Alchemy and Equivalent Exchange (Continued)

They continued their charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

A fire dragon was hit by three cannon shots simultaneously, half of its body was blown apart, but it still dragged its broken body and used its last strength to crash into the outer wall of the warship.

The warship shuddered, and a small crack appeared on its outer wall.

The fire dragon fell down and never rose again.

More Dragon Clan saw the crack.

"There! Attack there!"

Countless dragon breaths poured towards the crack simultaneously. Frost tried to freeze it, Lie Yan tried to melt it, wind blades tried to tear it apart, and the Mountain Dragon's immense power repeatedly struck its surroundings.

The crack is widening.

The warships' cannon fire began to thin out—not because they didn't want to fire, but because too many cannons had overheated and melted, and too many gods had fallen from their wits.

finally--

Click.

The crack widened.

Rumble--!!!

That once impregnable war fortress finally began to crumble as the crack spread.

Fragments scattered everywhere, and countless gods fell along with them. Some tried to grasp something, some were still desperately channeling their divine power into the now-defunct magic array, and some simply stared blankly at the sky above them that they had once protected.

The Dragon Clan finally charged in.

The interior of the warship became a new battlefield.

In the narrow passage, Dragon Clan and gods clashed in close combat. There was no artillery fire, no ranged attacks, only the most primal biting and slashing. Dragon Clan ' claws tore through the gods' bodies, and gods' artifacts pierced the Dragon Clan ' vital points. Blood flowed across every inch of the ground, and severed limbs piled up in every corner.

Meanwhile, the decisive battle between the strongest beings in the void entered its most frenzied phase.

The God of Destruction had lost count of how many times he had been struck.

His divine robes were long since tattered, and his body was covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, his dark golden divine blood almost turning him into a blood-soaked figure. But his eyes still shone with a terrifying light; within those dark purple pupils burned a final, and most frenzied, fervor—

The will to fight.

The Dragon God was also injured, but his condition was much better than that of the God of Destruction. He had taken back the Golden Dragon King and possessed a powerful physical body. The Dragon God was still the original owner of the God of Destruction, so he naturally had the upper hand in the battle against the God of Destruction.

Even so, many of the God of Destruction's scales were shattered, and a gash was torn in his left wing. Dragon blood gushed from the wound, condensing into a string of golden blood beads in the void.

"You are stronger than I imagined," the Dragon God said, his voice like thunder rolling across the void.

The God of Destruction did not back down.

"You are weaker than I thought."

The Dragon God wasn't angry; he just stared at him coldly.

You're going to die.

The God of Destruction looked down at his own body.

Indeed, he was dying. His divine essence was riddled with cracks, his life force was rapidly draining away, and each breath was more difficult than the last.

But he was still smiling.

"So what?"

He suddenly raised his head, his dark red eyes burning with a final glimmer of light.

"I've been preparing for this day for millennia."

Even if it means death--

He lunged at the Dragon God, his Destruction Divine Power burning to its limit at that moment!

"I want to include you too!"

Boom--!!!

The final impact.

The entire battlefield trembled from the impact.

The light faded.

Two figures floated silently in the void.

The God of Destruction had his eyes closed, a huge bloody hole torn open in his chest, and the divine spark of the Law of Destruction was already in the hands of the Dragon God.

He died.

But a faint smile seemed to linger at the corners of his mouth.

The Dragon God is still alive.

He won.

But as he looked at the corpse of the God of Destruction, there was no joy of victory in those golden dragon eyes.

There was only one complex, indescribable emotion.

On the battlefield, the fighting continues.

Dragon corpses littered the void, some intact, some broken, and some reduced to half-shells. The corpses of gods also floated among the dragon corpses, their golden divine blood mingling with the blood of the Dragon Clan, making them indistinguishable.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm peeked out from some corner, looking at the tragic scene before it, its beady black eyes filled with terror and bewilderment.

It had lived for so long and had never seen such a scene before.

At this moment, it had never felt so fortunate to be just a large white worm with no fighting ability, and not have to go to the front line of the battlefield.

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Deep within the Life Temple, the forgotten cell remains silent.

A faint emerald light seeped in from the cracks in the dome, falling on the figure huddled in the corner. Ever since the expansion of the Divine Realm was completed and her beliefs collapsed, the Life Goddess had never left the Life Temple.

She didn't know how long she had been in that cell.

One day? One year? Or another ten thousand years?

until--

In that instant.

The Life Goddess suddenly raised his head.

Those emerald green eyes widened, their pupils contracting violently, as if something had gripped her heart tightly. Her breath caught in her throat, and she froze on the spot, like a statue Ice Seal.

Then, tears streamed down my face.

Without any warning, without any reason, without even a moment's thought—tears welled up uncontrollably and slid down her pale cheeks, one drop, two drops, three drops...

More and more.

It's getting more and more urgent.

Finally, two uncontrollable tears streamed down her face and fell to the ground, leaving wet marks on the dusty stone slabs.

She didn't know why she was crying.

She didn't even know she had tears to shed.

But I just couldn't stop the tears.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it poured out without restraint.

She slowly raised her hand, trembling, and pressed it against her chest.

It hurts there.

It wasn't physical pain, but something deeper, more primal, and more indescribable—a feeling of being torn apart.

It was as if something had been forcibly ripped out from the depths of her soul.

She closed her eyes.

What appeared before my eyes was a face.

She had seen that face countless times over the years, from ancient times to the present, from love to separation, from standing side by side to becoming strangers.

That face was always somber, always cold, always carrying an imposing aura that made people feel unapproachable.

But she knew that face could smile too.

He just rarely smiled.

It's just that laughing is difficult.

He only ever smiled at her.

"Destroy..."

Her lips moved, emitting hoarse, almost inaudible sounds.

"Destroy..."

She knew that the owner of that name, at this moment—

They're gone.

She suddenly opened her eyes, staggered to her feet, and rushed outside...

Then...

Then they saw the sky outside the barrier filled with artillery fire, shockwaves, and corpses...

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In another void beyond that brutal battlefield, three figures floated silently.

The distance was far enough that the sounds of battle couldn't reach them, and the overwhelming artillery fire and dragon breath were like silent fireworks, blooming silently against the backdrop of darkness.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes calmly gazing at the calamity in the distance.

He stared at it for a long time.

From the Dragon Clan' initial charge to the shattering of the barrier; from the warships opening fire to the bloodlust of both sides; from the decisive battle between the God of Destruction and the Dragon God to the ultimate fall of that God-King.