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"Are you sure?" Dong E Lai asked, a hint of reluctance in his voice.
"Absolutely sure!" Black Cripple thumped his chest, declaring, "How can our great China allow the Wokou to invade? Though I may be unworthy, I am willing to die for this cause!"
"That's the spirit!" Dong E Lai praised as he clapped Black Cripple on the shoulder. He discreetly slipped a Blood Talisman into Black Cripple's hand, its surface a vibrant red.
In a low voice, he said, "This is the Blood God Talisman. If you find yourself in dire straits, you can use fresh blood for a Blood Sacrifice to summon the Blood God. It might just save your life."
Black Cripple glanced at the talisman with some disdain. He had heard of such things before—cursed artifacts created by Lian Jiao. The so-called Blood God was merely a Blood Demon formed from coagulated blood, thriving on the lifeblood of living beings to grow stronger.
The Blood Demon was said to be immortal, but its existence relied entirely on the amount of blood stored within the bodies of Cultivators. How could this compare to Zuo Ci's Buddha Amulet?
"Well, it's still a treasure of sorts; I could sell it for a decent price," Black Cripple thought as he feigned gratitude and accepted the talisman. With a resolute expression, he stepped onto Li Bridge.
Is there no one left in China? Are they sending a cripple to his death?
"Hahaha, the East Asian Sick Man—truly fitting!"
"Look at him; he can't even cross Li Bridge!" mocked an Onmyoji from Eastern Japan, sitting cross-legged on a stone platform.
The other sorcerers from various countries participating in the duel also wore mocking expressions. It seemed that China's National Fortune had indeed reached its end.
Dragon Qi diverged into myriad forms, with each Cultivator possessing some degree of fortune. Cultivation was inherently a path of seizing the heavens and earth's blessings. If too many Cultivators from a nation fell, it would severely damage their National Fortune.
Chen Mo and Qiao Ji were both doomed to perish together; however, Qiao Ji was merely a monster birthed by Li Bridge and possessed no Dragon Qi. Thus, Chen Mo's Dragon Qi naturally transferred to the Eastern Kingdom.
The fortune of the Huaxia nation is calculated as points for cultivators. For those in the Pseudo Dao Realm, their fortune is also counted as points. Similarly, for cultivators in the Dao Realm, their fortune is measured in points. Each country possesses its own artifact for calculating National Fortune, and every nation's National Fortune points are standardized. This default value is the same for everyone.
A Yin Yang Master from Eastern Japan smiled as he took out a Copper Medal, which was a treasure used by his country to nurture National Fortune Dragon Qi. He employed a spell to deduce the results, but his expression quickly darkened.
"How is this possible?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "We haven't even officially entered the Arena Battle yet, and our National Fortune has already diminished by half!"
What he did not realize was that Zuo Ci had already defeated several talented Yin Yang Masters from the Kamo Family, including Qing Ren and Nekomata, along with the talented Yin Yang Master Abe Masamune from the Abe Family, Samurai Kaga, Yin Yang Master Aoyama, Ninja Feng Mo, and countless other ninjas. Many of these individuals were in the Pseudo Dao Realm, with some even being powerful figures in the Dao Realm, all before the Arena Battle had even begun.
Their preliminary contestants had suffered significant losses, naturally causing the National Fortune to shift towards Zuo Ci. If it weren't for these individuals secretly slaughtering Huaxia Nation's people to recover some fortune, Eastern Japan's luck would have been nearly depleted by now.
Seeing the grim expression on the Eastern Japan Yin Yang Master's face, cultivators from other countries displayed expressions of schadenfreude, knowing that the Great Eastern Empire had certainly not gained any advantage. They were not united as a solid front and were more than happy to see the Easterners falter.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo had transformed into Shi Ren Weng Zhong and suppressed most of the Sha Qi at Li Bridge. The Black Cripple encountered no formidable Yuan Ling and swiftly advanced past Li Bridge.
The first stone platform came into the view of Black Cripple.
Seated atop the platform was a gaunt One-Eyed Old Man, who held a human skull in the palm of his hand, casting a sinister gaze at Black Cripple.
Black Cripple's expression turned wary.
Having spent a considerable amount of time with Zuo Ci, he had learned the importance of being cautious, especially when it came to not getting too close to the old man Fang Yuan. He feared that this decrepit old man might cast a Xiang Tou on him.
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