The setting sun, like blood, stained the devastated battlefield.
In the giant crater a kilometer wide, the White-Robed War God lay in a sorry state, his silver armor covered in cracks, and his robes, which once shone with divine light, were now stained with blood and dust.
The deafening cheers of the Human Race soldiers reached her ears, the sound piercing her eardrums like sharp blades, adding a touch of bitterness to her already pale face.
The divine power within his body was dissipating at a visible rate, his meridians were like shattered glass, and every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain.
She could clearly feel that the power of the Time Wandering Dragon that once allowed her to Vertical and Horizontal the starry sky had now vanished without a trace—in the clash with Ye Changge just now, her innate divine power containing the Law of Time was cleaved in two by his sword, and her Dao foundation was shattered along with it.
" Human Race, even if we perish in battle, the flame of the Myriad Races Indestructible extinguished. There will always be successors who will rise above us and annihilate you!" The voice of the War God Bai Long was as cold as frost, filled with resentment and determination.
She slowly propped up her broken body, her bones creaking and groaning, each rise feeling like a tug-of-war with God of Death.
On his pale face, a pair of eyes still burned with an indomitable Flame, fixed on the tall, dark figure at the edge of the pit.
"Haha, are you trying to be funny?" Ye Changge's laughter was deep and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether abyss.
"After I have wiped out the remnants of Myriad Races, I will rule the universe with the Heaven-Reaching Puppet Technique."
Your heritage will be erased, your culture will be burned, and all the marks belonging to Myriad Races— their cultivation methods, bloodlines, martial arts, and supernatural powers—will turn to ashes.
Tell me, how can a race whose roots have been severed have descendants?
The cold words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last hope in the eyes of the War God Bai Long.
She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but found a metallic taste rising in her throat, her words stuck in her throat by blood.
The next moment, her body began to become transparent, and golden energy spots escaped from her pores, shimmering slightly in the wind before finally turning into nothingness and disappearing completely into the world.
Just then, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and dark red blood rain fell without warning, carrying a faint fishy smell, as if heaven and earth were mourning the fall of the God of War of Myriad Races.
"Hmph, nothing but illusory phenomena, daring to cause trouble in front of me?" Ye Changge raised his eyes and stared at the sky, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if he were conversing with the invisible Heavenly Dao. "Rain of blood? I don't mind crushing this so-called Heavenly Will along with it, annihilating your will!"
Upon hearing this, the world fell silent for a moment, then erupted in uproar among cultivators of Myriad Races.
"How All Under Heaven the Human Race is! Does he really think he's Invincible?"
"Exactly! The majesty of Heavenly Dao is inviolable, how dare he challenge it? He's utterly ignorant of his own limitations!"
"They've gone mad! This Human Race must be insane! To blaspheme against the will of Heaven like this, Human Race is courting its own destruction!"
Various sarcastic, angry, and incredulous voices rang out from the remaining camps of the Myriad Races, and all eyes were focused on Ye Changge, filled with resentment, fear, and disdain.
However, Ye Changge ignored this and simply stood with his hands behind his back. His Black Robe fluttered in the blood rain, and the golden divine light surrounding him kept the raindrops out, leaving him untouched by any dust.
"Furious!"
A shout filled with supreme rage suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a thunderclap, causing countless cultivators' eardrums to bleed and their minds to tremble violently.
An indescribable pressure descended from the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. The faces of the Human Race soldiers changed drastically, and even breathing became difficult.
snort!
A cold glint flashed in Ye Changge's eyes, and he let out a cold snort.
That overwhelming pressure, powerful enough to crush mountains and shatter cities, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the divine light surrounding him, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
The Human Race soldiers felt a sudden lightness in their bodies and looked at Ye Changge in shock, their eyes filled with reverence and fervor.
Ye Changge slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through layers of blood rain, looking towards the northern sky.
The space there was distorting, and a deep Black Hole was quietly emerging, exuding a chilling aura.
"Even if you are a powerful expert at the Eleventh Layer of the Dharma Realm, hiding in the void, you are nothing more than an ant in my eyes, Ye Changge."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly threw a punch!
There are no fancy moves, only the purest and most domineering power.
A golden fist burst forth suddenly, like a golden sun rising in the palm of his hand. The terrifying energy fluctuations tore through layers of space, emitting a loud "hissing" sound.
Wherever the fist's energy passed, blood rain evaporated, dark clouds dissipated, and even space itself was shattered into fragments, transforming into a golden passage leading to Black Hole.
The golden fist, carrying a Heavenly Destruction force, hurtled straight towards the Black Hole in the northern sky.
Upon witnessing this scene, cultivators from Myriad Races felt their scalps tingle and their bodies turn ice-cold.
The Eleventh Layer of the Dharma Realm —that's an existence standing at the very top of the cosmic pyramid, capable of Destruction a galaxy with a mere gesture. Yet Ye Changge dared to be so contemptuous, even going so far as to deliver a direct punch to kill him!
This strength and this spirit have exceeded the limits of their understanding.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the golden fist light that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart. Their hearts pounded wildly in their chests, unsure whether to feel fear or awe.