A Single Sword Strike Overwhelmed the World
In that instant, Qin Yu turned around abruptly, and the scene before him almost shattered his entire sea of consciousness.
At the edge of the desolate wasteland, an endless army suddenly appeared. The sky was shrouded in a blood-red waning moon, and crimson lightning continuously exploded between the thick clouds, striking the ground and illuminating the Ultimate strange legion.
At the forefront, death knights clad in jet-black armor rode decaying warhorses. Each thud of their hooves stirred up the wails of countless withered bones. A chilling wind swept through, and the sea of bones churned, as if the entire earth was being crushed and groaned by the aura of this army.
Further on, a black-winged celestial general with wingspans as wide as night floated in the void, its back radiating crimson moonlight. The giant sword in its hand dripped with endless streams of dark red molten lava, each drop burning through the ground and turning it into countless hideous cracks.
Tens of thousands of skeleton warriors marched forward in unison to the booming of war drums. Iron halberds, bone spears, and battle axes gleamed with a chilling light, and their uniform, murderous aura seemed to forcibly distort the rhythm of the entire world. In the distance, there were bone-fire giants, their heads burning with ghostly blue flames, wielding obsidian battle blades, roaring to the sky, their voices like thunder that tore apart souls.
Deep within the legion, nine thrones, constructed from withered bones and blood flames, soared into the sky. Blurry shadows sat silently upon them, as if overlooking the fate of the entire world. Each figure exuded unparalleled power, like an "peerless emperor," their aura piercing through time and space, making Qin Yu feel the oppressive weight of history with every breath.
This is an ancient legion of the dead.
This is the "Army of Nightmare" sealed away behind the seal.
The radiance of the blood moon, the roar of the skulls, the trembling of the black wings, and the booming of the war drums all intertwined to create an apocalyptic symphony.
Azure Ring emanated from the azure ring between Qin Yu's brows. "Qin Yu, this is an illusion... Don't move... This is the true echo behind the 'seal'."
A blood moon hung in the sky, and the wasteland trembled. Qin Yu in the center of the illusion, as if he had been thrown into the heart of the destructive war that took billions of years to come.
Two ancient super legions faced off in the endless desolation, where there was no sign of life between heaven and earth, only a boiling sea of murderous intent.
The Blackwing General in front spread his wings and soared into the sky, his wings stirring up waves of blood. He swung his sword down, but the blade did not gleam with the light of metal; instead, it surged with a dark galaxy powerful enough to destroy the entire universe. The sword's force was like a vortex that shattered countless worlds, piercing straight through Qin Yu's body. Yet, Qin Yu was unharmed. He clearly sensed that it was all an illusion. The sword passed right through him, but then slashed fiercely at the enemy army behind him, instantly tearing apart the entire horde of corpses, turning a thousand miles away into a sea of blood, bones, and fire.
On the other side, the Death Knight raised his lance, burning with hellfire, and roared as he steed a skeletal steed. The lance tip carried the soul fire of countless wailing cries, as if igniting the karma of the entire universe, and pierced through Qin Yu's chest with a deafening roar. Qin Yu's sea of consciousness trembled, yet he remained Anran. The lance then slammed into the Blackwing General's armor, igniting the entire sky into a blazing sea of fire, light and blood intertwining to create a doomsday sky.
Immediately afterwards, the Bonefire Giant swung its burning battle blade, unleashing not a flash of light, but an entire "Tide of Soul Annihilation." The tide surged forth, carrying the wails of countless undead, as if to engulf the entire world. It also pierced through Qin Yu's body, transforming into billions of dead souls before his eyes, rushing towards the throne guards opposite, devouring the phantom of the Shadow Warrior to pieces.
The heavenly drums thundered, and the blood moon burst forth. Every clash between the two armies came at the cost of "world collapse." Super skills pierced through heaven and earth, passing through Qin Yu's existence, as if he were an observer detached from cause and effect.
A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Qin Yu; he had never witnessed a collision of such scale.
A single sword can sever the order of time for eternity.
One shot can incinerate the karma of all realms.
One strike can cleave through the Soul Sea.
He understood that this illusion was a "real projection" from billions of years ago, a "cause and effect of ancient warfare" that had been sealed and suppressed but still lingered to this day.
Azure Ring flickered between his brows, whispering into his mind, "Qin Yu, what you see may be... the true cause of World Extinguisher behind the middle layer of the seal."
At this moment, he felt as if he had been dragged into the abyss of history, witnessing a super war powerful enough to transform the middle layer of the Source of Epochless into a realm of death.
Boom!!!
