Chapter 671: A Tragic Victory

Duan Ming's energy was rapidly depleted as he continued to wither and reshape.

If Duan Ming told the other party that he had consumed a lot of energy, then the opposite side, the Venerable Bu Xing, would continue to attack frantically.

Until Duan Ming was exhausted of energy.

In that case, Duan Ming would completely lose the chance to turn the tables.

Now what Duan Ming had to do was to wait silently. Wait for the Venerable Bu Xing to temporarily stop attacking after finding that the attack was fruitless.

Only in this way would Duan Ming have a chance to counterattack or escape.

The subsequent development actually conformed to Duan Ming's idea.

After trying various attacks and failing to cause damage to Duan Ming, the Venerable Bu Xing also gave up attacking.

Although the Venerable Bu Xing now had unparalleled power, the consumption was not small.

Unlike Duan Ming's consumption of energy, the Venerable Bu Xing consumed physical strength.

In the final analysis, in addition to competing in strength and skills, endurance is also an important aspect of the battle itself.

After many fruitless attacks, the Venerable Bu Xing also felt a little tired.

Venerable Bu Xing was already very old, and after a fierce battle, he began to feel a little overwhelmed.

When he was madly attacking Duan Ming's shield, Venerable Bu Xing didn't feel anything, but as soon as he stopped attacking, he suddenly felt an indescribable soreness all over his body.

Duan Ming, who was always observing the opponent's situation in the shield, also immediately discovered the opponent's abnormality.

When Venerable Bu Xing stopped attacking and began to rub his neck, Duan Ming immediately removed the protective shield and slashed at Venerable Bu Xing with an accelerated speed.

Venerable Bu Xing, who was lamenting that he was old, suddenly brightened his eyes, and then immediately made a counterattack.

"Haha~ kid, I'm waiting for you to come out!"

It turned out that not only Duan Ming was waiting for the opportunity, but Venerable Bu Xing was also fishing for law enforcement.

The old and the young were also scheming in the battle. The victory or defeat depended on who could persist and who was more insidious.

With a muffled sound, Venerable Bu Xing's fist was the first to arrive and hit Duan Ming hard.

However, what surprised everyone was that Duan Ming, who was hit by the Bu Xing Master, scattered like a withered flower.

Seeing this, the Bu Xing Master's face suddenly changed, and he secretly said: "No! I've fallen into a trap!"

At this time, Duan Ming's original body had already taken advantage of everyone's attention and circled behind the Bu Xing Master.

The Shenyun Sword in his hand was ready to be launched and slashed out, and the muscular waist of the Bu Xing Master was directly cut open.

A large amount of firewood was directly injected into the body of the Bu Xing Master with Duan Ming's slash.

The Bu Xing Master opened his eyes wide and slowly lowered his head to look at his body.

He saw that his chest and abdomen were glowing red from the inside out.

"No——"

In the screaming of exhaustion, the Bu Xing Master's body exploded directly from the inside out.

The red firewood engulfed his flesh and blood, and in the end, not even a slag was left.

Seeing this, all the believers took a breath of cold air.

But soon someone reacted and shouted: "The Venerable is dead! Everyone run!"

The people who were still in shock immediately reacted and fled in all directions.

Looking at the cultists who scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, Duan Ming wanted to chase them, but the internal injuries on his body forced him to stop.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Duan Ming's mouth.

Feeling the constantly surging inside, Duan Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that I was really careless this time. The injury is more serious than expected~"

In desperation, Duan Ming had to let these cultists escape.

After resting for a while, Duan Ming temporarily suppressed his internal injuries and got up to return to the location of his starship.

At this time, the resistance of this planet was minimal.

Under the siege of Duan Ming's starship and the Xinhuo team, the Demon Tower Cult was basically annihilated.

At the same time as the death of Venerable Bu Xing, he and the top leaders of the Pantheon Church also received the news at the same time.

In a gloomy hall, the old goat sat at the head, and the voice members participated in the meeting in the form of projection.

The old goat spoke first: "Bu Xing is dead, and the power of the Demon Tower Cult has been defeated. Next, it is estimated that you will suffer."

After hearing the words of the old goat, everyone fell into silence for a while.

The battle came too fast, and they could not react at all. The venerable Bu Xing died too quickly, and they had no time to rescue him.

"I think we should not fight on our own now, we should fight together, and turn defense into offense while the enemy is resting."

The witch's hoarse voice broke the silence and gave everyone a proposal that was the best so far.

But for this obviously feasible method, everyone was unwilling to implement it.

Although the Pantheon Church is nominally an organization, the various sects in it are just fighting on their own.

There are even huge conflicts between many sects.

Seeing that no one responded, the witch sneered: "You are already in big trouble, but you are still worried about your own interests."

"You are always calculating, aren't you afraid of getting nothing? The death of that old man Bu Xing is more or less related to your early waiting and watching."

"What you didn't expect was that Bu Xing was defeated so quickly. So quickly that you didn't even have time to put forward the conditions for assistance."

Hearing the witch's words, the shadows of two people on the scene trembled violently.

The old goat snorted coldly at this time: "It seems that if I don't force you to integrate, you won't move."

Everyone froze when they heard the old goat's words.

After the death of the Lord of Punishment, Duan Ming's troops quickly controlled the Demon Tower Sect area.

At this time, Duan Ming was recuperating while listening to Ashe's battle report.

"Boss, in this battle, we lost a total of two medium-sized warships, twelve small warships, and one large warship was slightly damaged."

"In terms of personnel, 320 people were killed, 46 were seriously injured, and 52 were slightly injured."

Hearing the war damage, Duan Ming's face became ugly.

Seeing Duan Ming's changing expression, Ashe hurriedly began to report the results of the battle.

"In this battle, we attacked and destroyed five large enemy warships, 26 medium warships, and 123 small warships. The number of enemy annihilation has not yet been counted."

"In terms of spoils, there are two large warships, seven medium warships, and 72 small warships. Five hundred and thirty-six prisoners."

"We occupied six asteroids, three medium planets, and one large planet. All kinds of minerals on them are not counted."

After hearing Ashe's report on the results of the battle, Duan Ming's mood improved at first, but he realized that he had no management ability at all.

After realizing that he had conquered the country but had no ability to defend and govern it, Duan Ming couldn't help but have a headache again.