The enormous Kirin Flame Sword Qi, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, resembled Demonic God breaking free from an ancient Purgatory. It was surrounded by billowing black smoke, within which strange purple arcs of electricity flickered, like nimble venomous snakes that constantly slithered and writhed. Wherever it went, the space creaked under the strain, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.
The Sword Qi surged toward the Human Emperor Clone with an unstoppable and overwhelming momentum. The flames at its front resembled ferocious fire beasts, roaring and baring their fangs. The air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell, the scent of space being scorched by high temperatures.
At this critical moment of life and death, the golden light around the Human Emperor Clone's avatar, which had been dimming and flickering like a candle in the wind, suddenly began to circulate wildly at an illogical and astonishing speed.
Its eyes were tightly closed, and Dao God rune appeared between its brows. The rune shimmered with a faint light, and within the light, countless tiny stars seemed to be twinkling and flowing. These stars seemed to be trapped in a miniature universe, moving along some ancient and mysterious trajectory.
The rune was surrounded by faint halos of light, the colors of which constantly changed. Sometimes it was as deep as the night sky, containing endless mysteries; sometimes it was as hot as magma, rolling with destructive power; and sometimes it presented an indescribable iridescent color, as if connecting different dimensions.
At the same time, the runes seemed to resonate with the surrounding space in a strange and dangerous way, causing the space to warp more and more violently. In some areas, visible Space Vortex even formed. The inside of the vortexes was pitch black, constantly devouring the surrounding light and energy, and emitting a low "whooshing" sound, like the roar of a hungry beast.
Immediately afterwards, a series of deep, obscure, Ancient Incantations, seemingly from the Beginning of Chaos, emanated from the mouth of the Human Emperor Clone. Each syllable of the incantation was like a heavy hammer, striking the already riddled world, causing the space itself to resonate and tremble.
The surrounding air churned violently like boiling water, making a hissing sound. Visible ripples spread outwards from the Human Emperor Clone, tearing the space in all directions like a piece of fabric.
These cracks emanate wisps of strange energy, like ethereal mist, carrying an aura of decay and mystery that is nauseating to behold.
As the incantation continued to be chanted, the cracks widened, and new cracks kept emerging around it, making the entire space seem like a tattered net riddled with holes, ready to collapse completely at any moment.
As the incantation was chanted, the space surrounding the battlefield seemed to be arbitrarily pulled and manipulated by an invisible giant hand from the endless void, possessing the power to destroy the world, becoming increasingly distorted and presenting a bizarre and terrifying form.
The Space Cracks, already riddled with holes from the battle, now resembled a ferocious beast awakened, continuously emanating wisps of mysterious and unpredictable light.
These lights, though colorful, exuded a chilling aura. Like nimble yet deadly threads, they meandered through the void, relentlessly converging on the location of the Human Emperor Clone.
The Human Emperor Clone suddenly opened his eyes. His once deep eyes were now filled with madness and determination. Two strange flames burned deep within his eyes. The flames were a ghostly blue and emitted a chilling coldness as they flickered, as if they could freeze a person's soul.
It absorbed all those mysterious lights into its body without any hesitation.
With the frenzied infusion of mysterious power, the Human Emperor Clone began to expand rapidly at a visible speed. Its originally solid and heavy golden armor could no longer bear the weight and emitted a series of ear-piercing "crackling" sounds, as if it was enduring immense pressure beyond its limits and could shatter and collapse at any moment.
Every scale on the armor began to tremble slightly, and dazzling light spilled out from the gaps. The Ancient Runes on the armor, which had previously dimmed, now burst forth with a dazzling light once more, far brighter than before, so bright that it hurt the eyes. The light of the runes seemed to contain ancient characters, telling the secrets of the beginning of the universe.
As these words flickered, they seemed to resonate with the distorted space around them, intensifying the distortion and even causing localized spatial collapses that formed small Black Hole. These Black Hole intertwined, emitting low, guttural roars as if devouring everything around them.
The spacetime around Black Hole is in complete chaos, causing light to refract and bend strangely, creating distorted and bizarre images that seem to forcibly piece together Scenes from Different Times and Spaces.
At the same time, the oppressive aura emanating from the Human Emperor Clone's clone increased exponentially, and the air on the entire battlefield seemed to be instantly compressed into a small space, becoming almost solidified.
