Boom!

The Primordial Ancestor, its three heads and eight arms covered in black, fearsome scales, roared. Two of its arms tore open the void, plunging into the rolling dark demonic qi and shaking the entire Abyssal Demonic Domain.

From within, it slowly drew forth a dark-red demonic spear more than two thousand kilometers long, like a mountain range. The shaft was engraved with tangible black principle sequence chains, each vibration shaking space-time itself.

As it gripped the Eternal Dark Heaven Demonic Spear, an incomparably sharp aura erupted from its body, shaking heaven and earth. "Those who block my path will die."

Boom!

The Ancestor, holding the spear in four arms, surged forth with endless dark demonic qi, appearing before the Destructive Dragon Emperor. Its aura reached the absolute peak, overlooking all ages. When the two stood a million kilometers apart, the entire Demonic Domain shook violently. Infinite power gathered, condensing into a spear phantom that reached from the heavens to the earth.

The whole world seemed to halt, leaving only that slowly descending spear phantom, condensed from infernal power. Space-time beneath the spear shaft collapsed, and the world crumbled, forming a black chasm a million kilometers long. Its immense force shattered strands of blood-red lightning in its path.

Boom!

The moment the dark-red spear phantom entered the range of chaotic darkness filled with destruction, a massive twisting force erupted, ripping apart and annihilating everything. The sky-reaching spear phantom shuddered, then exploded with a blinding burst of black halos, unleashing a power capable of destroying a star.

In an instant, everything within a million kilometers was crushed, principles shattered, and even the abyssal world across billions of kilometers trembled. The earth split, and mountain ranges stretching tens of thousands of kilometers collapsed into ruin.

The world-shattering blast tore open the chaotic darkness, and the true form of the dark-red demonic spear, over two thousand kilometers long, descended with supreme force.

Roar!

The Dragon Emperor bellowed. It didn't dodge; instead, its twin claws rose, muscles swelling, and in an instant a force capable of shaking the vast world erupted from within.

Boom!

Space collapsed, the void expanded, and a pitch-black void more than a million kilometers wide appeared within the Demonic Domain. Here, space, matter, and energy ceased to exist; only the two vast figures condensed from principles remained.

Compared to the Ancestor's towering true form, 1,000 kilometers tall, the Dragon Emperor's length of 110 kilometers was like that of a child. Yet standing upright, the Dragon Emperor crossed its claws above its head, firmly catching the colossal demonic spear that spanned heaven and earth. Its feet stepped upon the void, unmoving and unshaken.

Blood-red lightning danced within its eyes as it looked at the towering true demon before it. Its savage jaws parted slightly, and a deep roar rumbled through time and space.I am king of the Dragon Palace, lord of thunderbolts and flames, eternal emperor of the Chaotic End, Thunder Fiery Ao Tian, Ao Batian. Your strength is great. You have earned the right for me to know your name, to be marked among the feats of my conquests across the vast world.

"What arrogance," the Ancestor responded. It lowered its heads slightly, all of its eyes filled with cold cruelty. "I cannot fathom how you, who can barely match me in my normal state only after pushing your limits, expect to fight me for long. But telling you my name will do no harm. Remember it well. I am of the Purgatory Clan of the Supreme Abyss, Izriel McAlister Farias..."

Though it appeared that beast and demon had exchanged only one move, in that instant they had contested each other in every way possible. From the clash of principles, to the collision of principle domains and the powers of supreme planes, to the confrontation between a principle-condensed true form and the absolute might of a colossal beast's body.

In that world-destroying exchange, the Dragon Emperor's surrounding principle domain was directly broken, yet even the Ancestor's demonic spear strike, carrying the full power of the Abyssal Demonic Domain, couldn't shake the Dragon Emperor itself. Its strength, defense, and durability were all honed to the absolute limit.

Both sides acknowledged each other's power, even if the battle to come would be fought without end until one perished. Yet compared to the titles and names the Dragon Emperor had given itself, its opponent's name was so long it made the Dragon Emperor's scales prickle.

