Moon God Descends
Zhang Huanyun finally snapped out of his daze. He drew his sword and stepped forward, his voice hoarse yet heavy as a drumbeat. "What are you all standing there for! Follow Yun Jingheng! Push back!"
"Push back--!" Everyone in the Blood God Legion who could still move roared in unison.
Long Tianwu, Long Yuxue, Aruheng, Sima Jinchi, and the nine members of the Blood God Camp all rushed out.
Tang Wulin roared to the sky, his body radiating golden light! He followed from the right flank of the Tyrant Dragon.
Xie Xie his full speed, cutting down enemies all the way from the edge of the battlefield.
Yuanen Yehui stood at the forefront, knocking away all the Abyss creatures along the way.
Ye Xinglan didn't shout. She held the Stargod Sword horizontally to her side and walked forward step by step, each swing of the sword taking away a piece of the path.
Her sword strikes were utterly swift and clean, yet they brought down wave after wave of Abyss creatures that lunged at her from the side.
The Mechanical Tyrant Dragon shattered the ice, its tail sweeping across, and nothing could bring it back to life.
The Plasma Disintegration Blaze began to sweep away large Abyss of abyssal clusters.
With each step it took, the ice field trembled, and for the first time, the Abyss creature showed signs of retreat in the Far North.
They stopped lunging forward and began to retreat toward the crack.
The remnants of the Black Clan were the first to turn back, followed by the Destruction Swarm, and the auras of the Red Emperor and the Scythe Emperor moved backward almost simultaneously.
The five Emperor retreated halfway, then suddenly stopped.
It's not that I don't want to withdraw.
It cannot be returned.
They have already left too much trace on this icy plain. If they are driven back by a human just like that, the face of the Abyss and the Holy King's plans will all collapse tonight.
The Black Empress's mangled remains surged, and he was the first to turn around.
Scorpion Emperor propped himself up.
The Scythe Emperor twisted his body and disappeared once more.
The Serpent Emperor roared to the sky, beginning to gather its strength.
Even with its wings shattered, the Bee Emperor still spewed out large plumes of purplish-black poisonous mist from its mouthparts, swirling towards the crowd.
They acted simultaneously.
"Scatter!" Zhang Huanyun roared.
But Yun Jingheng didn't move.
He stood in the center of the icy plain, with Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan behind him, and Xie Xie and Yuanen Yehui on his left.
He didn't dodge, he didn't even turn around.
Just as the Serpent Emperor's Destruction ray was about to strike, the Mechanical Tyrant Dragon made its move first.
It shrank back, its silvery-gray shell folding like mercury.
Its two hind legs are together, and its tail is folded.
Its arms sprang out from its sides, its head tucked back, and when it rose again, it had transformed from a dragon's head into a metal human head with a mask.
The three-zhang-tall Tyrant Dragon stood upright in the blink of an eye, its legs like pillars, its left arm a shield, and its right arm wielding a giant axe.
Blue-white plasma light flowed across the axe blade, like an electric snake ready to bite at any moment.
"Don't harm my lord!" The Little Gummy Bear's voice came from the mecha's mouth, cold and crisp as ice.
It took a step forward, and the giant axe cleaved diagonally down at the beam of light from the Serpent Emperor.
The blue-white axe light and the dark red light collided in mid-air, creating a terrifying shockwave.
The Little Gummy Bear was jolted and slid backwards for a good distance, its mechanical legs carving two deep furrows into the ice.
But it didn't fall; it used the axe as a support to stand upright again.
At the same time, the Good Corpse and Evil Corpse had already pounced out.
The Good Corpse flicked its right hand, and a silver-white Moonlight Sword appeared in its palm.
The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing and turned white from the cold.
He moved with incredible speed, his first sword strike aimed diagonally in the direction where the Scythe Emperor had disappeared.
The sword tip landed on empty space, yet it caused that area of space to distort.
The Scythe Emperor was forced to reveal himself and could only block the attack head-on.
The Good Corpse's second sword strike cleaved directly into the Scythe Emperor's right arm.
The Evil Corpse followed closely behind.
His entire body was black and red, with Blood Moon hanging overhead, and his swordplay was ruthless.
