Mortal
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As Mich Son was dashing towards the basin at full speed, the burning of his longevity continued. He then pushed down on his forehead and a gust of wind was created under his feet, the wind was not as powerful as the previous winds that he created neither when he opened the domain nor when he was activating his normal attacks. The wind lifts him into the air and balanced him at a steady speed, pure Qi was mixed into the wind below his feet to accelerate his speed and propel him forward.
The now disturbed Odain Grayson saw that the old general was rushing towards the huge basin and had a bad premonition in his guts.
"You think that I will just sit back and let you take advantage of the situation just like that haha such arrogance or is it that you have completely lost your mind and sense of reasoning haha".
The dragon roared violently as the now molten lava ground which was made up of purple profound flames surged ruthlessly. The ground shook and the flames rose into the air like a tsunami readying to destroy a city, a towering wave of molten lava dashed forwarded at top speed behind the old general Mich Son who was endlessly burning his longevity
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His Qi realm was unstable to the point of collapsing; his longevity was on its last minute as the now old general of the Green Field Empire pushed forward with determination burning in his eyes. He wasn't moving that fast, this he knew but he kept going anyways. He gritted his teeth as he thought about the burning of his longevity and that his time was coming to an end and the Empire was still in danger when suddenly a large shadow came over him which blocks the rays of the sun up above.
Cold sweat started to pour down his face as his skin started to tighten, this was due to the blazing heat that was nearing him at full speed, the atmosphere burned and the pure Qi in the area dispersed in all directions. When he turned his head around to look at what was coming after him, he was shocked beyond compare, he didn't have the power to fight back against such an attack, nor did he had enough power to escape it either and even if he wanted to, his longevity wasn't sufficient enough. He could only watch as the ragging flames neared him, in his mind he was endlessly thinking about the safety of his people and the future of his beloved empire.
"I must think of away, I can't just let this bastard get away with this, the hope of my people is on my shoulders," thought Mich Son as he rushed forward with the larva flames rushing behind him, getting nearer and nearer with each passing second.
He didn't want to see his empire fall, nor could he imagine the struggles and hardships that his people will go throw. Even though the Empire had its emperor who hadn't made his move yet and could still stand a fighting chance against the enemy that he was now facing, he knew that if he did, more life's would be lost, not to mention that the sky emperor hadn't even lifted a single finger as of this moment either. His mind was moving at a fast speed but his body wasn't, he was thinking about all the possibilities and the possible outcome of the battle, the old general didn't fear death, more so he welcomed it with opened arms but what he feared the most was the enslavement of his people.
The world of cultivation was a ruthlessly one, it was the norm to know that if one wanted to protect the ones they loved and to keep their belongings, one first needed to have power, the power that could destroy your enemies with the wave of a hand, a mind as hard as steel and a heart that could kill when needed to without batting an eyelid. It was also normed for cultivators to steal other people's cultivation resources because it this world or better yet in these land, cultivation resources were like gold to the poor, due to this fact alone, ruthlessly and merciless bloodshed would always occur, With the gritting of his teeth general Odain Grayson floated off the dragon's head and was preparing to give chase to the dashing old general when suddenly the pressure in the atmosphere got intense and surpassed that of which it previously was.
Within the basin the great sword shook none stop as the ragging flames collapsed in on itself, the molten lava that was the battlefield was instantly put out and the ground reformed a new. This sudden turn of events left Odain Grayson stunned and speechless, his eyes wide he turned his head to look in the direction of the basin, the old general only need of few breaths of time to reach it, now he truly regretted not killing him when he had the chance to do so, what he also regretted the most was that he never took into consideration to head for the basin himself. This was because he was originally a level seven Saint General but due to the battle powers that Lord flame has blessed him with, he thought that it was not needed and that he could go check it out after he finished toying with the now old bag of bones Mich Son.
But what surprised him the most out of all of this is that the pressure in the atmosphere got even more unbelievable and unbearable, this even caused the molten lava attack of Lord Flame to collapse and the ground to return to normal. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or was it really due to the might of the great sword that was in the basin. Mich Son was just meters away from the edge of the huge basin when he felt the imposing pure surrounding him, it felt like he couldn't breathe properly, the wind under his feet collapsed and his body weight was tripled within on instant.
He suddenly fell to the ground breathing heavily, it was a critical moment for him and he had no chance of winning the battle at hand. His body was shaking none stop, his face was pale white like he had just seen a ghost in the dead of night. His Qi realm had collapsed and he was now powerless to do anything, the four mask men that were sitting cross-legged in mediation underneath the emperor rotated their cultivation bases as they channel power into their emperor's body. The green beam of light that was shooting out of his body suddenly got instance as it grew double in size and its glow got even brighter, the c***k marks on the blue and green shield started to heal themselves as the magical symbols swirl around the surface of the shield.
"He’s now a mortal"
Sighed the emperor of the Green Field Empire as he looked up at the illusionary mirror up above his head. In the world of cultivation, one's Qi realm was one of the most important things to a cultivator, it was a place where they stored up all of their pure Qi, which would enable them to make a continuous breakthrough, through the many different realms or carry out magical attacks. Once a person's Qi realm is destroyed, he/she's cultivation base is considered to be crippled and is now a mere mortal and not a member of the world cultivation.
"I'm a Mortal now" groan the shaking old general as he looked at his hands, lost deep in his thoughts.
The Sky Empire General wasn't a fool and he too saw what had happened to the old general who was shaking at the edge of the basin, he wore an arrogant expression on his face, one that showed only pity for the weak. Odain Grayson was gentle floating over the head of Lord Flame when he heard the dragon spoke in a merciless tone.
"He’s now a pitiful Mortal, there's no need wasting any more time with him, finish him off" the dragon wore a serious expression on his face; this was because the situation was getting too troublesome and the atmospheric condition was also getting annoying.
"As you wish Lord Flame"
Odain Grayson raised his hand in the air and performed a simple hand sign, flames began to burn on his palm as he looked at the weak general
"Time to die you piece of trash" with a wave of his hand the flame was sent flying towards Mich Son.
The old general raised his head to look at the incoming flame, in his eyes could still be seen great determination and will power, he did not want to give up, he wanted to fight for his people, to save those who he cared about and the regret in his heart would not fade away even if he died, if he let his people die when suddenly all sounds were blocked out around the shaking old general, His expression remained the same as ever as a deep and ancient voice could be heard in his head.
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