The crimson moonlight permeated the entire Longtuo Continent.
The cold, low growl echoed through the Void like a chilling current.
Space froze, frozen by the divine wheel that hung high in the sky, resembling a crimson Mingyue.
A series of powerful auras, enough to terrify even the Lower God, descended with a deafening roar.
A deathly aura radiated in all directions, and in an instant, the once noisy and bustling Longtuo Continent fell silent, leaving only that chilling echo lingering in the air.
A moment later, the dozen or so True God who had just fought finally realized that the joyful expressions on the allied forces' faces had frozen and then collapsed, looking extremely ugly.
In contrast, the True God of the Eight Gods' Realm, who had fled, returned once again, their eyes filled with unbelievable joy, especially after seeing their own lord personally take action, which made them even more ecstatic.
"Don't talk to him anymore, attack with all your might and take him down!"
The black-armored figure Alaric, wanted to mock Lancelot again, but the cunning Pale Veil Selwyn was unwilling to waste time. With a low shout, he suddenly stretched out his pale hand.
"Go to hell!!"
Boom!!
The Void rumbled and cracks appeared one after another. Selwyn had no intention of communicating at all. On his pale palm, which he extended, countless divine runes were interwoven and arranged, extremely intricate, containing earth-shattering power.
This was no ordinary move; it was a fatal blow.
As soon as it appeared, a vast and icy cold current swept across the entire Longtuo Continent. Countless weak creatures did not even have time to utter a cry before their souls were blown into ice shards by the cold current, and they perished on the spot, leaving only their intact physical bodies.
Lancelot, facing this attack head-on, must have felt an immense sense of oppression.
"As expected of True God Tier Eight expert!"
Lancelot lowered his head slightly and smiled gently.
Amidst laughter, there was no fear whatsoever.
"Still dare to laugh?"
Enraged, Alaric roared and attacked in kind.
The newly Upper God Lord of Broken Blade Roland, the Middle God Raging Flame Kalachi, the fifth- True God Tier Five Earthquake Tremor Kesuosuo, and the Emberwind Walker Yifurui all made their moves at the same time.
Only Dimensional Drifter Mimir, in order to maintain the spatial confinement effect, focused her mind on controlling the Crimson Moon God Wheel and did not join the attack, but her threat should not be underestimated. At least the mental pressure she brought was no weaker than that of Selwyn.
A total of six True God, the weakest of whom was a Middle God of the True God Tier Five, launched an attack on Lancelot simultaneously.
In an instant, the Divine Power power surged up from the ground like a raging wave in the Void.
Under intense, deadly pressure, without needing any reminders, every powerful figure still breathing on the Longtuo Continent was desperately trying to escape. In a battle between God Level experts, those below the Sanctuary didn't even have the right to watch.
Even Legendary and Epic must be far enough away, otherwise the powerful aftershocks will be enough to tear apart their Sanctuary.
Only the dozen or so True God exchanged glances, and none of them retreated; instead, they engaged in battle.
The True God on the allied side, his face filled with despair but also with determination, launched a frenzied attack.
On the other hand, the Eight Gods' Realm side was quite afraid of death and focused on defense and containment, unwilling to waste their precious Life Essence on these guys who they believed would die sooner or later.
Boom!!
Above the continent, countless Void rifts spread like a spider web, intertwined with various divine lights, stirring up endless waves of energy, mixed with Void turbulence, explosions and intense light scattered in all directions, and high-energy reactions were transmitted very far.
A battle of this scale naturally attracted the attention of many True God.
Some of them were attracted by chance.
Some were prepared in advance.
Inside a hidden dimension, inside a ship, Oberon, a True God of the Prado Civilization, gazed at the Longtuo Continent through a porthole.
"A clash between Upper God!"
By utilizing the unique nature of his own Divine Law, Oberon was able to see through the veil of the crimson moonlight and clearly perceive the situation within the continent, as well as the entire landscape of the Longtuo Continent, from its mountains and rivers to its ravines.
Furthermore, he also took in the aftershocks of the collision between the Divine Law, which spread to the level of rules.
In Oberon's eyes, the roar emanating from the Longtuo Continent was rapidly transmitted along with the rhythm of space. The power of the Divine Law spread layer by layer, causing the rules to tremble wherever they passed, triggering continuous Void waves.
Even the flapping of a butterfly's wings can stir up the winds and clouds of the entire planet.
Moreover, this is a clash between Upper God.
The aftershocks were not limited to a single region, but rather had a far-reaching, continuous, and enduring impact that spanned a long period of time and space.
"The Divine Law..."
Oberon stared intently into the distance, the divine patterns in his pupils twisting as he perceived everything he saw.
The clash between the Upper God was a rare opportunity for him, a Lower God, and the benefits were considerable; otherwise, he wouldn't have volunteered to come and carry out the observation mission.
There are many other True God who acted in the same way as Oberon.
Among them were even powerful figures from the Alpha Civilization, two female True God, Leanna and Bel'Veth, whose lives had once been saved by Lancelot.
Inside the warship, Bel'Veth's expression subtly changed as she watched the images displayed on the detector.
"Can His Holiness the Holy Light withstand this?"
Leanna looked up, her brow furrowed, but her words carried a message: "Don't worry, the higher-ups of the civilization have already subtly warned the Golden Divine Kingdom that the Eight Gods' Realm is planning an attack. The Golden King is no mediocre ruler; he is very wise and should make arrangements."
"But His Golden King is unaware of the news that Lord Broken Blade Roland has been promoted to Upper God. Could he make a misjudgment?" Bel'Veth asked anxiously.
"Well... it's hard to say." Leanna shook her head helplessly. "The sudden promotion of the Broken Blade Lord was something no one expected. However, the situation on the battlefield can change in an instant, and unexpected factors are unavoidable. Hopefully, the Golden Divine Kingdom has a contingency plan."
"In any case, we cannot intervene in this level of conflict, nor can we possibly get involved. We can only wait for the outcome."
"Damn it, I thought that after advancing to the level of True God, I would have enough power to do whatever I wanted, but I didn't expect there would still be too many things that I couldn't get involved in. This feeling of powerlessness..." Bel'Veth muttered to herself bitterly.
Leanna remained silent; this was indeed her thought.
But there's nothing we can do; that's reality— the Astral Realm is boundless, power Endless, and there's always someone stronger.
The harsh reality we must accept.