Battle Ends, Foreign Realm Invades

Su Li's aura grew increasingly sharp, brilliance erupting from his eyes as if endless power surged within them.

His long blade carved astonishing trajectories through the void; every strike carried destructive force, his onslaught as fierce as a tempest, leaving no room for defense.

A blazing radiance suddenly erupted from Su Li's chest, burning like a brilliant star.

He let out a cold snort, and that radiance instantly transformed into a destructive energy, like an indestructible sword, slashing violently toward the Dharma Body.

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

Wherever that blazing light passed, the void trembled violently, as if unable to withstand such potent energy.

The Dharma Body displayed formidable defenses when facing Su Li's attack, yet no matter how it resisted, it could not withstand his destructive assault.

Under the slash of light, the Dharma Body began to crumble, eventually dissolving into nothingness.

"Hmph! A mere Dharma Body, perish!" Su Li snorted coldly, seemingly unsurprised by the destruction of the entity.

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

As Su Li's voice fell, the entire universe seemed to fall into a brief silence.

Though his voice was not loud, it was filled with such confidence and arrogance that no challenge appeared daunting in his eyes.

Following his words, an even more powerful energy fluctuation began to ripple through the void.

This energy wave was stronger than any before, as if it intended to rend the very fabric of the universe.

Under this powerful surge of energy, a figure gradually condensed from the void.

This figure was more real than the previous Dharma Body, possessing far greater majesty.

It stood like a true Immortal Emperor at the center of the universe, looking down upon all existence.

"Arriving in your true form, Su Li, you truly have courage." The voice of the Future Quasi-Immortal Emperor echoed through the void, filled with mockery and provocation.

Su Li did not answer, merely staring coldly at the true form.

His eyes revealed a steadfast determination, as if he would not retreat regardless of the challenge.

The Primal Ancient Realm, once a tranquil and mysterious land, had now become a scene of utter devastation, like a tragic painting.

After the Imperial War, it no longer resembled its former self, but was instead a landscape of desolation and ruin.

The entire ancient realm had been caught in the aftermath of the battle; the ground was torn apart, with massive fissures crisscrossing the land like the most sorrowful scars of heaven and earth.

Black smoke and dust rose from the cracks, staining the sky a gloomy gray and obscuring the view of the distance.

Corpses lay everywhere; countless living beings had perished in this Imperial War.

Their bodies were scattered about, some mangled beyond recognition, others frozen in their final moments, as if recounting their unwillingness and helplessness.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of blood, enough to make one's heart tremble.

Beyond the corpses, the ancient realm was littered with collapsed buildings and shattered facilities.

These structures, once glorious, were now nothing but ruins, a testament to the fragility and impermanence of life.

Amidst this wreckage, a few surviving beings struggled to hold on.

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

Yet, even in such a desperate situation, they did not give up, instead using their remaining strength to seek a glimmer of survival.

At the edge of the Primal Ancient Realm, the horizon was shrouded in a thick darkness, like an insurmountable barrier—the encampment of the Foreign Realm army. They hailed from a plane entirely different from this universe, their aura evil and powerful.

Among these Foreign Realm forces, the most conspicuous were the dozen or so Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm.

Their figures were towering, standing like high mountains against the horizon, exerting an indescribable pressure; they radiated a terrifying aura that seemed capable of devouring all life.

The faces of these Foreign Realm Immortal Kings were hideous and terrifying, their eyes flashing with cunning and cruelty.

Their skin was a strange shade of purple, etched with dense, intricate runes that seemed to be an ancient language, speaking of their power and arrogance.

They exuded a potent aura that seemed capable of tearing the void and shaking the entire universe; every breath they took seemed to trigger a storm, causing the cosmos to tremble.

These Foreign Realm Immortal Kings wielded various bizarre weapons; some emitted scorching light capable of incinerating everything, while others radiated a cold aura that could freeze time and space.

They advanced step by step toward the Imperial City of the ancient realm, each stride seemingly causing the heavens and earth to quake.

Their gazes revealed a hunger and greed for the Imperial City, as if they already considered it their prize.

Their voices were low and majestic, as if the entire universe were under their control.

"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 Foreign Realm Immortal King said in a cold, cruel voice.

As the Immortal King's words fell, the entire Foreign Realm army seemed driven by an invisible force, beginning their magnificent and terrifying assault.

Their attack was like a violent torrent, surging and overwhelming, as if to destroy the entire universe.

The first to launch the offensive were the minor soldiers of the Foreign Realm; though their individual strength was lacking, their numbers were vast, surging forward like a tide.

Their attacks were simple but continuous, as if intending to wear down the defensive array of the Imperial City. Under their assault, the defensive array began to show fine cracks, though these were not enough to affect the overall integrity of the formation.

Next came the assault of the Immortals, the backbone of the Foreign Realm army.

Their strength was formidable, and their methods of attack were far more complex and diverse.

Some Immortals wielded massive battle-axes, cleaving through the air to unleash violent storms, while others manipulated eerie energies to release devastating attacks.

Their strikes landed upon the defensive formation, making the cracks more apparent, yet they still failed to breach it.

The most terrifying of all were the assaults from the Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm.

As the commanders of the great army, their strength had reached a horrifying level; their attacks were no longer mere releases of energy, but a fusion of the power of the entire universe, as if they intended to tear the cosmos itself asunder.

Their strikes landed upon the defensive formation, instantly causing massive fissures to appear, as if it might be shattered at any moment.

Amidst this magnificent and turbulent onslaught, the living beings of the Imperial City in the Ancient Realm faced unprecedented pressure.

Yet they did not retreat; instead, they stood even more firmly at the very forefront of the defensive formation, guarding the final line of defense for this universe with their lives and their faith.

Their eyes were filled with resolve and conviction, as if they would not easily surrender, even when faced with the most formidable of enemies.