Ren Xiaoyao, standing in that situation, felt that every breath he took became extremely difficult, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his chest, almost suffocating him. His throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain. His lungs felt like they were about to burst from the heavy pressure.
Under this powerful pressure, his skin began to develop fine cracks, from which blood seeped out. As soon as the blood appeared, it was instantly evaporated by the strange energy around him, leaving only streaks of blood.
His hair flew wildly in the powerful aura, each strand seemingly under tremendous tension, emitting a crackling sound of static electricity.
His feet sank deep into the ground, and the surrounding soil cracked under the immense pressure. Countless tiny cracks spread outwards from his feet, as if the earth itself was enduring the torment of this terrifying oppression.
"Hmph, Ren Xiaoyao, today is your death day!" The Human Emperor Clone squeezed out a low and hoarse roar from between its teeth, its voice filled with endless resentment and arrogant confidence, as if it had become the master of this world, Ren Xiaoyao was nothing more than an ant waiting to be slaughtered in its eyes.
The Golden Spear in its hand shone brightly, and a dazzling golden energy ball rapidly condensed at its tip. The power contained within this energy ball was violent and terrifying, as if a mere touch could instantly reduce the entire world to dust, reducing all things to Primordial Chaos Void.
The energy ball spun continuously, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The surrounding space was distorted beyond recognition, and black cracks spread out around it like a spider web.
These cracks continued to widen, cutting the surrounding space into countless irregular fragments. The fragments collided with each other, emitting a piercing sound, as if space itself was groaning in pain.
Golden arcs of electricity surrounded the energy sphere, constantly leaping and causing a series of small explosions upon touching the surrounding space, leaving it riddled with holes.
In the blink of an eye, the Human Emperor Clone flashed, its speed like a golden meteor trailing a long flame, rushing back towards Ren Xiaoyao at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of light.
Wherever it passed, the surrounding space shattered instantly, like fragile glass, creating distorted ripples and leaving behind ghostly, twisted afterimages, as if telling of the terror and unstoppable power of this force.
The Energy Turbulence generated when space was torn apart raged everywhere, instantly turning the surrounding land into dust and raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun. Under the impact of the Energy Turbulence, the dust instantly ignited, turning into burning clouds of fire that made the entire battlefield look like Purgatory.
Mixed within the fiery clouds were some strange substances, shimmering with multicolored light yet emitting a nauseating odor, as if they were forbidden things leaking from some evil dimension.
These strange substances twisted and deformed continuously, sometimes turning into hideous ghost faces, and sometimes transforming into twisted limbs, as if they had a life of their own, dancing wildly in the fire clouds, adding a touch of eeriness to the atmosphere.
Upon seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao felt a sudden chill run down his spine, as if a cold glare was looming over his back.
But in his steely, resolute eyes, there was no sign of retreat; instead, a fiercer fighting spirit burned within him.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaotic spiritual energy within his body caused by the fierce battle, and to unleash the full potential of the Myriad Beast Power within him.
In an instant, every muscle in his body tensed up, like a volcano about to erupt, poised to unleash a shockingly powerful force.
His muscles bulged, and veins stood out beneath his skin like winding dragons. Each muscle contained Infinite Power, as if it could crush the stars.
A faint golden halo appeared on his skin, a manifestation of the high degree of fusion between the Myriad Beast Power and his own spiritual power. As the halo flickered, various beast shadows appeared and disappeared, seemingly cheering him on.
These beastly figures come in various forms: there are majestic lions with manes that dance in the wind, each hair shimmering with golden light; there are agile and nimble Spirit Ape that leap and weave through the halo of light, wielding illusory wooden clubs and roaring; and there are massive mammoths that stride with heavy steps, as if they could crush any obstacle.
The longsword in his hand seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, its light suddenly increasing several times over. The Qilin Phantom on the sword seemed to be alive, dancing wildly on the blade. Flames raged all around, so fierce that they seemed to engulf the entire world in this endless sea of fire, burning everything in the world to ashes.
The Qilin Phantom roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding space. The flames burning on its body displayed five colors, each containing a unique power. These powers intertwined, making the flames even more powerful.
