Ren Xiaoyao dragged the almost fragmented body, which seemed to have been repeatedly crushed by a huge force, and moved forward with difficulty.
Every time he took a step, the joints all over his body made a heart-wrenching creaking sound, as if a dilapidated old machine was struggling to run and would fall apart at any time.
The soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground full of charred cracks and sharp broken rocks, making a rough and harsh scraping sound. This sound was intertwined with the howling wind on the battlefield, the burst of spiritual power, and the roar of the earth, forming an apocalyptic movement full of despair and struggle.
His once majestic black robe, which showed the demeanor of a strong man, has now been soaked with thick blood, and was torn into rags in the fierce battle. It flutters feebly in the strong wind, like broken flags, silently telling the cruelty and tragedy of this battle.
However, his eyes were like beacons that would never go out in the cold night, revealing incomparable perseverance and determination. His eyes were like torches, fixed firmly on the mountain peak that was constantly collapsing under the raging spiritual power, as if he wanted to use this gaze to completely burn the enemy.
In the ruins, the vibrations became more violent, as if Ancient Chaos Demon God, sealed deep in the earth, was struggling and roaring crazily, trying to break through the cage that bound it.
Cracks spread in all directions at a terrifying speed. In the face of this terrifying force, the hard rock was easily torn apart like fragile tissue paper, revealing the bottomless Dark Abyss that exuded the aura of death.
When each crack expands, it is accompanied by a dull and shocking roar. This is the sound of the bones of the earth breaking. It is the painful cry of nature in this duel of forces. It shakes the surrounding air with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye, as if countless boulders have been thrown into the calm lake.
The alarm bells in Ren Xiaoyao's heart rang loudly, and the dangerous atmosphere was like a surging, sky-blocking tide that completely submerged him, but the fighting spirit in his heart was burning like an eternal Flame Sect, dispersing the fatigue and pain in his body, giving him the courage and strength to continue fighting.
He forced himself to take a breath, and the breath surged wildly in his chest, like a super active volcano about to erupt, containing energy that could destroy the world.
The spiritual energy all over his body was quietly moving, and golden light seeped out from every pore of his body, gathering into stars at his fingertips. These light spots intertwined and merged with each other, faintly outlining the outline of mysterious runes. The runes exuded warm and powerful power, forming a sharp contrast with the dark and evil forces surrounding him, like bright stars in the darkness.
In an instant, a black shadow soared into the sky from the ruins like a super-high-speed cannonball. The speed was so fast that the surrounding air was torn apart in an instant, and a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound was heard, which was the scream of the air being torn apart.
It is King Zizai!
At this moment, he was covered in blood. The black robe, which symbolized his mystery and power, was riddled with holes and hung like rags on his body. It fluttered messily with his movements, adding to his embarrassment and desolation.
His hair was flying like messy weeds, but there was a strange and twisted smile on his face. There was madness, unwillingness and paranoia in that smile, as if he still believed that he was the master of this battle. However, underneath this smile was the fear and resistance to failure deep in his heart.
"Boy, do you think you can defeat me like this? You're so naive!"
His voice was hoarse and cold, as if coming from a bottomless cold abyss that had been frozen for thousands of years, and was mixed with the smell of a lot of blood. Every word was wrapped in endless resentment and unwillingness, echoing over the oppressive and suffocating battlefield. The voice was also mixed with violent trembling caused by spiritual disorder, as if it was the death roar of a demon.
Before he finished speaking, King Zizai turned into a bolt of black lightning and rushed straight towards Ren Xiaoyao at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. A ball of energy as black as ink and bottomless was condensed in his hand. This ball of energy seemed to be Primordial Chaos at the time of Beginning of the Universe, constantly rolling and surging crazily, exuding an aura that made people tremble and fear deep in their souls.
It greedily devoured the surrounding light. Wherever it went, the space was twisted out of shape like fragile tissue paper, making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was about to be completely torn apart, and the order of time and space was on the verge of collapse in the face of this force.
Under the pressure of this terrifying energy, the air formed small, extremely destructive tornadoes, sweeping away the surrounding sand, stones and dust. The sand and stones collided with each other in the tornadoes, making a dense "crackling" sound, like dense drum beats, and like countless Hidden Weapons colliding with each other.
The figure of King Zizai loomed under the envelope of this energy, just like Demonic God from the deepest part of hell. With the terrifying momentum of destroying everything and returning the world to Primordial Chaos, it hit Ren Xiaoyao hard on the chest. The impact caused ripples visible to the naked eye in the surrounding space.
