue aura and energy converged and compressed wildly, transforming into a sword curtain dominated by his soul, radiating a deep blue light.

"Annihilate me with this strike!"

Xuanhuang blocked the beam of annihilation, his dragon scales shattered, and he could only help Xiao Yan delay the Void Lord's attack.

At this critical moment, the Immortal Flame Demoness remained calm in her beautiful eyes. After all, she had existed for countless ages and had seen all sorts of scenes. The battle before her was nothing to be surprised about.

Since Xiao Yan didn't ask for help, the Immortal Flame Demoness wouldn't choose to lend a hand.

Bang bang bang!

The Lord of Illusions' fist landed on Xiao Yan's body, causing him to spit out mouthfuls of golden blood and his aura to dissipate.

"Die! Die! Die!!"

The Lord of Dreams is probably insane, or perhaps he was always a madman.

It just finally found an excuse to leave this world completely, taking its madness with it.

The Immortal Flame Demoness wanted to ask a question, but now she knew that anything she did would interfere with Xiao Yan.

For Xiao Yan's sake, we must not interfere now. Although he is on the verge of death, this is also his opportunity.

The shadow of death, heavier than ever before, enveloped Xiao Yan.

He struggled to get up and try to unleash the Annihilation Flame within his body, but his body had reached its limit. The Lord of Illusions' destructive fist, carrying the momentum to end everything, had already locked onto him.

At this critical moment—

"Hey!"

Above Xiao Yan's head, the space that was already fragile due to the fierce battle was torn apart without warning by an unimaginable brute force!

The crack was not a regular shape; its edges were twisted, and it exuded a demonic aura that was even more ancient and intense than the power of the Lord of Dreams at this moment!

A withered, emaciated hand, seemingly nothing but skin and bones, suddenly emerged from the bottomless, dark crack!

The hand's target was not the dying Xiao Yan, but the Dream Master who was about to unleash all his power to kill Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened. It should have five fingers, but it was missing a little finger, and the demonic aura it emitted was all too familiar to him.

"The Demon King of Ink and White?"

He hadn't expected that at this critical moment, the Demon King Mo Su would descend with his power to help him.

Its giant hand exuded a chilling aura as it slammed towards Xu Anqing.

"Wait a minute. I don't need anyone's help in this battle. Even if we lose... I'll accept it."

"I must end this myself, either to break through to the next level or to die here!"