Above the firmament, a pitch-black ocean surged, mysterious and unfathomable. The world seemed to have turned upside down. Jiang Chen stood beneath the inverted sky, his expression cold.
"Didn't you want to kill me?"
"I'm right here. Why haven't you made your move?"
His furious roar was like that of an ancient ferocious beast unleashed from its cage. His blood and qi raged, his ferocity towering, and countless experts involuntarily shuddered.
"You killed an expert close to a Top Great Power so quickly. You really are a monster." The Land God spoke, but there was no panic on his aged face. The Land Temple's speed was unmatched, leaving him nothing to fear.
"I'm very curious how much longer you can fight after such tremendous expenditure."
As he spoke, he glanced at the famous mountains and great rivers of the Nine Provinces. Zhou Tai and the other experts of the Nine Provinces lay collapsed on the ground. They had exhausted themselves in the earlier battle, effectively costing the Nine Provinces a fighting force comparable to a Great Power.
At the same time, Zhou Hei's powerful aura had also dissipated. He had relied on a secret art to forcibly raise his strength to an astonishing level, and would probably be unable to fight for a long time afterward.
With him down, the Nine Provinces had lost two ancient Great Power-level fighting forces.
Jiang Xiao Chen retreated behind Jiang Chen, covered in injuries.
Although he possessed nine Immortal Daos, the difference in strength was too great. He was still no match for the Holy War Corpse. He had been risking his life just to hold him back, and by now, he was almost completely incapacitated.
The Nine Provinces' only remaining fighting force was the little girl above the Northern Ridge, who was still