In that long-winded introduction filled with guttural syllables, it had spoken nearly three thousand characters before finishing. The Dragon Emperor, who had already grown impatient, instantly let out a thunderous roar.

Boom!

The battle erupted. The entire sky was shrouded in red light, the heavy aura of ill omen eroding the Demonic Domain. The Ancestor, at the late stage of the true spirit level, possessed strength beyond description. Standing in the Demonic Domain, every strike carried the weight of heavenly might, annihilating everything within tens of millions of kilometers.

The Dragon Emperor's strength was equally overwhelming, but even more fearsome was its defense. Nothing could breach it. It was indestructible, immune to all strange or powerful principle-based attacks, and could clash head-on against the terrifying demonic spear that was capable of shattering a star in a single blow.

Their speed surpassed even time itself. In just an instant of exchange, tens of millions of kilometers of sky were destroyed and the land beneath was blasted apart. The power they radiated pierced through time and space, creating intense phenomena that no one could even witness directly, much less approach.

While the Dragon Emperor held back the Primordial Ancestor, the slaughter on the battlefield grew ever more frenzied. After witnessing billions of living beings turned into blood mist, all of the demon gods fell into despair. Madness followed, and they fought the Human Alliance's divine kings in bloody exchanges of wound for wound.

The Ancestor's revival had brought them no hope at all, only a deeper, suffocating despair. Facing the Ancestor that sought to devour every true demon of the Purgatory Clan, even demon gods were powerless under its bloodline suppression. Their deaths were inevitable.

As for escape... With the Alliance blocking their way, there was nowhere to run. The two sides were mortal enemies from the start. If that was the case, they might as well take a few humans down with them. Falling gloriously in battle was still better than being crushed like an insect in the Ancestor's grasp. Yet with the arrival of the colossal beast legions, even Karotis and the other demon gods found it too late to fight to the death.

Two great demon gods had already fallen, one Purgatory Empire's ruler had been torn apart and devoured by the Dragon Emperor, another demon god had been slain by Divine King Tarodell, one demon god had been sacrificed, and Constantine had been devoured by the Primordial Ancestor. With six demon gods gone, the Purgatory Empire's number of demon gods dropped sharply to twelve.

On the human alliance's side, Qian Tian had fallen, and the Primordial King had returned to the Blue Planet. Including Heavenly King Zhenwu, there were still nine supreme-level combatants remaining. However, with eight ancient-titan-level dragon kings joining, their demon-god-level numbers actually surpassed the enemy's. Not to mention Chen Chu, who was unrivalled within the demon god level.

Boom!

Amid golden-white lightning coiling around a golden-purple halberd light, the middle-stage ancient-titan-level demon god Ludius gave a miserable scream. Its true form shattered, dark-red blood dyeing the sky.

Before Ludius could recondense its true form and burn its origin to escape, a gray millstone radiating death appeared above and below, enveloping a range of ten thousand kilometers.

Splurt! Splurt!

As if the very kingdom of death had descended, the demon god's shattered true form began to emit thick black smoke. The flesh that had once brimmed with life turned ashen-white, reeking of decay and death.

Chen Chu was about to grind away the demon god's true form entirely with a mere turn of his palm when the figure of the Silver Colossal Dragon appeared behind him, roaring in excitement.Human, make way. Leave this demon god to me. Today, the great Saixitia will bathe the land in blood, and suppress an ancient-titan-level demon god with my titan body!

...Chen Chu paused for a moment, looking at the Silver Dragon spinning excitedly before him.

Forget it. He couldn't be bothered to argue with this fool. Shaking his head, Chen Chu stepped forward and crossed hundreds of thousands of kilometers in an instant to appear before Karotis.

The great Saixitia is invincible!The Silver Dragon roared with excitement, unleashing a black ice-crystal storm of destruction that engulfed Ludius' shattered and powerless form.

You, winged man, move aside. Do not compete with the great Catasthea for a demon's head.

Out of the way, out of the way. That demon god belongs to Dragon King Alius.