Wherever the ripples go, the spiritual energy in the space rolls crazily like boiling water, making a sizzling sound, as if resisting this powerful force.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ren Xiaoyao's mouth. The smile contained extreme disdain and contempt for King Zizai, as if he was laughing at the other party's desperate struggle like a trapped animal.
He calmly dodged sideways, his movements light and agile, like a flying swallow flying freely in the storm, lightning and thunder, or like a nimble fish swimming freely in the turbulent and undercurrent of the water.
His figure left a faint golden afterimage on the spot. The afterimage stayed in the air for only a moment, and then dissipated like a dream bubble, leaving only a vague and fleeting spiritual power fluctuation, as if he had never stayed there. King Zizai's attack passed by and hit a huge boulder next to it heavily.
There was a loud "boom", as if the heaven and earth were shaking and collapsing. The huge rocks instantly turned into powder under this terrifying Energy Impact, raising a cloud of smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, making people unable to see their fingers.
The smoke and dust spread like a thick sea of gray clouds, covering everything around it. The pungent Stone Powder smell filled the air, making it extremely difficult to breathe, as if you were in a dusty Purgatory.
"I knew you wouldn't die so easily."
Ren Xiaoyao said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which echoed in the smoke and dust, firm and powerful. The voice seemed to have an invisible penetrating power, piercing straight into King Zizai's heart, like a sharp dagger.
The long sword in his hand reappeared, the blade was slender and elegant, the blade was extremely sharp, and it shone with a bone-chilling cold light in the dim environment.
The golden Sword Qi jumped and circled on the blade, making a "buzzing" sound, as if it was issuing a final and provocative challenge to King Zizai, eager to drink the enemy's blood.
The Sword Qi is like a living creature, constantly spitting out light, with ancient and mysterious runes faintly emerging from the light. As the runes flicker, it emits powerful and ancient power fluctuations, as if telling a forgotten glorious history.
When King Zizai saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but this surprise was instantly covered up by his ruthlessness and madness.
His hands danced rapidly, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Black spiritual power circled crazily around him, like countless venomous black snakes. They twisted and twisted around each other, making hissing sounds, as if they were telling evil, Curse spells for all things in the world.
These spiritual powers quickly condensed to form a series of black sharp blades. Each sharp blade shone with a strange and frightening light. The blade seemed to be flowing with endless Curse power from the abyss of hell.
The edge of the blade is extremely sharp and can cut the air easily, making a sharp whistling sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling. It is like countless sharp whistles ringing crazily in the ears, making people's hair stand on end and their spirits tense.
King Zizai muttered words, and following his spell, the black sharp blade shot toward Ren Xiaoyao like a gust of wind and rain, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound, like the cries of countless evil ghosts, which made people's souls tremble.
During the flight, these sharp blades continued to split into smaller black Sword Qis, like a swarm of hungry and crazy poisonous bees. Wherever they went, the air was cut with tiny cracks, and black light flashed in the cracks, as if they were the entrance to Dark Dimensions, exuding a chilling aura.
Ren Xiaoyao's body flashed, his speed was extremely fast, and he shuttled freely between the sharp blades.
His figure is like a ghost, and every time he moves, he leaves only a vague and hard-to-catch phantom, as if he is a ghost from another time and space.
His steps were light and flexible, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, skillfully avoiding every sharp blade attack.
Every time he dodged, the corner of his clothes passed by the sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound, as if being burned by fire, leaving burnt marks with Black Spiritual Energy marks on the corners of his clothes.
At the same time, he waved the long sword in his hand, and the shadow of the sword flickered, forming an airtight and indestructible golden light curtain.
When the black blade collided with the golden light curtain, a series of dazzling sparks exploded like fireworks. The sparks splashed and made a "crackling" sound. The air was filled with a pungent and nauseating smell. It was the unique smell produced after the violent collision of spiritual power. It was mixed with the rancid smell of ozone, burnt cloth and dark spiritual power, which made people sick to smell it.
These sparks did not extinguish immediately after the collision, but turned into tiny golden stars, slowly floating in the air, as if telling the fierceness and cruelty of this battle.
As the stars drifted, they interacted with the surrounding spiritual power, triggering bursts of small but powerful spiritual power storms that could not be underestimated. In the storm, the golden and black spiritual powers entangled and fought with each other, making purple sounds, as if two forces were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
The two sides went back and forth, and the battle entered a fierce stage.
King Zizai's attack became more and more fierce, and the black spiritual power was like a surging, never-ending tide, wave after wave, endless, trying to completely submerge and crush Ren Xiaoyao.
