Gradually Entering the Fray
On Origin Star, all kinds of machines were operating at their maximum capacity, and the alarms pierced the eardrums of some people.
The crimson planet steadily approached, its size only one-third that of the Origin Star. But given their combined size, a collision would not be a matter of life and death; both planets would explode.
On the ground, countless people looked up, their pupils reflecting the ever-growing blood-red planet, like a hawk's eye opening from the Abyss, slowly approaching with a resolute intent to devour everything.
The Origin Star had already turned around, its millions of thrusters on its rear were running wildly, and the blue plasma flow was like vomit, causing the entire planet to tremble violently. The cities, mountains and rivers on the planet's surface were all experiencing terrifying acceleration.
The buildings were shaking, the earth was groaning, and the Ocean was churning.
But the crimson planet's speed was still increasing. Like a die Throwing by Fate, it hurtled straight toward Origin Star with an irresistible accuracy!
The blood-red planet resembled a grotesque, mangled face, laughing maniacally.
Bring it on!
Die with me!
"Fuck it!" the manager roared, "Smash the moon into it!"
[Moon I], which was originally fixed to Origin Star, slowly broke away from its orbit and naturally rushed towards the blood-red planet.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
In the end, the moon transformed into a giant cannonball and crashed head-on into that blood-red planet!
Boom--!
Ignoring the already dwindling atmosphere of the crimson planet as it hurtled forward, a silent shockwave Diffusion through the Void. The moon shattered into pieces upon impact, countless fragments scattering in all directions, like a grand funeral.
A massive wound was torn open on the blood-red planet; the crust cracked, magma spewed forth, and the entire surface of the planet was flattened by the shockwave. The once-standing mountains, the flowing rivers, and the palaces built by the Demon Prince were all reduced to dust in an instant.
A scene of world destruction.
The crimson planet's speed was affected by the direct impact of the moon, making it unable to accurately target the Origin Star.
The Origin Star was about to glide past its edge. Looking up from the surface of the Origin Star, one could see that the entire blood-red planet, like a nightmare, covered almost the entire sky. Even the atmosphere was pulled by its gravity, forming strange flowing clouds.
The moment the two planets intersected, both figures vanished from their spots.
In the next instant, a blinding light exploded in the Void. The light was so bright that countless beings watching from afar raised their hands to shield their eyes. Even from millions of kilometers away, the light still burned their eyes.
Swords and spears clashed.
Once. Twice. Ten times. A hundred times.
The sword of the Mu Ri is brilliant yet merciless. Every strike it delivers overturns the will of all living beings in the Suguang Civilization.
The beliefs, desires, and obsessions of those people with "Humanity Above All" were almost all condensed on the edge of his sword.
The Demon Prince's spear, tinged with an eerie crimson, seemed poised to destroy everything.
The four figures behind Mu Ri finally arrived. Just as they were about to attack the Demon Prince, they were drawn to the several figures that suddenly appeared behind the Demon Prince.
Other high-powered units from destructive civilizations followed behind the Demon Prince.
You must attack the minion with the taunt ability first.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were thus dragged into an additional war, leading to a one-on-one battle between the Demon Prince and the Mu Ri.
Two figures clashed in the Void, each collision unleashing a shockwave of energy that Diffusion in all directions, relentlessly annihilating the surrounding Zerg. The Swarm rushed in like moths to a flame, only to be reduced to dust in the aftershocks.
Everyone's gotten used to using the aftermath of battles to wipe out the Zerg.
Even the Zerg themselves are used to it; whenever a strong opponent is fighting, they rush in in droves to their deaths, hoping to pick off any survivors. After all, they have plenty of numbers, so they don't care how many die.
Mu Ri held the sword in his right hand, and with a flick of his left, a black flame ignited in his palm, giving the Demon Prince a buff.
A flash of dark and blood-red light emanated from the Demon Prince, instantly suppressing the Black Flames.
But in the next instant, the Black Flames once again Burn recklessly on his body.
The Demon Prince extended his tentacle-like tongue, licked his lips, and stared at the Authority Sword in Mu Ri, his eyes Burn with a mad killing intent.
"You are very strong," He said, His voice deep and hoarse, "Stronger than I imagined."
"You're not bad either."
It was rare for Mu Ri to speak during the battle.
"Ha ha! Please me as much as you like!" the Demon Prince laughed.
Mu Ri raised his sword.
Beneath the two figures, beneath the crust of the blood-red planet, all sorts of war weapons were continuously emerging.
They surged forth from the underground cavities, densely packed and overwhelming, rushing towards Tracing Light's army.
Distance.
The Loose Immortal Martial God was blocked in the Void by a lone immortal, unable to approach the main battlefield.
One sword light after another slashed out from the hands of the Loose Immortal, extremely elegant, seemingly unhurried, but each sword strike was just the right level for Martial God to face seriously.
With each punch unleashed by the Martial God, a torrent of Blood Qi and Blood Qi surged forth, almost solidifying in the Void, colliding with the sword light and exploding into white energy flowers.
"What benefits did the Demon Prince give you?" the Martial God asked while throwing a punch. "Isn't the Cultivation Alliance supposed to be doing its own thing? Why would they get involved in this?"
Another sword light flashed by from the Loose Immortal, accompanied by a light, casual reply.
"This is none of your business. You just need to stay here; it won't do you any harm."
The Martial God shattered the sword light with a single punch and sighed.
"Fine, do as you please."
He stopped trying to break through and instead stood there steadily, taking the sword flashes one punch at a time.
Since I'm helping someone no matter where I am, I might as well just have a sweet online battle with the Loose Immortal.
Those who slack off need to have the same tacit understanding as other slack-offs.
On the other side.
On the Life Tree, the situation has completely deteriorated.
The dark green light was Spread wildly, devouring every branch of the Life Tree. The once vibrant green life force had now been Corruption into a bizarre dark green, emitting a nauseating stench.
Those once vibrant leaves withered one by one, emitting a stench of decay and excrement.
Lin Yuan stood on a branch that was about to rot completely, no longer as composed as before, his face ashen.
"Grass!"
Lin Yuan was extremely indignant.
After years of lying low and spending so many resources of the Tracing Light, in the end, he still couldn't acquire the Life Tree, a unit with extremely high combat power?
How could the Elf Race be so useless! Both generations of elven kings were merely pawns of other civilizations! Their level of leniency is comparable to that of prostitutes in the slums!
No wonder so many civilizations were disgusted by the Abyssal Depth Civilization through the Spatial Rift back then, with the Elf Race reacting the most fiercely.
He's practically the highest decision-making body, yet he's just someone else's puppet!
And she even won twice...