Dark Ao Sheng, the Immortal King's Demise

The aura of Ao Sheng was so powerful it was suffocating, as if an invisible force were constantly expanding, shrouding everything in his vicinity under his darkness.

Dozens of Immortal Kings joined forces to attack, yet they could not shake him in the slightest, forced to watch helplessly as his dark power relentlessly eroded their positions.

"I fear Ao Sheng has stepped beyond the Immortal King realm; he already possesses the strength of the Emperor Realm."

Immortal King Sanqing spoke in a disheveled, wretched state.

The other Immortal Kings did not respond, for since Ao Sheng had fallen into darkness, he had truly taken that step, his strength now boundless and tyrannical.

The dark power of Ao Sheng was like a black torrent, continuously devouring everything around it.

Those once-brilliant stars vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only endless void and despair; it was as if the world had plunged into eternal darkness at this moment, with no light left to speak of.

The figure of Ao Sheng flickered in and out of the darkness, his laughter echoing through the void, chilling one to the bone.

His eyes revealed cruelty and evil, as if he intended to swallow the entire world whole.

The terror in the hearts of the Immortal Kings could not be described in words.

Dark Ao Sheng was simply too powerful.

The gaze of Ao Sheng revealed endless darkness and cruelty, like an abyss consuming all, making one shudder.

His pupils had become cold and ruthless, devoid of their former gentleness and kindness.

Now, only darkness and evil remained.

He sneered, a look of contempt and disdain in his smile, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

Those Immortal Kings who had once fought alongside him were, in his eyes now, nothing more than insignificant insects that could be discarded or crushed at any moment.

The dark power of Ao Sheng continued to spread, like an invisible storm sweeping through everything in its path.

The Immortal Kings resisted with all their might, but their power appeared so small and feeble before this dark force.

Their attacks were like raindrops hitting an iron plate, unable to shake Ao Sheng in the slightest.

The power of Ao Sheng's fall brought endless despair and fear to the Primal Ancient Realm.

His dark power was like a black torrent, continuously devouring every corner of the ancient realm.

The once-vibrant ancient realm had now become deathly still, as if shrouded by an endless darkness.

Within this darkness, the living beings of the ancient realm screamed in terror, their voices echoing through the void, hair-raising to hear.

Under the erosion of this dark power, these beings became frail and unable to resist; the power they had once taken pride in seemed so insignificant before the dark power of Ao Sheng, as if they were merely a flock of helpless lambs.

The figure of Ao Sheng flickered in and out of the darkness, his laughter echoing through the void, chilling one to the bone; his eyes revealed cruelty and evil, as if he intended to swallow the entire ancient realm whole.

Before his dark power, the entire ancient realm seemed to have become fragile, on the verge of being completely destroyed at any moment.

"Ao Sheng!"

Immortal King Wuzhong let out a sharp cry, his voice echoing through the void like thunder, shaking the soul of everyone present.

His body appeared immensely powerful under the shroud of his Immortal King aura, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes firm and sharp.

At this moment, the aura of Immortal King Wuzhong erupted completely, surging forth like a torrential flood; his momentum was so powerful it seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth, inspiring awe in all.

Following his sharp cry, a peerless bell, vast and boundless, manifested under his control.

This great bell seemed to be a divine artifact passed down from the ancient era, its body radiating a mysterious and archaic aura that made one feel the weight of endless time and history.

The natal artifact of an Immortal King, the Bell of Wuzhong!

The tolling of the bell was mighty, shaking the entire void like rolling thunder.

Each chime contained supreme divine might, as if capable of piercing through all falsehoods, causing all evil powers to tremble beneath its sound.

Immortal King Wuzhong brandished the great bell in his hand, his movements light and elegant, as if performing a perfect dance.

Following his movements, waves of powerful energy rippled outward instantly, like a surging flood, shaking the entire void.

The peerless bell flew about in his hands, and every collision seemed capable of shattering the void, making one feel endless majesty and dominance.

The tolling was mighty, the divine power immeasurable, as if chanting an ancient and mysterious incantation that left the soul shaken and unable to break free.

The aura of Immortal King Wuzhong erupted completely at this moment, shining with a dazzling light like a brilliant star.

Every one of his movements contained infinite power and profound meaning, as if capable of piercing through all falsehoods, causing all evil powers to tremble before this force.

"How can a firefly compete with the bright moon?"

"Seeking your own death."

The sneer of Ao Sheng carried contempt and cruelty; his eyes were cold and sharp, as if capable of seeing through all illusions.

His figure flashed, appearing before Immortal King Wuzhong like a ghost, his speed too fast for anyone to react.

He extended a palm, his fingers slender and powerful, as if grasping the fate of the entire world. This strike carried immense power and majesty, slamming fiercely into the peerless bell in the hands of Immortal King Wuzhong.

"BOOM!"

This thunderous sound shook the entire void, as if heaven and earth were trembling; the great bell in the hands of Immortal King Wuzhong shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions.

The surging, massive dark power rolled forward, and the fragments of the bell turned into nothingness, as if they had never existed at all.

The body of Immortal King Wuzhong shuddered violently, as if struck by an invisible force.

Boom!

Dark magic power descended from the heavens, instantly engulfing Immortal King Wuzhong. His body erupted with a dense mist of blood that spread out like crimson clouds, and a shrill, miserable scream resounded throughout the entire void.

Immediately following this, a cruel smile appeared on the face of Ao Sheng. His figure flickered, and he reappeared before another Immortal King.

He struck out with a palm, and a powerful wave of energy instantly permeated the area, as if an invisible gale were howling past.

The Immortal Kings present scrambled to dodge, yet many were still caught in the aftermath.

That energy wave possessed immense destructive power; wherever it passed, everything was obliterated. Many Immortal Kings had their bodies shattered by this ripple, flesh and blood flying everywhere as their origins suffered grievous damage.

Ao Sheng's figure drifted unpredictably through the void, making his movements impossible to track. His strikes were as fast as lightning, leaving his opponents unable to guard against them.

Every one of his blows contained formidable power and profound mysteries, as if capable of piercing through all illusions and making every evil force tremble in that moment.

At this instant, Ao Sheng had pushed his power to the absolute limit, transforming into a peerless powerhouse whose might shook heaven and earth.

Ao Sheng's gaze was cold and sharp, revealing a sense of ferocity and cruelty. His strikes were devoid of mercy, filled only with destruction and slaughter, as if he intended to seize the entire world within his grasp.