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Chapter 1393: Failure at the Last Moment, Eternal Doom (Part 2) Chapter 1393: Failure at the Last Moment, Eternal Doom (Part 2) Editor: Henyee Translations The power surged to a terrifying level.

The force extended for hundreds of miles, even pushing back the branches of the strange tree.

Then, in the next instant, this immense power contracted abruptly, concentrating entirely in Jiang Chengxuan’s Primal Water and Fire Sword!

With one slash, endless light pierced through the heavens, and everyone felt as if they had been transported into the heart of a blazing sun.

Every inch of space was flooded with the overwhelming power of primal water and fire, brushing past their senses.

Anything standing in the way of this sword strike was obliterated by the pure essence of primal energy.

The opposing forces of water and fire collided, triggering destruction and annihilation.

“Boom!

Boom!” The deafening roar of thunder echoed throughout the universe, and countless branches of the strange tree were severed in an instant.

“Woo—!” Even the strange tree, the embodiment of calamity, sensed the impending doom.

A mournful wail echoed across the entire space, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.

The eerie sound sent a shiver through the hearts of Yuanhan Immortal and the others.

But in this moment of devastation, many of the strange tree’s branches, along with the calamity spirits and puppets, recoiled.

For now, they did not press forward.

“Did we succeed?” In stunned disbelief, Qingyun Sovereign muttered, his voice full of uncertainty.

Jiang Chengxuan’s sword strike had unleashed a force more terrifying than anything Qingyun had ever witnessed in his life, even surpassing the power of the strange tree beneath the black wall.

As a fellow Earth Immortal, Qingyun Sovereign knew he would not have been able to withstand such a blow.

Heroes are born in chaotic times, Qingyun thought to himself with a mixture of awe and respect.

He reflected on the cycles of history: order and chaos, rise and fall, stability followed by upheaval, and the inevitable return to peace.

In these critical junctures, heaven always seemed to give rise to extraordinary individuals who carried the weight of destiny and guided the world through these transitions.

In Qingyun Sovereign’s eyes, Jiang Chengxuan was one such figure—an unknown ascendant who had risen to fame with astonishing speed, seizing the limelight in this era of turmoil.

It was hard to believe this was mere coincidence; it seemed more like destiny at work.

“Hummm—!” A strange hum broke Qingyun’s chain of thoughts.

The violent energies in the void began to dissipate, and the blinding light gradually faded.

The sun that had illuminated the battlefield sank back into the void.

All eyes turned to Jiang Chengxuan, who now stood alone in the midst of the fading storm, his figure cloaked in the shimmering aura of primal water and fire, like a lone beacon of light in a desolate world.

For a brief moment, relief washed over the group.

But in the next instant, that hope was shattered.

On the other side of the storm, opposite Jiang Chengxuan’s grim expression, a dazzling and distorted light screen stood tall, cutting through the chaos.

The deep chasms in the void, carved by his Primal Water and Fire Sword, came to an abrupt halt against this luminous barrier.

The sight sent an icy chill through the hearts of all those present.

The terrible realization dawned upon them—Jiang Chengxuan’s most powerful strike had been stopped by this twisted, radiant screen.

Amidst the swirling storm, they could see shattered remnants of some puppets, their broken bodies scattered across the battlefield.

But it was clear that most of the puppets had survived, protected by the light screen.

“What pure origin power…” Yuanhan Immortal and the others extended their senses, quickly identifying the nature of the radiant screen.

It was composed of incredibly pure origin energy, far more concentrated than the ambient origin energy that filled this space.

It was so potent that it was better described as an origin artifact—crafted from the vast energies the strange tree had devoured, forming a golden shield around itself.

“Crack!

Crack!

Crack!” Before anyone could fully process this revelation, the screen began to crack.

The sound of tearing and shattering echoed in the void, and beams of light shot forth from the fissures, flooding the area with dazzling radiance.