Sword after sword, all aimed at vital points.
The Black Empress's tentacles tried to wrap around him from the side, but the Evil Corpse didn't even look at them. With a backhand slash, it severed all three of the Black Empress's main tentacles.
Black blood gushed out.
Yun Jingheng finally moved, taking a step forward and raising his left hand.
The light in his dantian shone again.
The Moon Palace did not fully extend outwards; it only manifested as a phantom image, spreading out from behind him towards the sky.
The glazed tile eaves on the ice field look like a mirage, but the gravity is real.
Centered on Yun Jingheng, all Abyss creatures within hundreds of meters seemed to have their feet pulled back.
Instead of falling backward, they were dragged towards the sky, and snowflakes, pebbles, severed limbs, black blood, and even the swarm of Destruction Swarm in mid-air began to rise upward.
The movements of the five Emperor simultaneously froze.
For the first time, the Scorpion Emperor revealed an extremely deep fear.
Yun Jingheng has already completed the final transformation.
All Soul Power collapsed inward.
Four black, two red, and one orange-gold Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, one after another moving to the back of his head.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the Far North, the color of the seven Soul Ring began to change.
The orange-gold color slowly faded, and the red and black were also tinged with an extremely faint white light.
Like moonlight shining on ice, or like the aurora borealis descending from the heavens.
That was Divine Power infusion, a qualitative change at the level of the Soul Ring.
Seven Soul Ring spun behind Yun Jingheng's head, like seven celestial orbits rewritten by the gods.
The moon above his head seemed to be pushed open from the inside, its edges so bright that the boundaries were indistinguishable.
The silvery-white light fell vertically, gathering above Yun Jingheng's head, growing thicker and heavier.
Finally, the light condensed behind him into a huge silver phantom, with a face exactly like Yun Jingheng's, but taller than a mountain, its entire body composed of the purest Moonlight, and its features as clear as if carved.
The illusory figure didn't move, but slowly bent down, cupped Yun Jingheng's entire body in its palm, and gently lifted him up.
Yun Jingheng stood on the palm of that illusory figure.
Instead of an ice field, there was an extremely thin layer of silvery light beneath my feet.
He did not bow his head.
The seven colorful rings behind his head were spinning slower and slower, yet growing heavier and heavier. The wind and snow on the ground had completely stopped.
All the members of the Blood God Legion looked up, and no one uttered a sound. Even Zhang Huanyun opened his mouth but ultimately did not make a sound.
Yun Jingheng was steadily held aloft, almost level with the real Silver Moon high in the sky.
The Black Empress suddenly stopped retreating.
Its eyes opened to their widest extent, reflecting Yun Jingheng's image at that moment.
Seven colorful rings floated behind his head, and his body was filled with Divine Power as vast as the sea.
It seemed to be nailed to the spot, its entire body stiffening for a moment.
"God... power..."
The Black Empress's voice squeezed out from the darkness, like a sharp crack from rubbing ice together, "You are a god?!"
Yun Jingheng a cold snort.
Without answering, he raised his left hand and slowly pressed it down towards the five Emperor.
He simply pressed down with a flat palm.
The illusory image of the Moon Palace suddenly brightened, the icy plain sank, and the five Emperor screamed in agony at the same time.
The Black Empress's mangled body was pressed flat against the ground, and the Scorpion Emperor's pincers were all split into several pieces.
The Serpent Emperor's outer armor peeled away inch by inch.
The Scythe Emperor was forcefully slammed back to the ground from mid-air, his legs broken.
The Bee Emperor's carapace deformed under pressure, and instead of venomous mist, it sprayed black blood.
He gazed down at the Abyss below, his eyes as white as frost.
The five Abyss Monarch were all trembling. The Black Empress's mangled body lay prostrate on the ground. The Scorpion Emperor dared not look again. The Serpent Emperor curled up. The Scythe Emperor had no strength left to escape. The Bee Emperor had already collapsed on the snow, his wings shattered into dust.
They gazed up at the phantom of the Yue Shen goddess as if gazing upon a natural enemy they had never truly believed in.
"This... is impossible!" Black Empress squeezed out the last few words from his throat.
"Die."