The heavy chains, which seemed to weigh down even the heavens and earth, were forcibly broken by the two giants at this moment. In that instant, the earth trembled, opening up a deep abyss hundreds of thousands of feet deep. Even the blood moon trembled, and the clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart, revealing a scarlet void as red as blood.
The two giants roared to the sky simultaneously, their voices booming like thunder, yet tinged with soul-wrenching pain. The moment their chains were broken, their bodies seemed to be freed from enslavement, and the murderous intent, resentment, and primal energy suppressed within them for millions of years erupted like a volcano, instantly transforming into a sky-covering raging torrent.
The giants' eyes were bloodshot, with blood-red light overflowing from their eye sockets like burning molten lava. They raised their enormous fists, and with each breath, they could shatter the void, causing even the illusory space where Qin Yu was to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
"Kill!!!"
A giant roared and swung his fist down. The fist did not land on Qin Yu, but instead slammed into the other end of the illusion. In an instant, the void collapsed, the heavens and earth shattered, and an entire army of blood and bones was blown away by the force of the fist. Countless skeletons shattered in the air, turning into a rain of bones.
Another giant suddenly yanked his arm, using the broken chain as a weapon, unleashing destructive black arcs of light with each swing. The chain ripped through the sky, dragging endless lightning and blood, each lash seeming to tear apart the entire universe. With a single strike, an Obsidian Bone Fortress was reduced to dust, its ruins transforming into a torrent of fire that poured down.
Although Qin Yu's figure was not directly harmed in the center of the illusion, he clearly felt the overwhelming aura of destruction, as if it could shatter his soul at any moment.
The sky was completely shrouded in blood and fire.
A giant roared and grabbed a black-winged celestial general with outstretched wings, tearing it apart alive. The two halves of the body fell to the ground, trailing black blood everywhere.
The other giant transformed the broken chain into a long whip, and with a sudden sweep, he whipped an entire charging dark cavalry into the abyss, annihilating them instantly before they could even scream.
Rumble!!!
The entire illusory battlefield descended into utter madness due to the giant's rampage. Seas of blood churned, mountains of bones collapsed, and soul flames blotted out the sky.
As Qin Yu witnessed all this, his heart sank.
These two giants were not ordinary ancient warriors at all, but rather beings that had been "deliberately imprisoned".
Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!
The pitch-black ancient coffin dragged behind the giant suddenly exploded amidst the tremors of the heavens and earth. The shattered coffin turned into countless black fragments of light, like billions of withered stars collapsing in the air.
Amidst the aftershocks of the shattered coffin, a tall figure slowly emerged.
He was clad in armor woven with purple and gold and starlight, ancient runes flowing across it, each stroke seemingly carrying billions of years of history and mystery. His robes, like a galaxy woven from stars, fluttered in the wind, scattering countless tiny points of light, as if fallen from the night sky to earth.
He held a massive, crystal-clear sword in his hand, its blade radiating endless light from bottom to top, its tip pointing straight to the sky. It tore through the illusory curtain of the blood moon, and a rainbow-like ray of light, like the dawn, poured out from the sword's edge, illuminating the entire wasteland.
His face was veiled by a thin layer of light and a hood, obscuring his true appearance. Only from the depths of the empty hood did starlight occasionally shimmer.
His aura was completely different from that of the giants; it was not pure tyranny and slaughter, but rather carried a supreme, cold, and divine pressure that seemed to be able to determine all life and death.
The entire illusory battlefield froze instantly upon his appearance. The giant's roar ceased abruptly, and the battle between the Blackwing Heavenly General and the Corpsefire Warhorse also halted in an instant. All the crimson flames in the sky solidified in mid-air, turning into shimmering fragments of light.
Qin Yu's heart suddenly jolted—
This person seems like a judge who has stepped out from the depths of mythology.
His gaze, though separated by countless illusions, seemed to pierce through time and space, landing directly on Qin Yu.
The mysterious figure stood amidst the shattered fragments of the coffin, its radiance suggesting it had never belonged to this world.
He slowly raised the massive sword, its surface crystalline yet profoundly mysterious, with both hands. The sword seemed to be forged from fragments of billions of stars, and every slight tremor of its blade stirred up a roar across countless dimensions.
As the sword's momentum gathered, the entire illusory world suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
The wind has stopped.
The blood moon hung frozen in mid-air, its crimson radiance solidified like blood-red glass.
Even the giants roaring and howling on the battlefield seemed to be instantly silenced.
Suddenly—BOOM!!! The giant sword slashed down!
The moment this sword fell was not merely light, but an Annihilation judgment spanning billions of universes.
What erupted from the sword's edge was not Sword Qi, but rather—the collapse of stars, the collapse of time, the annihilation of cause and effect, and the severing of all paths!
