Dissipating Form

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In the Extreme North, the Underworld Palace Patrollers appeared. The three kings had departed, yet the battle had only grown more perilous.

Thirteen Underworld Emissaries carried black coffins on their backs, gray auras winding around them. Their powerful yet eerie presence was like the descent of death gods, shaking the hearts of all who beheld them.

Iron chains swayed as streams of black light extended from the hands of the thirteen Underworld Emissaries, locking onto the phoenix in the sky.

Heaven and earth trembled, the aftershocks of battle still unceasing. Spilled blood became a mist that filled the air, while roaring sword intent saturated the void, carving deep ravines through space.

As the iron chains struck, the man in red forced his wounded body upright once more. His exhausted eyes swept over the crisscrossing chains around him as he gathered his last remnants of true essence. At once, a phoenix phantom appeared. Amid rumbling tremors, a massive chariot descended into the mortal world, its bronze body gleaming with cold light.

"Finally... I've waited for you."

On the Bronze Chariot, Ning Chen staggered and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. Forcing his grievously wounded body to remain standing, he spoke wearily.

"The Godslayer Chariot."

Seeing the enormous Bronze Chariot appear in the sky, the thirteen Underworld Emissaries' expressions darkened. This man actually possessed a war machine from the Western Immortal Realm of the ancient era.

The Godslayer Chariot appeared, its mountain-sized frame stretching across heaven and earth and bringing with it an indescribable pressure. The war machine that had once intimidated the Four Great Immortal Realms reappeared in the mortal world after hundreds of thousands of years.

Phoenix Blood entered the chariot, and