Red flames represent destruction, turning everything in their path to scorched earth; blue flames carry a chilling cold, capable of freezing all life; green flames contain a strange corrosive power, capable of instantly turning hard substances into dust; yellow flames possess a powerful impact, like a surging tide, capable of sweeping away all obstacles; purple flames are mysterious and unpredictable, seemingly able to disturb the soul of the enemy.
With each movement of the Qilin Phantom, it stirred up the surrounding air to form a huge Flame Vortex, within which various strange runes flickered with a faint light, constantly amplifying the power of the flames.
Faced with the Human Emperor Clone's frenzied and deadly counterattack, Ren Xiaoyao showed no fear. He roared to the sky, his voice like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, resounding throughout the heavens and earth. Then, he charged towards the Human Emperor Clone like an arrow released from a bow, like a fearless warrior facing the threat of death without flinching.
His figure appeared exceptionally tall under the glow of the burning fire clouds, like an ancient war god charging towards the enemy with unstoppable momentum.
Behind him, there seemed to be a phantom tail made up of countless beast shadows. These beast shadows roared and followed him as they charged toward the Human Emperor Clone, adding to his mysterious and powerful aura.
The roars of the beast shadows intertwined, forming a powerful sound wave. Wherever the sound wave reached, the space trembled, and some smaller Space Cracks were even forcibly closed by this sound wave.
With a deafening roar that shook heaven and earth, the two figures collided violently in mid-air once again.
The Energy Storm generated by this collision was several times more terrifying than any previous one.
The impact, powerful enough to destroy everything, like the Big Bang, completely tore apart the surrounding space, forming a colossal Black Hole.
Within the Black Hole, an endless suction force emanates, a force that seems capable of devouring everything in the world, dragging everything into this endless Dark Abyss.
The space around Black Hole exhibits a bizarrely distorted state, where light undergoes strange refractions, causing the surrounding scenery to become warped and deformed, like a painting that has been maliciously altered.
At the edge of the Black Hole, there are rings of colorful halos that flicker constantly, releasing powerful energy fluctuations that counteract the Black Hole's gravity, forming a strange and dangerous balance.
The Energy Storm spread wildly outwards from the two people, instantly breaking down all matter into its most basic particles, which were then either swept into Black Hole or torn to shreds by the Energy Storm.
The surrounding mountains collapsed like fragile building blocks under the impact of this force. The huge mountains were cut in half, and rocks flew everywhere like raindrops. The dust raised blocked out the sky, as if it wanted to bury the whole world.
The dust, mixed with fragments of various minerals and energy, shimmered with iridescent light under the refraction of sunlight, yet exuded an aura of despair.
In this fierce and brutal battle, Ren Xiaoyao, with his keen insight and rich combat experience, gradually discovered the fatal flaw of the Human Emperor Clone after it absorbed mysterious power.
Although the Human Emperor Clone's power was greatly enhanced by this mysterious force, making it seem invincible, this mysterious force was inherently unstable. Like a bomb that could explode at any moment, it rampaged and wreaked havoc within the Human Emperor Clone's body.
This caused a slight but fatal slowdown in the actions of the Human Emperor Clone, and the originally smooth and swift attack rhythm became somewhat chaotic.
Ren Xiaoyao seized this hard-won opportunity and unleashed a set of exquisite and breathtaking Swordsmanship.
His longsword drew dazzling yet deadly arcs through the air, each arc embodying his profound understanding of combat and immense power. Every move flowed seamlessly, yet with astonishing force, Human Emperor Clone overwhelmed and constantly Dao Wound by the sword. Golden blood seeped from the wounds, dripping onto the ground and instantly evaporating, leaving only charred marks.
Each Dao Wound resembled a ferocious mouth, telling of the Human Emperor Clone's pain and defeat. The golden blood contained powerful energy, which, upon evaporation, triggered a series of small explosions, blasting large craters into the surrounding ground.
Strange energy continues to emerge from these large craters, interacting with the surrounding environment and making the ground even more riddled with holes, as if it had been scratched by countless demonic claws.
The land surrounding the crater was in a distorted state. The minerals in the soil were twisted and deformed by the high temperature and powerful energy, forming various strange shapes. Some looked like distorted human faces, while others resembled struggling limbs, as if telling the story of the suffering this land had endured.
