The Battle Ends, the Foreign Realm Invades

Su Li's aura grew ever more fierce, and brilliant light burst from his eyes, as if boundless power surged within them.

His long blade carved one astonishing arc after another through the void. Every slash carried destructive force, his attacks crashing down like a raging storm, impossible to withstand.

Suddenly, a blazing light shone from Su Li's chest, as if a dazzling star were burning within him.

He gave a cold snort, and the light instantly transformed into a destructive surge of energy. Like an unstoppable sharp sword, it hurtled straight toward the dharma body in a vicious slash.

The power of this strike was astonishing, as if it would tear the entire universe apart.

Wherever the blazing light passed, the void shuddered violently, as if unable to bear this formidable energy.

The dharma body displayed formidable defenses as it faced Su Li's attack. Yet no matter how it resisted, it could not withstand his destructive assault.

Beneath the blazing slash, the dharma body began to crumble, until at last it vanished into nothingness.

"Hmph! Just a mere dharma body. Die!" Su Li snorted coldly, as though destroying it had been nothing unexpected.

His eyes held a powerful confidence and arrogance, as if nothing in them could withstand his attacks.

When Su Li's words fell, the entire universe seemed to sink into a brief silence.

His voice was not loud, yet it brimmed with confidence and arrogance, as if no challenge in his eyes was worth fearing.

As his words faded, an even more powerful wave of energy began to ripple through the void.

This wave was stronger than any before it, as if it would tear the entire universe apart.

Beneath this tremendous surge of energy, a figure gradually took shape in the void.

This figure was more real than the dharma body that had come before, and carried an even more imposing air.

It seemed like a true Immortal Emperor, standing at the center of the universe and looking down upon all creation.

"You came in person, Su Li. You certainly have courage." The Future Quasi-Immortal Emperor's voice echoed through the void, full of mockery and provocation.

Su Li did not reply. He only stared coldly at the true body.

His eyes held unwavering resolve, as though no matter what challenge he faced, he would never retreat.

The Primal Ancient Realm, once a peaceful and mysterious land, now lay in utter ruin, like a painting of slaughter and devastation.

After the Imperial War, it was no longer what it had once been. All that remained was a desolate, shattered wasteland.

The aftershocks of battle had ravaged the entire Ancient Realm. The ground had split apart, enormous fissures crisscrossing in every direction, like the heavens and earth's most sorrowful wounds.

Black smoke and dust billowed from the cracks, turning the sky a dull gray and obscuring the distant landscape.

Corpses lay strewn across the land; countless living beings had perished in the Imperial War.

Their bodies were scattered everywhere. Some had been reduced to bloody ruin, while others remained frozen in their final moments, as if voicing their unwillingness and despair.

The air reeked of blood, making one's heart tremble.

Beyond the corpses, the Ancient Realm was littered with collapsed buildings and shattered structures.

Once-glorious edifices had become nothing but ruins, a sight that made one lament how fragile and fleeting life was.

Amid the devastation, some survivors still struggled to endure.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had lost all hope for the future.

Yet even in such dire straits, they did not give up. They kept searching for a glimmer of life with whatever strength they had.

At the edge of the Primal Ancient Realm, a dense darkness shrouded the horizon like an impassable barrier. That was the Foreign Realm army's encampment. They came from a plane utterly different from this universe, their auras wicked and powerful.

Among the Foreign Realm army, the most conspicuous were more than a dozen Immortal Kings.

Their colossal figures towered over the horizon like mountains, exerting an indescribable pressure. Terrifying auras radiated from them, as if they could devour all life.

The Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm had hideous, sinister faces, their eyes glinting with cunning and cruelty.

Their skin was a bizarre shade of purple, covered in dense inscriptions. The inscriptions seemed like an ancient language, proclaiming their might and supremacy.

Their powerful auras seemed capable of tearing open the void and shaking the entire universe. Each breath they took could stir up a storm, making all creation tremble.

The Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm wielded all manner of strange weapons. Some blazed with scorching light, as if they could burn everything to ash; others radiated a frigid aura, as if they could freeze time and space.

Step by step, they advanced toward the Ancient Realm's Imperial City, every stride seeming to make heaven and earth quake.

Their eyes were filled with longing and greed for the Ancient Realm's Imperial City, as if they already considered it theirs.

Their voices were deep and imposing, as if the entire universe lay within their grasp.

"Living beings of this great realm, your resistance is futile. Our Foreign Realm army will destroy everything you have and leave you trembling in despair!" one Immortal King of the Foreign Realm declared in a cold, cruel voice.

As the Immortal King's words faded, an invisible force seemed to drive the entire Foreign Realm army into motion, and their sweeping assault began.

Their attacks surged like torrents, violent and unstoppable, as if they would destroy the entire universe.

The Foreign Realm's foot soldiers attacked first. Though individually weak, they were vast in number, rushing forward like a surging tide.

Their attacks were simple, but relentless, as if they meant to wear down the Ancient Realm's Imperial City defensive formation. Under their assault, tiny cracks began to appear in the formation, but they were not enough to compromise its overall defense.

Next came the undying ones, the backbone of the Foreign Realm army.

They were powerful, and their methods of attack were more complex and varied.

Some undying ones wielded enormous battleaxes, cleaving out violent storms; others controlled strange energies and unleashed destructive attacks.

Their blows landed on the defensive formation, making its cracks more pronounced, but they still could not break through it.

Most terrifying of all was the Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm.

As commanders of the army, they possessed terrifying power. Their attacks were no longer mere releases of energy; they fused the power of the entire universe, as if to tear it apart.

Their attacks struck the defensive formation, instantly carving enormous cracks into it, as if it might collapse at any moment.

In this sweeping assault, the living beings of the Ancient Realm's Imperial City faced unprecedented pressure.

But they did not retreat. Instead, they stood even more resolutely at the very front of the defensive formation, guarding the universe's last line of defense with their lives and faith.

Their eyes were filled with resolve and conviction, as if they would never give up, no matter how powerful their enemy.