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As the formation reversed, the ocean whirlpool that should have aligned with Poseidon's power began to backlash against him. The waters within the whirlpool turned turbulent and unruly, as if they were out of control, transforming into countless sharp ice blades that fiercely attacked Poseidon himself.
Poseidon was taken aback, realizing that his attack not only failed to break the formation but instead became a force that rebounded against him. He hurriedly summoned all his oceanic power in an attempt to stabilize the whirlpool, but it was too late; the strength of the formation had already locked him in place, leaving him unable to escape.
No! This is impossible! Poseidon roared, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the thunderous roar of the formation and the slicing sounds of the ice blades.
In the astonished gaze of the audience, Poseidon's figure was gradually engulfed by the raging oceanic force, ultimately transforming into a wisp of blue smoke that dissipated between heaven and earth.
Yun Chewen stood at the center of the formation, holding a long sword, his robes billowing as if he had just completed a solemn ritual. He slowly sheathed his sword and gazed at the now tranquil arena, a faint sadness flashing in his eyes.
Though he had triumphed over a formidable opponent, this battle had deeply impressed upon him the cruelty and helplessness of this War of the Gods.
Poseidon, may you rest in another world, Yun Chewen whispered softly before turning to leave the arena, leaving behind a crowd buzzing with awe and admiration.
After this battle, Yun Chewen's name resonated throughout the land. With the might of the formation, he had defeated Poseidon, who was hailed as the tyrant of the Blue Domain.
The next battle was set to unfold in the ever-changing battlefield, where all eyes were on a momentous confrontation: one side was Nidhogg from Norse mythology, whose presence was as deep as night itself, scales shimmering with ominous light; each breath seemed capable of swallowing all light from the world.
On the other side stood Jiang Beiyin from the Great Xia Kingdom, cloaked in black robes like a specter emerging from the underworld. His expression was stern, and his eyes revealed an undeniable resolve and coldness.
As Wu Chenzi's authoritative voice echoed throughout the arena, announcing the official commencement of this century's battle, Jiang Beiyin moved like a ghost, leaping onto the arena in an instant. His black robe billowed in the wind, enveloping him in an indescribable aura of eeriness.
A cold smile crept across his lips—a smile that not only harbored a thirst for victory but also concealed excitement and disdain for unknown challenges.
At that moment when he stepped onto the battlefield, an astonishing wave of spiritual energy erupted behind him. A colossal phantom of a Heaven Devouring Python's Martial Spirit appeared; its massive form coiled with lightning and flames, its eyes shining like two brilliant stars radiating destructive light.
This was not merely a display of Martial Spirit; it was a testament to Jiang Beiyin's strength and willpower, signaling that he would consume any obstacle in this battle just like the Heaven Devouring Python itself.
Nidhogg, today I shall experience your dragon might! Jiang Beiyin's voice was deep and powerful, cutting through the crowd's clamor and striking every soul present.
As Jiang Beiyin's words fell, tension gripped the atmosphere in the arena; it felt as if everyone’s breath had momentarily ceased.
Nidhogg—the Dark Dragon from Norse mythology—let out a deafening roar that shook space itself. Its massive body slowly ascended into the air; its enormous wings spread wide enough to cover half of the sky while its eyes glimmered with coldness and cruelty.
Jiang Beiyin remained still on his spot; however, his aura continued to rise. The phantom of Heaven Devouring Python's Martial Spirit coiled around him as if they were one entity, releasing an astonishing pressure.
He slowly raised both hands; within his palms surged spiritual energy like a torrent forming intricate runes—these were techniques he had prepared for a long time.
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