He was mumbling words, and his hands were constantly changing strange and extremely complex seals. Every change in the seals was accompanied by a surge of Black Spiritual Energy, and the surge of spiritual power even distorted the surrounding space.
His eyes flashed with a crazy, almost crazy light, and the expression on his face was ferocious and twisted, as if he was completely possessed by a demon. The veins on his forehead popped out like angry little snakes, showing that he was trying his best to output spiritual power and defeat Ren Xiaoyao at all costs.
Ren Xiaoyao relied on his agility and powerful spiritual power to deftly resist every attack while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
His eyes were focused and calm, like a battle-hardened general who could discern every flaw of the enemy on a chaotic, life-and-death battlefield.
Every time he swung his sword, it brought with it a powerful and overwhelming force that caused the surrounding space to vibrate. Ripples visible to the naked eye spread in the air, just like the ripples that appeared when a boulder was thrown into the calm lake surface. These ripples spread to the distance and interacted with the surrounding spiritual energy, triggering bursts of small spiritual storms.
In the storm, space was twisted and torn apart, forming short-lived and dangerous Space Cracks. Strange, colorful lights shone in the cracks, as if connecting different dimensions, and strange energy escaped from them from time to time, colliding with the spiritual power of the battlefield, making crackling sounds.
King Zizai knew that he would definitely lose if he continued like this. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness and paranoia.
He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. The sound was shrill and sharp, as if it was about to break through the oppressive and suffocating sky. It was also like the desperate roar of a wounded beast in desperate situation. The sound was full of unwillingness and madness.
As he roared, the Black Spiritual Energy around him surged crazily, like boiling, rolling Black Flames Black Lava, constantly rolling and roaring, emitting billowing thick smoke. The thick smoke was also mixed with a dark red, blood-like light, as if it was a flame from the deepest part of hell, with the breath of destroying everything.
"Boy, taste my Mountain Sea Continent's supreme Martial Dao--Mountain Sea Leveling!"
As he roared, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an irresistible force beyond imagination, and illusory mountain peaks appeared out of thin air.
These peaks tower into the clouds, and the tops of the mountains are shrouded in thick clouds and mist exuding a strange aura. They exude an ancient, mysterious and awe-inspiring aura, as if they are Deities ruins from ancient times, or a sealed evil place.
On the mountain top, there are jagged rocks with different shapes. Some are like giant beasts with teeth and claws, ready to pounce on their prey at any time, as if they will come alive and attack in the next second; some are like extremely sharp blades that can cut through time and space, shining with an icy cold light in the clouds and mist.
From time to time, black lightning flashes across the surface of the mountain peak, making a "crackling" sound. Wherever the lightning strikes, the rocks are instantly carbonized, leaving black marks, as if they were claw marks from a devil.
At the same time, turbulent waves roared in. The waves were dozens of feet high, and the tops of the waves shone with an icy, deadly cold light. Each wave contained enough power to destroy a solid city.
The waves roared and roared, making a deafening roar, as if they were about to submerge the entire world in endless darkness. The waves collided together, splashing huge water splashes with Black Spiritual Energy. The water splashes were mixed with black spiritual power fragments, like broken dark crystals, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.
Mountains and seas intertwined with each other and rolled towards Ren Xiaoyao. Wherever they went, the ground was instantly flattened, hard rocks were crushed into powder, and the air seemed to be compressed into a solid, making it difficult to breathe. It was as if you were at the bottom of the deep sea, bearing huge pressure that could crush everything.
The surrounding space is also constantly distorted and deformed by this force, forming huge, all-devouring space vortices. Objects and spiritual energy are constantly being swallowed in the vortex, making a sizzling sound, like the wail of the devoured person.
Ren Xiaoyao felt this powerful pressure, his face became solemn, and his eyes revealed a trace of unprecedented concentration.
He took a deep breath, and that breath swirled around his body, mobilizing every ounce of spiritual energy in his body. Every cell seemed to be activated and full of power.
The Golden Runes above the head reappeared, shining brightly, and the ancient patterns on the runes flickered and jumped, as if the ancient Deities were telling the justice and light between heaven and earth. These runes exuded warm and powerful power, in sharp contrast to the evil power of King Zizai.
There is also a golden halo surrounding the rune. The halo continues to rotate and spread, emitting soft light and illuminating a small space around Ren Xiaoyao.
When the halo rotates, it drives the surrounding spiritual power to form a golden Spiritual Energy Vortex. There is a faint sound of dragon roar in the vortex, as if the ancient Divine Beast is cheering for Ren Xiaoyao.