The entire forbidden zone battlefield was in chaos. One ancient titan after another lunged wildly at the demon gods. Including the Alliance's powerhouses in the count of friendly ancient-titan-level entities, there were clearly not enough demon gods to go around. With the Dragon Emperor's previous promise of bloodline enhancement, these ancient titans naturally feared that if they were a moment too late, they wouldn't even get a taste of the reward.

These ancient titans, along with the equally eager titans and mythical colossal beasts, made even Heavenly King Zhenwu pause for a moment.

Golden-Winged Divine King Tolstoy shouted with excitement, "These allies are incredible. We cannot let our momentum falter. All Heavenly Feathered warriors, kill! Slaughter every true demon!"

"Kill!" The warriors of the human race, Heavenly Feathered Race, Faerie Race, and the Alliance of Gods shouted in unison, faces alight with fervor.

Seeing this, Zhenwu slowly stopped his hand. Behind him, the black stele burst into light. Its radiance climbed skyward until it became a monument thousands of meters tall, stretching across heaven and earth and silently absorbing strands of principle power from all around. This battle involved more than thirty ancient-titan-level powerhouses, and the principles spilling out from both sides' clashes were saturated with an intense battle will.

As the True Martial Stele absorbed more and more of this principle power, the suppressive force it emitted rapidly grew stronger. At the same time, Zhenwu, who was one with the stele, also experienced a change in his aura; there was now a faint trace of a breakthrough.

While the two civilizations fought their desperate war, the solar system that was being devoured and the azure sky shrouding the Blue Planet were becoming clearer. As the two worlds drew closer, the World Force collided and twisted space-time, casting immense reflections in the sky beyond the Blue Planet's atmosphere.

They showed a vast world of undulating mountains and endless forests formed by towering ancient trees, where colossal beasts ran and rested upon the land, exuding a majestic and mysterious aura.

Other scenes depicted a battlefield stretching for millions of kilometers, where countless human cultivators, the Heavenly Feathered Race, the Faeries, and other alien races fought the true demons. Even without sound, one could feel the blood-boiling ferocity and tragic grandeur of the aura.

On the Blue Planet, countless people were stirred, awed, and exhilarated as they gazed at the majestic images reflected in the heavens. Most in this world were ordinary folk, and even the low-level cultivators had no idea the Blue Planet's world was falling. They thought the tremors of the world, the azure sky, and the strange visions above were much like the previous anomaly.

All attention was drawn to the warped images in the sky. They saw the true forms of mighty mythical level kings, the awe-inspiring gestures of alien chief gods, and the fierce visages of demonic kings.

In the capital of West Meng, beneath the platform that had just hosted the opening ceremony of the global tournament, Liu Feng looked up in surprise at one corner of the battlefield projected in the sky. "Damn, who's that king? So strong! He's fighting two demon kings at once and still pressing them back."

Beside him, Xia Youhui said with pride, "I know! That's the Sky-Suppressing War King, one of the top kings in strength. This projection should be from the frontline battlefield. I didn't think the frontlines would erupt in another war right after I got back. If I'd known, I wouldn't have come back to take part in the tournament."

He spoke with clear regret, making Bai Mu and the others beside him itch to punch him. He then pointed toward the outer left sky. "Look, that's the Nine-Tailed Heavenly King, and the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the national guardian beast of Baihu. They're fighting a great demon king. And there, do you see it? That figure with the enormous stele behind him is Heavenly King Zhenwu."

"Gasp!That ten-thousand-meter-tall figure is actually Zhenwu?" Bai Mu was visibly shocked.

For the human mythical-level kings and heavenly kings, the Federation's official site held portraits of each, including Chen Chu. However, their ordinary human forms and their king, heavenly king, and even supreme true forms were vastly different.

Heavenly King Jin Long normally appeared as a rough-faced middle-aged man. Once in battle, he transformed into a roaring golden dragon soaring across the sky. In such cases, only top-level powerhouses could recognize them.

Chen Hu looked up at the twisting scenes in the sky, frowning slightly. "Strange, why don't I see my brother?"

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