Exposure: Forty Years of Deadly War Between the Dragon Clan and the False Sky; Nibelungen's Crushing Defeat and Assimilation by the Abyss?

"Ho--"

An uncontrollable low roar came from his throat, and his eyes instantly turned red gold, full of violence and fighting spirit.

The face of Gu Yuena next to her was pale, but her silver eyes were also filled with uncontrollable anger and sadness. Silver Dragon King Bloodline felt the struggle and lamentation of the same kind.

"Nibelungen..." She whispered the name, as if she had transcended time and space, and saw the Dragon King who led the tribe to wave their claws towards the sky.

Bei Bei's body also tensed up. His Martial Soul is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, belonging to the Dragon Clan subspecies. At this moment, he also felt an indescribable depression and anger.

Niu Tian and Tai Tan and Beast God clenched their fists tightly, their eyes full of respect.

Faced with such a "Heavenly Principles" that defines all things, there are still living beings who dare to resist!

And it's Dragon Clan!

As expected of Myriad Worlds, they are a race known for their pride and strength!

"Forty years of war..." Hai Long sighed, "You can imagine how tragic that was."

A war that swept across the entire planet pitted mortal bodies against the "Creator".

Just imagining it is enough to make people's blood boil and make them feel sad.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

They want to see a miracle.

I hope that this group of unyielding Dragon Clan can tear a crack in the "False Sky".

However, the last words that appeared on Light Screen ruthlessly shattered everyone's illusions.

[... In the end, Dragon Clan was defeated miserably, Seven Great Dragon Kings suffered heavy casualties, and Nibelungen was detached from his will and put it into Abyss.]

Miserable failure.

There were heavy casualties.

These eight words, like eight mountains, weigh on the hearts of everyone related to the Dragon Clan.

Tang Wulin could no longer hold it up, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee, clutching his chest with his right hand. The severe pain distorted his handsome face. It was not his own pain, but the remaining will of Golden Dragon King, roaring silently for the tragic ending of his kind!

"Wulin!" Gu Yuena quickly supported him, and a silver teardrop fell from the corner of her eyes.

"No..."

"How could..."

Xiao Xiao, He Caitou, Xu Sanshi and others screamed in shock. They could feel the tremendous pain Tang Wulin was suffering at this moment.

Ning Rongrong and Ning Tian, father and daughter, also looked pale. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was on good terms with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and they had a natural affinity for the Dragon Clan.

But the scariest thing is the last sentence.

"Being... taken away from the will... and put into Abyss?"

Huo Yuhao's lips are trembling.

As an expert in playing with Divine Power, he knows better than anyone what "detaching the will" means.

That's not death.

That is a punishment ten thousand times more terrifying than death!

The reason why a living being is "he" is because he has his own thoughts, his own emotions, his own Remembrance, and his own "will".

With the will removed, all that's left is just a breathing body, a soulless walking zombie!

And this body was thrown into the so-called "Abyss"! It will sink forever and there will be no escape!

This is the ultimate insult to a resister, the most proud warrior!

"Beast!!!"

Zhou Weiqing's eyes were red and he was yelling curses.

On Ji Dong's hands, the black and white ultimate magic fire jumped crazily, and the surrounding temperature was sometimes extremely hot and sometimes extremely cold.

"Killing, I can see. Death, I can control. But so... so trampling on the dignity of a life..." A'Dai's voice was hoarse and cold. Even his former King of Underworld could not agree with this approach.

This is no longer a trial, but a pure and vicious venting of anger!

The entire space was filled with an aura of sadness, anger and depression.

For a world they have never met, for a Dragon King they have never heard of, they feel the same.

Because they are all unyielding warriors, they have shaken their fists at fate and shown their swords to power!

At this moment, Dragon God, who had been silent as if he had turned into a statue, moved.

His body, which was huge enough to cover the stars, was trembling slightly.

An indescribable anger that originated from the beginning of the universe, the oldest and purest anger, began to awaken from his body.

That is not the fluctuation of Divine Power, nor the release of energy.

It is the anger of "being" itself.

"Roar--!!!!!"

There was a roar that was unlike anything any living thing could make, and it suddenly exploded!

In this roar, there is no magical power, no Laws, only endless sorrow, endless rage, and the deepest wail for what happened to the same kind!

The space was shattered inch by inch under this roar!

Like a smashed mirror, countless dark cracks centered on Dragon God spread crazily in all directions!

All Deity present, including Tang San, felt their souls trembling in the face of this pure anger, as if a boat could be overturned at any time.

Everyone looked in horror at the majestic figure releasing the wrath of world destruction, and at the constantly collapsing space.

They have never seen it.

I have never seen this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons so glum, so... sad.

Above Light Screen, the light was flying, and the previous scene slowly faded away.

The entire space was filled with deathly silence.

The strong men of Douluo World, whether they are God King or mortal Emperor, are still immersed in the huge impact of Phanes's creation of a new world and Dragon Clan's defeat.

It was a magnificent and tragic epic.

However, the inventory does not end there.

Four cold black characters appeared, instantly tightening everyone's hearts again.

Immediately afterwards, the screen went black, as if the soul of the viewer was dragged into the endless Abyss.

A new line of subtitles appeared slowly, like the marks of weeping blood.

"A hug?"

God Realm Central, God of Goodness Lieyan's brows furrowed tightly.

She couldn't understand.

That is Abyss, the ultimate evil that swallows up all light and Order. Any living being, even Deity, should avoid it.

"When hope is completely cut off, hatred will become the only food."

God of Destruction's voice was low, and there was a trace of complicated and difficult-to-understand emotions in his purple eyes.

He knows better than anyone what crazy choices he will make when the desire for destruction overwhelms everything.

In the picture, in the endless darkness, a huge, broken dragon-shaped silhouette is falling.

It's not an entity, it's more like a huge collection of consciousness.

It is Nibelungen, Teyvat used to be Planetary Will.

Hatred.

Boundless hatred.

Hatred for Phanes, hatred for betrayal, hatred for failure.

This hatred turned into a real flame, burning every inch of its consciousness.

The power of Abyss, like a shark that smells blood, rushes in crazily, eroding and assimilating it.

However, Nibelungen did not resist.

It even opened its "embrace" and allowed those filthy, chaotic, and destructive forces to pour into its core.

"No..."