The overwhelming force of this origin energy caused the Earth Immortals to instinctively reinforce their celestial domains, yet even their domains trembled slightly under its pressure.

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!” In the next moment, the light screen burst open, and a torrent of figures emerged, streaming out like a murder of crows.

Blackened silhouettes filled the sky, spreading out like a tide, their presence oppressive as they hovered above, gazing down upon the battlefield.

There was no need for explanations—these were the puppets, forged by the strange tree’s divine powers.

But now, each puppet glowed with a divine light, their eyes shining with sentience.

The tendrils growing from their bodies shimmered with immortal radiance, and origin energy surged from within them.

Every single one of them had completed the transformation into pseudo-Earth Immortal beings!

The sight left Fuguang Immortal, Qingyun Sovereign, and the others gasping in shock.

Even Jiang Chengxuan clenched his jaw, his expression grave.

The pseudo-Earth Immortal puppets stood in the sky like stars, and a rough count revealed there were at least eighty-one of them.

This meant that each member of the group would have to face at least twenty of these powerful enemies.

The odds were utterly bleak.

Facing three or ten opponents was one thing, but how could anyone hope to fend off twenty at once?

Even a team of twenty True Immortals would give an Earth Immortal reason to be cautious, let alone these pseudo-Earth Immortal puppets, who were far stronger than ordinary True Immortals.

These puppets could wield origin energy, bridging the gap between them and the Earth Immortals.

Their sheer numbers created a crushing advantage.

And to make matters worse, the battlefield itself was filled with boundless origin energy—energy that Jiang Chengxuan and his companions could not absorb, but which the puppets freely fed upon.

This realm had essentially become a celestial domain tailor-made for the puppets, designed by the strange tree to be their perfect battleground.

For Jiang Chengxuan and the others, it had become their grave.

The tide of battle shifted in an instant.

Just moments ago, Jiang Chengxuan and his allies held the upper hand, breaking through the puppet defenses.

But now, the emergence of this radiant origin shield had turned the tables, casting them into a seemingly inescapable abyss.

“Everyone, we must decide quickly—do we retreat or fight?” Jiang Chengxuan withdrew to the side of Fuguang Immortal and the others, his eyes sharp and his voice firm.

He gazed at the sea of powerful puppets, his expression unflinching, though he knew full well that he couldn’t defeat them all alone.

Now, the group needed to make a critical decision.

A single moment of doubt from anyone could spell disaster in a battle of this magnitude.

As things stood, their situation wasn’t entirely hopeless.

With the combined strength and techniques of the four Earth Immortals, they still had a chance to force their way out of this place.

But Jiang Chengxuan needed to be certain—did they still have the will to fight?

“Retreat?

Where could we possibly retreat to?” Qingyun Sovereign was the first to speak up, his voice echoing through the void.

“The strange tree has amassed such power that it’s determined to claim the Western Continent.

Today, even if we face death, we must stand and fight.

We cannot retreat!” Ever since Qingyun Sovereign had led his sect away from the ruins of Qingyun Province, he had sworn to himself that the next time he had a chance to fight back, he would not shy away, no matter the cost.

And now, that chance had finally arrived.

He would not be deterred by fear of death.

“Indeed,” Fuguang Immortal added, his gaze resolute as he looked at Jiang Chengxuan.

“The Western Continent is behind us.

If we retreat, who will stand to protect them?” Fuguang, too, had suffered under the calamity.

The Tianlong Merchant Guild had struggled through countless hardships to rebuild itself, and now, with the threat of annihilation looming, he would rather fight to the death than face the possibility of wandering the world once again.

Yuanhan Immortal simply nodded at Jiang Chengxuan, saying nothing.

He understood why Jiang Chengxuan had posed the question—it wasn’t out of fear or hesitation.

Jiang Chengxuan was merely gauging whether the group still had the resolve to fight.

From beginning to end, Jiang Chengxuan had been the true leader of this battle.

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