Chapter 1869
Chapter 1869
In an instant, at this source of desolation, starlight and bones flew together, and chaos and nightmares merged into one color.
The roar of the rock core, the flowing light of time, the sharpness of the cleavage, the eeriness of life, the deathly silence of returning to zero...
All forces intertwined, forming an epic picture that was both extremely chaotic and extremely magnificent.
The newly returned warriors of the eight branches.
His gaze instantly met that of the Ghost King, Ning Feng, the Great Demon God, and the Common Lord.
Without a word, the battle spirits that originated from the same source and were determined to destroy the annihilated had already resonated intensely in silence, like billions of thunderbolts exploding in the depths of their souls, dispelling the last trace of unfamiliarity caused by the long separation and the barrier of time and space.
The next moment, all the warriors, regardless of the newly returned eight branches,
Or perhaps it was the Ghost King, Ning Feng, the Great Demon God, the Supreme Lord, and their subordinates who were already there.
Their aura, their Daoist spirit, their indomitable fighting will,
At this moment, they became completely one, with no distinction between them.
A mighty force powerful enough to shake the ages and reverse the cycle of reincarnation.
It took shape within the cavity of the source of annihilation, ruthlessly suppressing the omnipresent implications of the end.
"Good, good, good."
The Ghost King exclaimed "Good!" three times, each time louder than the last.
His excitement grew even stronger; the stone axe in his hand trembled and emitted an excited buzz, as if cheering for this reunion that had been delayed for countless eons.
"Star remnants, chaos, nightmare, rock core, time sequence, severing the path, life, returning to zero..."
"And then there's this hell of mine, plus that little demon god's devouring, and the inheritance of the flame of civilization..."
"Haha, the Ten Meridians of Battle Heaven are complete today."
His gaze swept intently over the eight branch leaders, whose auras were either icy, violent, eerie, or imposing.
The leader of the Star Skeleton Branch, the tallest skeleton, had the most intense starlight in its eye sockets.
His jaw opened and closed, producing a sound like metal clashing against stone, "Ghost King, it's been a long time."
"Even the silent stars yearn for the flames of revenge."
Within that bone palm, a miniature supernova was slowly rotating, emanating an aura of destruction and rebirth.
The giant of the Chaos branch roared, his body surging with energy, his voice like the collapse of countless worlds, "Chaos... yearns for... the end of order."
On its blurry face, a hideous, destructive smile appeared.
The ethereal leader of the Nightmare branch nodded slightly, his voice resounding directly in the hearts of all beings: "The fear deep within the Dream of Ten Thousand Spirits has transformed into a sharp blade piercing towards the end."
The rock giant of the rock core branch pounded its chest with its fist, which was as large as a mountain, and made a deafening roar: "Earth, never fall."
The leader of the temporal branch, whose form shifted between youth and old age, spoke with the echoes of time: "The long river of time bears witness that this battle will be etched into eternity."
The sword cultivators of the Zhan Dao branch had the most fierce aura. The leader was an ordinary-looking man in blue robes, but his eyes seemed to be able to cut through all shackles.
He didn't speak, but simply pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed towards the writhing dark void.
An invisible sword intent swept past, and a writhing, tumor-like structure in the distance instantly became somewhat "illusory," as if the very foundation of its "existence" had been shaken.
The leader of the Lifeline, clad in armor of flesh and plant matter, let out a hoarse laugh.
The vines beneath his feet danced wildly, "The 'nutrients' of annihilation are the most nourishing..."
The leader of the Zero Branch.
The figure with the most subdued aura seemed to be nonexistent.
With just a slight lift of his finger, an absolute power of "silence" spread out from him, forcibly quelling the surrounding sense of annihilation that was trying to retaliate.
As the Great Demon God gazed at these familiar yet unfamiliar figures, the excitement in his demonic eyes almost materialized into flames.
He laughed wildly, "Damn it, that's more like it!"
"Laozi's Devouring Dao will today let us taste what the Origin of Annihilation truly tastes like!"
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