The thunder dragon collided with the black bolt from the spider ancestor's brand. The situation suddenly changed, the heaven and earth shook, and countless light beams rushed into the sky.
Chen Lei's body shook, his face turned pale, and the true form of the thunder and lightning true dragon magic was instantly shattered, leaving only half of the dragon's tail rooted in the sea of thunder around him.
The sea of thunder around him also became void in an instant and almost disappeared.
However, although Chen Lei was seriously injured, the pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan was even more unbearable. The collision between the two sides made the eyes of the Iron Spider Clan boy dim. It was really a blow to him. The iron spider boy's consumption was too much.
Without hesitation, Chen Lei drank another bottle of spirit essence liquid, and the lost essence in his body was restored to its original state.
Chen Lei had a lot of this spiritual essence liquid in his hands, which was enough to last him until the end, but the situation of the pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan was getting worse and worse.
After all, destroying the Spider Ancestral Brand requires the pure-blooded young man from the Iron Spider Clan to lose his life potential. This life potential is difficult to repair, and every loss will cause huge damage to himself.
Originally, the pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan had difficulty destroying the Spider Ancestor Brand. He barely managed to break it. He was originally preparing to kill Chen Lei completely in one fell swoop, but he never thought that Chen Lei's resilience was amazing. He destroyed the Spider Ancestor Brand twice in a row. Brand launched attacks, but none of them caused fatal damage to Chen Lei.
Under such circumstances, the pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan couldn't hold on any longer.
"Ahem..."
The pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan coughed up a large mouthful of black blood, which fell to the ground, forming a shocking lake of blood.
The eyes of the young man from the Iron Spider tribe that had lost their luster regained their vitality as this mouthful of black blood spurted out. They were so agile and powerful that they emitted cold light, and the aura on his body surged again.
"It's really extraordinary that you can push me to such a point, but this time you are dead..."
The pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan said in a cold voice while coughing up blood and staring at Chen Lei with cold eyes.
At this time, the pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan rushed up with streaks of blood, directly sinking into the Spider Ancestral Brand in mid-air, making the Spider Ancestral Brand in mid-air become more solid and more oppressive. Majestic.
"No, Iron Borer is actually trying his best!"
A warrior-level alien warrior suddenly spoke up and exclaimed.
These warrior-level foreign warriors had keen eyesight, and they knew that this pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan had begun to desperately burn his own life force to destroy the Spider Ancestor Brand.
Under such circumstances, even if this pure-blooded boy from the Iron Spider Clan could kill Chen Lei, he himself would never survive.
No matter which powerful alien is willing to exchange the life of a pure-blooded genius of his own family for the life of a human being, he will never agree to it.
You must know that among the pure-blooded alien races, it is absolutely rare for one to appear among tens of millions of people. Each one is rarer and more precious than a national treasure, and no accidents are allowed.
Now, this pure-blood young man from the Iron Spider Clan actually wants to fight for his life. How can the other strong foreigners who are watching the battle agree to it.
Especially among the warrior-level alien warriors watching the battle, there was a warrior from the Iron Spider clan. His body was as tall as a mountain, and the black spider hair on his body exuded an icy metallic cold light. The light in his two eyes was as bright as pillars, and he was the most powerful. Worry about the situation on the battlefield.