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Chapter 367: The Peak Showdown
Thunderous Roar...
At that moment, the world fell into darkness once again, an unimaginable force suddenly enveloping the entire void space. Everyone engaged in battle trembled involuntarily. Under the gaze of countless powerful beings, a massive purple door slowly emerged from the black Void.
This door could hardly be called a door anymore, as its size was akin to a towering mountain, stretching thousands of miles in both length and width. The main body of the door was formed by a strange power, illuminating the vast space with its eerie purple light.
Boom...
The door slowly opened, and the two gigantic doors made of Purple Energy gradually pushed apart, releasing a force that seemed to belong to another world.
"This... this is the aura of a dimensional passage..."
"Could it be that other dimensional beings are also coming?"
"No... impossible... besides our Demon Clan and Asura Clan, who else could come to Nine Continents..."
At this moment, a sense of unease surged within the hearts of many powerful beings from the Demon Clan and Asura Clan. In contrast, among the numerous strong individuals from Nine Continents One Side, a glimmer of anticipation arose—could it be...
"Haha, friends from Nine Continents, we from the Demon Realm have come to assist you..."
Just as everyone was filled with anxiety, a hearty laughter echoed through the air. Instantly, this voice reverberated throughout the Endless Void. Following that, countless shadows surged madly from the giant door like a torrent, their formidable presence spreading across the Void Battlefield.
"Brothers and friends from Nine Continents, our reinforcements have arrived..."
A figure with purple hair, Sun Zhe, stepped out from the giant door. An incredibly noble aura surrounded him, and after merging with Demon Thunder, his demeanor appeared even more regal. Although this Thunder Clone's cultivation could not yet compare to that of an Ancient God Strongman, his imposing presence was already on par with any Ancient God Strongman. He gazed at the faces filled with despair among the people of Nine Continents and spoke loudly.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements, these are our reinforcements..."
"So many powerful beings! We are saved; Nine Continents will be preserved."
Countless people from the Nine Continents were overjoyed to the point of tears. The previously defeated morale surged dramatically. Whether they were powerful beings below the Holy Rank or Ancient God Strongmen who transcended the Divine Realm, everyone felt a sense of turning tides. Perhaps, the Nine Continents would truly be saved.
Although time was tight, this time the Demon Realm only brought an army of ten million. However, among this ten million, there were exactly ten thousand Supreme Combat Bodies, six Demon Emperors, and a team led by Jingjing, divided into seven forces that surged onto the battlefield. The Nine Continents Army, which was on the verge of collapse, suddenly regained its momentum. In addition, there were twelve Ancient God Strongmen standing with the Nine Continents on one side under the leadership of the Golden Thunder Demon Ancestor.
At this moment, the strength of the Nine Continents on one side was no weaker than that of the Demon Realm and the Shura Realm's armies!
“Haha... just twelve Yao Ancestors. Do you really think that’s enough to deal with us? How ridiculous! Let me tell you, today I will definitely destroy the Nine Continents; no one can save you!”
The arrogant voice echoed in the sky. Fan's handsome face was filled with an extremely arrogant smile, and his dark eyes sparkled with a chilling light as he looked into the void behind him and said lightly,
“Seven Elders, you may reveal yourselves.”
“The Demon Realm dares to interfere in our Shura Realm’s affairs; they are truly seeking their own demise…”
An aged voice resonated in the void. Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, seven old men dressed in gray robes slowly emerged from the void. They appeared like seven decaying trees, lacking any aura, resembling ordinary old men. Yet such figures caused countless Ancient God Strongmen to tremble.
“The Shura Seven Elders, you have not fallen yet…”
The Golden Thunder Demon Ancestor took a deep breath and gazed at those seemingly ordinary seven elders with eyes full of dread. If it were any other Ancient God Strongman, he would not care so much. However, these suddenly appearing seven were among the oldest generation of strong beings, even having a higher seniority than him; they belonged to the truly ancient existence in the universe.
It is said that they existed since the birth of the Shura Realm. Each one possessed unmatched power capable of shaking the earth, and each was almost stronger than him. Most terrifyingly, these seven were brothers from the same root and source; when united, they were invincible!
“I want to see who dares to invade my Nine Continents today!”
Just as countless people were awed by the presence of the Shura Seven Elders, a calm voice suddenly echoed in the void. A towering figure over a hundred feet tall appeared before everyone, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance and filled with fierce battle intent. He was none other than the Supreme War Ancestor of the War Clan!
“It seems we have been away from our homeland for too long that people have forgotten about our Nine Continents' endless might from back in the day!”
