"Hmph, everyone, retreat a thousand miles," Lu Ya said, exchanging glances with the other great leaders before giving the order.
The remaining fifty billion troops didn't dare hesitate. They quickly withdrew, leaving only six giants on the Six Great Sacred Dynasties' side: Old Ancestor Lu Ya, Yin-Yang Ancestor, Qiankun Ancestor, and the others.
Old Ancestor Black Mountain, Old Ancestor Tian Yin, and Old Ancestor Xuan Yang of the Eastern Alliance, along with Old Ancestor Sky Sword, Old Ancestor Primordial Beginning, and Old Ancestor Purple Thunder of the Western Alliance, exchanged subtle nods. They understood without a word: Lu Ya and the others feared the alliances might activate their formation again, and planned to settle things through their strongest fighters.
Old Ancestor Black Mountain and the others were no pushovers. They had established the Two Great Alliances under the watchful eyes of all the major powers through sheer bloodshed, not luck. Even if they were slightly weaker than Lu Ya and his peers, the difference was limited. Otherwise, the Six Great Sacred Dynasties would have swallowed them up long ago.
"Black Mountain, you're truly ruthless. You actually sacrificed ten billion cultivators alive," Lu Ya said coldly. The surging Magic Power around him sent the air currents swirling backward.
"Heh, we're all much the same. You don't need to play the good guy," Old Ancestor Black Mountain replied, completely unfazed by Lu Ya's sarcasm. At this point, nothing anyone said would change a thing.
"Lu Ya, let's do this. There's no need to waste any more words," Ancestor Tun Tian said from beside him, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. This war had wiped out nearly half the forces he'd amassed, and he was already seething with bloodlust.
"Fine. Let's fight," Lu Ya agreed.
Old Ancestor Black Mountain and the other five moved at the same time, each finding an opponent.
In the end, Old Ancestor Lu Ya faced Old Ancestor Black Mountain; Yin-Yang Ancestor faced Old Ancestor Tian Yin; Qiankun Ancestor faced Old Ancestor Xuan Yang; Ancestor Tun Tian faced Old Ancestor Sky Sword; Old Ancestor Golden Body faced Old Ancestor Primordial Beginning; and Old Ancestor Destruction faced Old Ancestor Purple Thunder.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The twelve attacked at once. The immense force of their battle shook the land below, splitting it again and again. Their released energies swept through the sky like enormous blades, ringing with the clash of swords. It was terrifying beyond words.
Every one of these twelve had an extraordinary talent. Since awakening at the creation of Heaven and Earth, they had continually accumulated Magic Power. In terms of its depth, each of them was comparable to a Sage of later generations.
Of course, that was only in terms of Magic Power. Their realms were far inferior to a Sage's, and Sages could also command the power of Heaven and Earth to aid them. Lu Ya and the others were nowhere near their level.
At that moment, the twelve were like twelve ancient beasts, their tremendous Magic Power colliding again and again in the sky. Space trembled, and the earth rose and fell like waves, rolling without end.
"Old Ancestor Black Mountain, die!" Old Ancestor Lu Ya roared. Boundless flames surged from the void toward him, forming a scorching sea of fire around his body.
The flames continued to rush toward Lu Ya. Seated at the heart of the sea of fire, he formed one hand seal after another. Rings of flame wound around him, while his windblown hair streamed upward.
Gradually, the entire sea of fire began to spin rapidly, forming a gigantic vortex that devoured and compressed the flames. At last, an enormous fireball appeared in the sky.
The fireball was like another sun, hanging high above the world. Its scorching currents baked the Primordial World; rivers dried up within a hundred thousand miles, and the plants withered listlessly.
Old Ancestor Black Mountain stared at the enormous fireball, his expression grave. He no longer dared hold back. His hands flew through hand seals, moving so fast they blurred.
Everything in the world cast a shadow. Mountains, of course, cast shadows too. But at that moment, the shadows of countless towering mountains within a thousand million miles of the battlefield suddenly broke free from their forms. They became countless black, phantom blocks and shot toward Old Ancestor Black Mountain.
Before long, the phantom of a ten-thousand-zhang mountain appeared behind him. As the black blocks continued to merge with it, the phantom gradually solidified. An ancient will emerged—vast and powerful, as if the wills of countless mountains had gathered together.
"Rumble..."
The enormous, scorching fireball collided with the phantom mountain. Half the sky turned red and the other half black, a bizarre sight.
The powerful shockwaves mercilessly destroyed everything around them in an instant. Even Yin-Yang Ancestor and the others, who were still fighting, paused to watch the horrifying scene.
As the smoke cleared, the battered figures of Lu Ya and Old Ancestor Black Mountain emerged. Both were badly injured. Several bloody holes had been burned through Old Ancestor Lu Ya's body, while Old Ancestor Black Mountain was in even worse shape: flames had scorched half his body, and blood poured from his wounds. It was clear that Old Ancestor Lu Ya had the upper hand.
The two glared at each other through gritted teeth, both wishing they could tear the other apart. But neither seemed willing to keep fighting. They both knew that if they continued, they would only destroy each other.
So, almost simultaneously, they glanced toward their respective sides, where the others were still fighting. The meaning was clear: the rest was up to them.
Yin-Yang Ancestor and the others looked grave. They had thought Old Ancestor Black Mountain and his companions were strong, but that with their own abilities, they could defeat them without too much difficulty, even if they paid a price. Seeing Lu Ya and Old Ancestor Black Mountain's battle made them realize they had underestimated their opponents.
With that in mind, Yin-Yang Ancestor and the others stopped holding back and unleashed their ultimate techniques. Faced with this, Old Ancestor Tian Yin and the others also revealed one trump card after another.
"Ha!" Yin-Yang Ancestor shouted. Behind him, two streams of Innate Spiritual Qi appeared in the void, one Yin and one Yang. As soon as they appeared, the countless streams of Spiritual Qi around them seemed to encounter a sovereign and rushed toward them.
The two streams of Innate Spiritual Qi intertwined, eventually forming an ancient Taiji Diagram in the sky. It rotated without pause, its Yin and Yang eyes constantly absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi and radiating an aura that seemed capable of grinding all existence into nothing. The sight made one's heart tremble.
Ancestor Tun Tian was no less impressive. He held his hands apart as if embracing something, and the void slowly warped. With a hiss, space began to shatter before the horrified onlookers, forming a mysterious, bottomless black hole.
As soon as it appeared, chunks of shattered mountains, broken spears and swords from the battlefield, and even the surrounding light were swallowed into it. It was terrifying.
Old Ancestor Purple Thunder also unleashed his ultimate technique. He gripped a ten-thousand-zhang bolt of lightning in his right hand. Its deep-blue radiance illuminated the world, making him seem like a Sovereign high above all creation.
Old Ancestor Sky Sword unleashed an ultimate sword technique. The phantom of a colossal sword reaching the heavens appeared in the sky, radiating an awe-inspiring aura that could judge and destroy everything.
The great leaders continued unleashing their supreme techniques, throwing the world around them into utter chaos. Mountains and rivers reversed, water flooded the sky, and the sun and moon vanished from sight. It was as if the entire world were about to return to the chaos that had existed before its creation.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Nine massive impacts suddenly rang out across the battlefield. Old Ancestor Lu Ya and Old Ancestor Black Mountain stared in astonishment at the nine Black Giant Coffins that had fallen from the sky. Even Ancestor Tun Tian and the others, who had been locked in battle, stopped fighting.
Who would be foolish enough to pick a fight here? Didn't they know this was the battlefield between the Six Great Sacred Dynasties and the Two Great Alliances?
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