Above the Flame Frost Continent, the dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, with blue-purple lightning flashing endlessly within them. The storm formed by the blades of space surged and raged with thunder. The projection of a powerful being, evolved from the power of origin, emerged from the clouds, standing coldly in the sky, their indifferent gazes all fixed on Emperor Augustus, who was clad in knight's armor.
The latter had already arrived above the Underworld. The enormous Knight True Body stood tall and firm, with the Great Dao of Knights behind him like a pillar of heaven, like a world-destroying dragon and serpent, roaring to the sky, staring at the indifferent pupils evolved from the Astral Realm Will.
The two immense auras collided, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the entire Flame Frost Continent.
All living beings felt a heavy weight in their hearts, as if something heavy was pressing down on them.
Boom!!
Lightning bolts struck continuously, instantly transforming into liquid lightning pillars that pressed down. Powerful beings imprinted in the annals of the Astral Realm, under the influence of primordial power, manifested as projections, jointly besieging Emperor Augustus.
Knight runes appeared one by one on the cold armor. Liquid lightning bolts struck the armor, and Berserk power surged wildly, trying to erase these runes, but failed. Instead, the lightning was absorbed by the armor and became part of its power.
Emperor Augustus opened his palm, and the mangled body of the Lord of the Undead floated within it, emanating a savage roar, "Augustus, you treacherous villain! From the very beginning, you have been plotting against me, plotting against the Undead Race!!"
Emperor Augustus did not answer. Instead, he lowered his eyes, glanced contemptuously at the Lord of the Undead, and then flipped his hand, slamming it down hard onto the Underworld below.
Thump!!
The power of the Peak Supreme God at the pinnacle condensed in his palm and then erupted.
The entire Underworld began to shake violently, and countless cracks appeared, crisscrossing like a spider web.
Buildings collapsed in large sections, and before the Undead Race could even react, they were reduced to dust under the overwhelming force of the palm strike, their souls vanishing completely and being erased.
In the blink of an eye, the number of Undead Race casualties was countless, and all of them were elite Undead Race.
After all, ordinary Undead Race are not qualified to live in the core area of Underworld.
The body of the Lord of the Undead and the Great Dao of the Undead that he had created were driven into the Underworld like a nail by this powerful palm strike.
The once impenetrable Underworld was successfully breached, leaving only a tiny gap.
"Not enough!!"
Emperor Augustus's eyes narrowed, and he continued his attack.
He clenched his fist and, with all his might, pounded down with punch after punch, driving the Lord of the Undead, this nail, even deeper into the Underworld, gradually reaching its core.
In this process, Emperor Augustus infiltrated the Great Dao of Knights, which he controlled, into the Lord of the Undead that could not resist, forming a seed that was about to sprout.
Once the "nail" that the Lord of the Undead has transformed into touches the core of the Underworld, this seed will take root and sprout, using its own roots to tightly entwine the core of the Underworld, thus achieving initial control.
Then, Emperor Augustus could use the Underworld to resist the Astral Realm Will, and conversely, he could use the power of the Astral Realm Will to further cleanse the Underworld, thereby achieving a deeper level of control.
So far, everything is progressing smoothly; Emperor Augustus lacks is time.
High in the southern sky above the Flame Frost Continent, complex gazes pierced through the barriers of space, taking in everything that was happening above the Underworld.
Many powerful figures were filled with anxiety and couldn't help but say, "Shouldn't we make a move now? If we wait any longer, Emperor Augustus will succeed. If he truly controls the Underworld, we will have no hope left but to leave the Flame Frost Continent or submit to him."
"Make a move?" A powerful figure sneered, "Go ahead and fight? With our strength, going up there would only be suicide, unless a Supreme God leads the charge..."
As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes turned to the Lord of Ice Origin.
The latter glanced at the Main God who had just spoken, and was about to say something when suddenly her eyebrows twitched slightly, revealing a clear look of joy.
The other powerful figures around naturally noticed this hint of joy and were quite surprised.
Even though the situation has deteriorated to this extent, the Lord of Ice Origin can still laugh.
Could it be that she has found a way to deal with Emperor Augustus?
Upon realizing this, the eyes of some of the Main God instantly lit up.
"It's done!"
The smile in the eyes of the Lord of Ice Origin deepened.
Before the other powerful figures could even ask a question, an extremely powerful aura suddenly rose from a corner of the Flame Frost Continent.
Now, without the Lord of Ice Origin needing to say anything more, the attention of all the powerful figures on the Flame Frost Continent was instantly drawn to it.
Source Fire Palace.
The Fire Venerable Beast contorted with extreme excitement, prostrated itself on the ground and cried out, "Honorable Lord of Endless..."
The Fire Venerable's voice echoed throughout the entire Flame Frost Continent in an instant.
The powerful figures who heard this voice were all astonished.
Lord of Endless?
Does the Flame Frost Continent possess such a powerful figure?
Or is it...?
All eyes turned to the terrifying aura that was rising slowly.
A majestic aura that shook heaven and earth spread outwards, and a towering figure emerged from the hazy into reality.
"Lancelot, today, paved the way across the Flame Frost Continent; the Great Path is named— Endless!!"
The earth-shaking declaration possessed an inherently strong and majestic aura, and under the watchful eyes of the masses, countless points of light lit up one by one from that magnificent body, as vast as the universe.
Like stars emerging from their dormant state in the universe, bursting forth with intense flames.
Each star represents a god born from Lancelot's body.
Countless gods gathered together, like countless suns converging into a single point. Energy was Infinity compressed, and matter Infinity collapsed, ultimately transforming into a colossal god with an Endless galaxy above his head and boundless earth beneath his feet.
This god's name Endless!!