The sky suddenly shattered like a mirror, with billions of beams of light bursting down, as if a hundred thousand black holes were exploding simultaneously. The entire sky of the illusionary world was forcibly split in two, one side turning into boundless, incandescent light, and the other plunging into darkness deeper than eternal night.
Where the sword's edge passed, chains of time and space snapped one by one, the broken edges splattering with golden-black sparks of cause and effect, like the blood of gods spilling into the void.
Space was like a glass ocean, shattered layer by layer, turning into countless sharp crystals, which were then reduced to dust under the influence of the sword light.
The river of time suddenly reversed its course, and billions of years of history flowed backward, vanishing in an instant in the afterglow of the sword's edge.
The Blackwing Heavenly General roared to the sky, his wings unfurling as they burned with endless black flames, and he raised his sword to meet the attack head-on.
But the moment the sword touched him, his wings instantly turned into countless "fragments of existence," and his body was erased directly from the records of the universe. There was no process of death, no lingering screams, just "disappearance"—as if this existence had never existed in this world.
The fiery warhorses neighed, their burning skeletal steeds dragging an endless legion of skeletons as they charged forward.
However, as the sword flashed, the entire army surged like a tsunami, instantly vanishing from existence to nothingness. The sound of warhorses' hooves, the roars of skeletons, along with flames and smoke, all Annihilation in an instant under the sword's light, like a canvas being wiped clean.
Rumble!!!
The entire illusory battlefield, like a cosmic theater, was cleaved, shattered, and collapsed by this single sword strike!
The earth's surface cracked open into a bottomless abyss, and crimson magma surged upwards, only to vanish into nothingness amidst Annihilation glow.
The blood moon in the sky shattered completely, exploding into countless dust particles, which were annihilated like billions of fireflies amidst the interplay of light and darkness.
Although Qin Yu was merely an observer, his mind was violently shaken the moment the sword fell.
He knew perfectly well that this was just an illusion, yet he still felt an "irresistible" force. It was as if if the sword's edge were to deflect even slightly, he, along with his soul and origin, would vanish into nothingness in an instant.
That kind of oppressive aura—was the Ultimate sword strike capable of annihilating any being at the pinnacle of fiction.
No matter how strong they are, no matter what level they are at, they are all reduced to nothing by this sword.
Annihilation. Utter and complete Annihilation.
As the light gradually faded, only a heavy, deathly silence and ember-like spatial cracks remained in the void.
On the opposite side of the battlefield, the Blackwing Heavenly Generals and the Corpse Fire Cavalry, along with their massive army, were all annihilated and ceased to exist.
Only two giants, freed from their shackles, remained, roaring, blood and chains churning on their bodies, facing off against the mysterious figure from afar.
Qin Yu, standing alone in the center of the illusion, felt his heart pounding violently, his soul trembling incessantly, unable to calm down for a long time.
The afterglow of the sword light had not yet completely dissipated, and the entire world was still rumbling in a low voice. The broken spacetime chains floated in the void, like countless broken lines of latitude and longitude, emitting a dim and ominous light.
The mysterious figure stood in the center of the Annihilation ruins, the giant sword still jutting out into the void. The light dripping from the blade was not blood, but "the remnants of existence." Each drop that fell triggered a collapse of spacetime.
Those eyes, hidden by the hood, slowly rose, seemingly piercing through illusions and billions of years, landing directly on Qin Yu.
In that instant, Qin Yu's heart clenched.
Even though he knew it was just an illusion, the will contained in that gaze seemed enough to crush him along with his Innate Martial Soul and the Silent Beginning · Ring Master Soul Diagram.
Then, the world suddenly came to a standstill.
Boom--
Behind the mysterious figure, the two giants who had broken free of their chains took a step forward simultaneously, causing the earth to sink instantly. The space beneath their feet collapsed like paper, creating two bottomless Black Abyss. Their roars echoed in the illusion, like thunder tearing apart the soul.
But the next moment, the roar gradually subsided and faded into the distance.
The figure of the mysterious person slowly blurred from the edge.
His cloak turned into specks of light and vanished with the wind; the annihilating glow on the greatsword gradually faded and returned to darkness.
The two giants' enormous bodies, as if swept away by the torrent of time, rapidly lost their thick flesh and bones until they vanished into nothingness.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any roaring sound of flames engulfing everything.
They simply vanished slowly, as if they had never existed at all.
The world returned to deathly silence.
Qin Yu was left alone in the desolate wilderness, the wind whispering in his ears, as if everything that had just happened was a mere illusion.
But his chest heaved violently, and cold sweat seeped from his palms.
Although the illusion dissipated, the oppressive feeling left by that sword strike remained deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul, and it was difficult for him to calm down for a long time.