A Golden Robed Elder slowly stepped forward, his entire being shining with dazzling golden light. He resembled a blazing sun, incomparable to all things in this world. His presence radiated an ancient and unchanging aura as if he had lived for countless eons. Yet his words carried an undeniable authority; he was none other than the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons—Ancient Dragon!
"Time is short, kill them all!"
The faint voice echoed in the void, and at the moment the sound emerged, everything seemed to tremble in submission, the earth shuddered in fear, and above the emptiness, the figure of Taishang Laojun had already vanished. He had summoned a remnant soul of Pangu the Great, the supreme being of the Nine Continents, at the cost of his own life!
Whether it was the Supreme War Ancestor, the Ancient Dragon, or him, they were all figures who had fallen countless years ago. This time, they were summoned by their juniors at a great cost. Although this summoning required immense sacrifice, it could not last long; they could not remain as guardians of the Nine Continents forever. Therefore, the only way was to eliminate the enemies before them and completely eradicate the threats to the Nine Continents!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Supreme War Ancestor charged forward first. His furious figure flashed and appeared before an Ancient God Strongman of the demon race, who was none other than the Hundred Zhang Demon Ancestor. Although both were towering at a height of a hundred zhang, the momentum of the Supreme War Ancestor far surpassed that of his opponent. Before the Hundred Zhang Demon Ancestor could react, the Supreme War Ancestor struck him with a punch to his chest, sending him reeling backward and heavily injured!
Kill!
Seeing this, the Ancient God Strongmen of the Nine Continents and those from the demon realm immediately surged with momentum. They roared as they charged forward, unleashing dozens of Rules of Power that swept across with unmatched ferocity, instantly filling the void with their overwhelming presence.
However, the Ancient God Strongmen from the demon race and Asura Clan showed no signs of weakness either. They unleashed their formidable Divine Abilities; as Ancient God Strongmen, who among them lacked powerful hidden techniques? With full force unleashed, they quickly countered the offensive from the Nine Continents and demon realm and even pushed forward.
"We will block those three old fellows; you take care of everyone else!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the Shura Seven Elders vanished from their original spots. The seven immediately split into three teams: two blocked the Supreme War Ancestor, two confronted the Ancient Dragon, while the remaining three faced Pangu the Great's remnant soul. Although Pangu's remnant soul was merely a fragment, it was still Pangu's essence; no one dared to underestimate it.
"Sun Zhe, we should settle our issues properly now; only one of us can survive today!"
Coldly gazing at the two clones of Sun Zhe before him, Fan showed no signs of surprise. Although Shadow Clone Technique was peculiar, it was not a mystery to Ancient God Strongmen. If he wished, Asura Clan's secret techniques could even allow him to create four clones; however, that would not be particularly useful.
"I gave you a chance; this is all your own doing. No matter who you are, you must die today!"
Fixing his gaze tightly on Fan, Sun Zhe's eyes showed no hint of wavering. Regardless of Fan's identity, his repeated actions had completely disillusioned Sun Zhe. Even if this person truly was his brother, Sun Zhe would not forgive him.
"No, you are wrong; it will definitely be you who dies!"
With a cold smile on his lips, Fan slapped his palm against his chest. A mouthful of essence blood erupted forth as a cross-shaped symbol on his chest instantly shattered. An unimaginable aura of destruction surged from within Fan's body as his already terrifying momentum soared once again.
"Ah..."
The Roar of Madness erupted from Fan's mouth, his handsome face twisted in a fierce expression, blood seeping from his seven orifices. As such terrifying energy surged into him, even with his supreme divine body, he could hardly endure the pain. The powerful wave of energy charged directly towards Sun Zhe, while Fan's entire aura skyrocketed like a rocket, reaching its peak in an instant.
"The last seal has been broken; you will undoubtedly die today!"
A hoarse voice slowly echoed. Unbeknownst to when, Fan's long hair had turned completely white. Under the gusts of Gale, his snow-white hair danced in the wind, and there was not a trace of emotion in his pitch-black eyes. At this moment, Fan's strength was no less than that of any one of the Shura Seven Elders.
"Soul Fusion!"
Sun Zhe's expression darkened slightly as he unhesitatingly shouted the two words. As soon as he spoke, two avatars simultaneously erupted with an incredibly violent aura. Could they really fuse like this? While there were many Shadow Clone Techniques, few could fuse again after splitting. As the two avatars merged, a devastating energy storm suddenly swirled around Sun Zhe.
Moments later, amidst the raging energy storm, Sun Zhe slowly emerged, his long purple hair cascading down to his waist. A peculiar symbol prominently appeared on his forehead, and a Black Longsword was surrounded by three rings of light. His deep-set eyes radiated with brilliant Purple Radiance, exuding an unmatched air of nobility.
"Let’s fight!"
Both spoke simultaneously...
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