"Then let's see which one is stronger, your Mountain Sea Leveling, or my spiritual power!"
Ren Xiaoyao shouted loudly, the sound resounded throughout the world like a bell, making the surrounding air buzz with firm belief and determination to win.
His body squatted slightly, his leg muscles tightened, like a cheetah about to hunt, accumulating all the strength in his body, and every muscle contained explosive energy.
The long sword in his hand swung violently, and a golden Sword Qi rose into the sky.
Sword Qi is like a golden sun, its dazzling light illuminates the entire dark battlefield, dispelling the darkness and fear around it, as if it is a declaration of war between light and darkness.
Wherever Sword Qi passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving a long white crack. The crack shone with golden light, as if it were a gap in the universe. Small Space Fragments continued to fall around the crack, making a crisp sound, like the sound of stars breaking.
During the flight, Sword Qi continued to absorb the surrounding light spiritual power and became stronger and stronger. The air around it was also compressed into white air waves. Golden light spots flashed in the air waves. These light spots intertwined with each other to form mysterious symbols, as if telling a prophecy of victory.
Golden Sword Qi collided with the illusory mountains and seas, and instantly erupted with a dazzling light that could not be seen directly. The light was so strong that it was as if the sun was exploding in front of your eyes, and the whole world was enveloped by this light.
The powerful Energy Impact causes the surrounding space to continuously collapse, forming black, bottomless vortices. These vortices continue to swallow up everything around them, whether it is the gravel of the mountain or the water droplets of the waves.
The mountain peaks were shattered under the impact of Sword Qi, turning into countless gravels that fell like raindrops. Each piece of gravel hit the ground with terrifying power, splashing up a cloud of dust, and the dust was filled with the smell of broken rocks.
The waves were also chopped up by Sword Qi, turning into water droplets all over the sky. Under the reflection of the light, they were like bright pearls, scattering one after another. The water droplets and gravel collided with each other, making a crisp sound, intertwined into a chaotic and shocking movement, as if the world Symphony of Doomsday.
In this violent collision, colorful haloes were also produced. These haloes flickered and changed constantly, like a fantasy feast of light and shadow.
In the halo, spiritual powers of different colors blend and collide with each other, forming various strange patterns and shapes, such as distant Ancient Gods beasts, mysterious runes, etc. These patterns and shapes are constantly changing, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.
During this fierce confrontation, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly had an idea. He remembered the insights he gained from the previous battle with the mysterious Black Eye.
He perfectly integrated that Mysterious Power with his own spiritual power. In an instant, his strength surged, and a faint halo appeared around his body, as if enveloped by a layer of sacred radiance. This layer of radiance exuded warm and powerful power, in sharp contrast to the evil power of King Zizai.
The halo is constantly flashing, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if it is breathing, and every flash is accompanied by a powerful wave of power.
Ren Xiaoyao shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand burst out with unprecedented light. The golden Sword Qi was like a rainbow, cutting through the void and shooting towards King Zizai.
Wherever Sword Qi goes, the space seems to be torn apart, making a harsh sound, as if the space is groaning in pain, and the sound is full of resistance to this powerful force.
The edge of Sword Qi flashes with sharp light, like countless knives, capable of cutting anything that blocks it. These lights intertwine with each other to form a golden energy blade, carrying World-Ending Aura.
During the flight, Sword Qi continued to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, becoming more powerful, and the air around it was compressed into white air waves.
In the air waves, there are golden runes flashing. The runes beat with the fluctuations of the air waves, exuding powerful power. The light of the runes echoes with Sword Qi, forming a powerful energy field.
King Zizai looked at the Golden Sword Qi with a look of horror on his face. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he had seen his own doom.
He desperately mobilized the Demon God Power in his body to try to resist this fatal blow.
His hands quickly formed seals, and the afterimages flickered between his fingers. The speed was dizzying, and a huge Black Demonic Shield condensed in front of him again.
Demon Shield is engraved with strange lines. These lines seem to be ancient Curse, exuding the frightening Evil Aura, which is in sharp contrast with Golden Sword Qi.
Black mist is constantly rising from the surface of Demon Shield, as if it is Dark Power pouring out of hell. There is a faint wailing sound of pain in the mist, which makes people shudder, as if the imprisoned soul is struggling in pain.
Black Flames is still beating on the edge of Demon Shield. These flames are constantly twisting and deforming, trying to devour everything around them. When the flames burn, they emit a pungent burnt smell, as if they are burning the soul, making people sick to smell it.