As the battle intensified, the golden light emanating from the Human Emperor Clone gradually dimmed, like an oil lamp about to go out, its light growing weaker and weaker.
Its movements became increasingly sluggish, and each swing of its spear for defense appeared extremely laborious, as if its body were bound by heavy shackles.
The madness and determination that Central Plains its eyes were gradually replaced by fear, and its body began to tremble slightly, as if it were afraid of impending defeat.
More and more cracks appeared on its armor, and the light seeping from those cracks became increasingly faint, as if the power of life was gradually slipping away.
Its limbs began to feel heavy, each movement felt like dragging a thousand-pound burden, its steps were unsteady, and it seemed as if it might collapse at any moment.
Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity, leaping high into the air and gathering all his strength, including the Myriad Beast Power, his own spiritual power, and his unwavering belief in victory, into the longsword in his hand. He unleashed his ultimate Killing Moves, painstakingly honed and possessing unparalleled power—" The Myriad Beasts Unite Slash."
In an instant, countless lifelike beast shadows condensed on his longsword. These beast shadows were of various shapes, including majestic dragons, ferocious White Tiger, and incredibly strong bulls. They let out deafening roars, as if cheering for Ren Xiaoyao.
The dragon opened its blood-red maw, spewing forth raging flames. Wherever the flames touched, space itself was scorched and distorted. Interspersed within the flames were mysterious runes, which shimmered with a faint light, enhancing the power of the fire. The White Tiger brandished its sharp claws, each swing Sky-Rending Strike with a piercing sound. Its claws gleamed with a cold light, as if capable of severing all obstacles in the world. The savage bull lowered its head, charging fiercely at the Human Emperor Clone with its hard horns. Wherever its horns passed, space seemed to be plowed, leaving deep furrows.
Immediately afterwards, these beastly shadows merged together, forming an unimaginably powerful force that slashed down on the Human Emperor Clone like Mount Tai Crushing Down down.
Wherever this Sword Qi passed, space was easily torn apart like fragile paper, leaving a long, bottomless Black Cracks. Eerie light flickered faintly within the crack, as if leading to another dimension filled with unknown fear and endless danger.
The space around the rift continued to collapse, forming small Black Hole. These Black Hole attracted each other and gradually merged to form a larger Black Hole, sucking everything around it in, including burning fire clouds, pervasive dust, and residual energy fluctuations from the battlefield.
Deep within the Black Hole, faint roars seemed to echo, as if the souls imprisoned within were struggling in agony.
The Sword Qi was surrounded by rings of golden energy halos, which continued to expand, further distorting the space wherever they went. The already riddled space became even more fragmented, as if the entire world was on the verge of destruction under the impact of this power.
The Human Emperor Clone sensed this deadly threat, and a flicker of fear flashed in its eyes, but it was too late to escape.
The powerful Sword Qi, containing the force to destroy the heavens and the earth, struck it directly with overwhelming force.
With a piercing scream, the Human Emperor Clone's clone was instantly cleaved in two. The upper and lower halves flew off in different directions, then transformed into countless golden rays of light, dissipating into the air like fireworks, leaving only Void.
The once majestic and fearsome Golden Spear, having lost its support, fell to the ground with a dull, despairing thud, as if announcing the final outcome of the battle.
Where the spear landed, the ground instantly caved in, forming a huge crater. The surrounding land was shattered by the powerful impact, turning into countless tiny particles that drifted away in the wind.
At the bottom of the pit, some golden powder remained, the residual power of the Human Emperor Clone. This powder shimmered faintly in the wind, as if telling the story of past glory and present desolation.
The land surrounding the crater was melted by the high temperature and powerful Energy Impact, forming a strange metallic substance with twisted patterns on its surface, as if recording the brutal process of this battle.
Ren Xiaoyao landed slowly, his body swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.
His body was covered with countless wounds, and blood stained his clothes, dripping down his arms and legs and pooling on the ground.
His face was also full of fatigue, but his eyes remained firm, revealing the joy of victory—the pride and satisfaction of having gone through a life-or-death ordeal and defeated a powerful enemy.
He successfully defeated the Human Emperor Clone, defending his dignity and the beliefs he held dear, bringing a glimmer of hope to this war-torn land.