Throne War, a Second Battlefield Hidden Beyond the Main Front: The Ultimate Slaughter Between Two Thrones, as an Ancient Dragon Legion Brings the Stardust Storm

The Dragon God Power in their bloodlines wailed and roared, and even... trembled. It was an instinctive reaction to a force of the same origin, yet of a higher rank. If the Dragon God stood at the pinnacle of the dragons in this world, then Nibelungen was the ultimate dragon of another universe's system, embodying "destruction" and "consumption"!

The Light Screen shifted, and the image changed to that pure white figure—the First Throne, Phanes.

[Phanes can command all the "Laws" established by him across Teyvat.]

[He fuses the power of the Four Authorities to form the Spear of Heavenly Principles, composed of pure "order." At the core of its power is this: "All that does not conform to order is an 'error' and must be 'corrected.'"]

"Corrected..."

In the God Realm Committee, the Sea Dragon God King felt a chill shoot from his spine to the crown of his head.

What domineering, unreasonable power!

In his eyes, anything that did not conform to the "order" he had established was an "error" that needed to be erased. It didn't matter whether it was life, emotion, or even matter itself.

"One wants to consume everything, the other wants to correct everything." Mad God Lei Xiang clenched his fists until they creaked. "Those two are complete opposites!"

"There's no right or wrong, only different sides. But their sides run counter to those of us from the 'Intermediate World.'" Chang Gongwei's face was full of bitterness.

To Phanes, these foreign God Kings were probably "errors" that needed to be "corrected," too.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Emperor Xue Ye slumped on his throne, sweat soaking through his imperial robes. Beside him, Ning Tian—the future sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—was just as pale.

"Your Majesty... we..." Ning Tian wanted to say something, but her throat was so dry she couldn't make a sound.

Duke Dai Hao stood nearby. Even this battle-hardened soldier felt a bone-deep sense of helplessness. Before such power, what difference did a million-strong army make from a swarm of ants?

In Shrek City, Ning Rongrong looked up at the sky as if she could see through the clouds to the nonexistent Light Screen. As a support-type Deity, she felt that helplessness more keenly than anyone. Her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could amplify power and turn the tide of battle, but how could she amplify an entire world? How could she oppose a Law?

At that moment, the images on the Light Screen reached their climax.

The Pure White God Kingdom and the Pitch Black Abyssal Realm crashed against each other amid the vastness of the universe!

[The Throne War is the ultimate collision of Laws.]

[At the point of collision, "existence" itself is completely erased. The battlefield takes the form of a Pure White God Kingdom of holy order on one side and a pitch-black, twisted Abyssal Demon Realm on the other, each corroding and devouring the other.]

[Its might is enough to effortlessly erase planets billions of miles across and shake stars.]

On the screen, a vast azure planet, far larger than Douluo Star, was merely brushed by the shockwaves of their clash. Like a drawing wiped away by an invisible eraser, it was "cleared" from the Material Level to the Conceptual Level—gone without a blast or a speck of dust, simply vanishing into thin air.

"Gulp."

He Caitou struggled to swallow. Beside him, Bei Bei was completely speechless.

"E-erase a planet?" Xiao Xiao's voice trembled with tears.

The Soul Spirits in Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness had stopped thinking altogether, stunned by this unimaginable might. Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had even curled himself into a ball, wishing he could stay asleep forever.

The Divine Realm.

Rong Nianbing, Zhou Weiqing, A'Dai... one God King after another saw a shock beyond anything they had ever experienced reflected in each other's eyes.

They could destroy planets, but that took tremendous energy to blast them into fragments.

What the Light Screen showed was "erasure"!

It was making a planet "not exist" through the Law of Causality!

Even God Kings couldn't understand or accomplish such a thing!

"What... what are we?" On Douluo Continent, an ordinary Soul Master looked up at the sky and murmured in despair.

That was right. What were they?

Dust... caught between two monsters capable of erasing planets?

All their struggles, cultivation, love, hate, and grudges seemed so laughable, so insignificant before such power.

An unprecedented despair spread through the hearts of everyone who knew the truth, like a plague.

The atmosphere in the God Realm Committee had grown oppressively heavy.

Before, they had still been discussing how to oppose Phanes and protect themselves.

But now, with the truth laid bare in all its bloody horror, they realized they might not even qualify to be chess pieces. They were nothing but fragile nests beneath two Great Beasts, liable to be crushed underfoot at any moment.

Tang San slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the boundless sea of stars in his gaze had been replaced by a raging tide.

He didn't look at the other God Kings. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the Light Screen, on the Pure White and Pitch Black forces endlessly devouring and correcting each other.

His voice was no longer steady. A trace of difficulty crept into it, unnoticed even by himself.

"This isn't a matter of choosing a side."

"In the eyes of either one of them, we... are all 'errors' that must be cleared away."

"Errors" that needed to be cleared away?

That phrase was colder and more despairing than "ants" or "dust." It meant that, by the other side's logic, their very existence was irrational—a piece of code that needed to be corrected. This was no longer hostility; it was a fundamental denial of their existence.

Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotion, felt his emotions slip out of control for the first time—a cold mixture of anger and helplessness. Zhou Weiqing clasped Tian'er's hand tightly. The once lawless Rogue God King now had nothing but solemnity on his face.

In the midst of this dead silence, the image on the Light Screen changed once more.

The camera slowly pulled back from the ultimate battlefield, where the Pure White God Kingdom and the Pitch Black Abyssal Realm devoured each other and erased everything, revealing another war zone, just as vast and immeasurable.

[Beyond the main battlefield of the Throne War, the Second Battlefield had long since been established.]

On the screen, a boundless legion stretched across the starry skies. They varied in form, yet every one of them radiated an ancient, noble, and powerful aura. Some had bodies that stretched like mountain ranges, their Dragon Scales shifting to whip up Stardust Storms. Others were as graceful as galaxies, each breath carrying the rhythm of creation and destruction.

Dragons! A legion composed of countless Great Beasts!

In the Divine Realm, the divided halves of the Dragon God's soul—the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King—both trembled violently. On Douluo Continent, the Golden Dragon Spear in Tang Wulin's hand let out an eager hum, and Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon King Bloodline surged in response.