“Ahhh—!” Shi Hao roared, his body radiating light, divine flames soaring into the heavens, his black hair swept backward as he layered his Treasure Spells, unleashing his most devastating strike.
At this moment, his aura shook heaven and earth. Countless ancestral phantoms emerged, the spirits of fallen warriors lining up to witness this life-or-death clash!
A battle hymn reverberated, growing louder and louder until it thundered across the skies, carrying their unwillingness, their final shred of hope and longing!
**Crack!**
Black lightning streaked densely across the sky, blood rained down in torrents, and the entire world turned crimson, waves of blood churning from the heavens to the earth!
This was real—not an illusion!
On the ground, countless corpses appeared, the tragic remnants of ancient ancestors in their final moments.
“Annihilate them all!” He Wushuang bellowed, gray mist swirling around him as he descended like a demon sovereign, unstoppable, his aura countless times more terrifying than before.
**Boom!**
He unleashed a peerless technique, transforming into a black abyss that sought to devour everything, plunging his surroundings into absolute darkness.
One shone brilliantly, erupting like a blazing sun.
The other was boundless darkness, devoid of hope, like the most terrifying abyss in the universe.
These two, polar opposites, collided!
This was the most intense battle—the most brutal clash!
Shi Hao, with a heart set on victory or death, delivered his ultimate strike. In this moment, he forgot everything—no fear, no thoughts, only the most devastating attack!
In his ears, he could hear the distant cries of his ancestors, sorrowful, urging him to turn back, to not throw his life away. Yet he only wanted to fight, to slay this so-called leader!
Sound faded. Sight blurred. Everything dissolved. Shi Hao felt himself disintegrating, collapsing, perishing!
“Ah, no!” In the distance, Little Rascal regained consciousness, screaming in horror.
“Master!” The Blood Phoenix Lion was stunned. Though bloodthirsty and savage, even it felt fear now.
At the center of the battlefield, nothing remained. A great collapse occurred as light and darkness clashed, birthing the most terrifying spectacle—the heavens and earth reversed, as if thrown back to the primordial era of creation!
In this moment, there was no sound, contrary to the imagined deafening roar.
Only destruction. Only decay. Everything shattered, leaving nothing intact.
Chaos energy surged, the world fractured, and the two combatants vanished, swallowed by the light—their fates unknown.
Yet, judging by the magnitude of the shockwaves and the terrifying aura of annihilation, it was unlikely they survived. They should have perished!
Still, silence reigned, save for the blinding beams of light that seared the eyes, making it impossible to look directly.
Finally, the divine radiance dimmed, revealing a wasteland. Within the void’s massive fissures, chaos surged, and at last, dreadful sounds echoed forth.
Too brutal. In this clash, both had unleashed their most transcendent techniques!
The battlefield was unrecognizable!
Now, blood dripped from the void’s cracks, splattering onto the parched earth.
A gruesome sight—half of Shi Hao’s body, a severed arm, a shattered fist!
The golden ant let out a wail, its eyes nearly splitting from grief, unable to accept that its companion, who had journeyed with it, had been slain.
It knew that creature from the other realm was monstrous—capable of slaying its fully grown siblings, unrivaled in its domain, unfathomable.
Yet, witnessing this tragedy firsthand, it couldn’t bear it. Was this how its brothers and sisters had died?
Seeing the severed limbs, the shattered fist, the bone fragments stained with blood, its heart shattered. It howled—kin slain, comrades cut down—unacceptable!
“Hahaha…!” The Blood Phoenix Lion laughed wildly, exultant and thrilled. The human youth’s death meant He Wushuang had won—the best outcome, in its eyes.
Otherwise, it had truly been worried!
That human was extraordinary. Had he lived, he would have been a calamity.
“My master bears the title ‘Peerless Under Heaven’—how could the descendant of failures compare? He was destined to die, should have submitted long ago!” The lion roared with arrogance.
The golden ant, eyes bloodshot, charged forward, desperate to gather Shi Hao’s remains, unwilling to let him meet such a wretched end.
“Little insect, still defiant? Your fate will be just as grim. My master dealt with him—you’re next! Kneel and await judgment, or die! Ah, how I miss the taste of Heavenly Horned Ant flesh—so exquisite, unforgettable!” The lion sneered, provoking relentlessly.
It didn’t want the ant to survive, didn’t want He Wushuang to spare it. It sought to enrage the ant, to ensure its death.
“Hmm?” Soon, the lion noticed something amiss. The ant had frozen, stunned.
A chill ran down its spine. Why hadn’t its master appeared yet? It peered ahead.
Within the void’s fissure, more than one type of blood dripped—silver-gray mingled with crimson.
“What?! Master!” the lion shrieked.
He Wushuang was there too. His blood was mostly red, but streaks of silver-gray—his essence—flowed within.
Had all his blood turned silver-gray, he would have achieved immortality!
Once hailed as “Peerless Under Heaven,” yet now his body was torn apart—cleaved in half, an arm severed, a hand shattered.
This battle was too brutal. Mutual destruction. Both lay motionless, as if extinguished!
“Good, you died too!” the golden ant roared.
The lion paled. He Wushuang, so mighty, had fallen here? Unthinkable!
He was one of the leading figures of the younger generation from the other shore, peerless in strength, bearing the title “Peerless Under Heaven.” How could he lose?!
And at the cost of his own life!
“No! My master cannot die! He has slain the greatest young talents of this world, even beheaded Heavenly Horned Ant siblings! How could he fall now?” The lion trembled.
It was terrified. He Wushuang’s status was too exalted, his origins too terrifying. If he died here, the lion would suffer as well.
“Shi Hao! Are you alive?!” the ant cried, its emotions in turmoil as it finally thought to check—what if he still lived?
“Master, don’t die! This can’t be real—it’s an illusion!” The lion howled, lunging into the spatial rift.
“Ah—!” The ant screamed.
Within the void’s fissure, Shi Hao’s body was halved, his head gone—severed at the neck, a bloody, horrific sight.
Nearby, the lion too trembled, its fur standing on end, consumed by dread.
In another black fissure, it found He Wushuang’s lower jaw. Where was the rest of his head?
Where?!
Now, both the lion and the ant went mad, searching frantically while guarding against each other’s treachery.
The dark fissure refused to close, held open by some mysterious force.
Then, from the depths of the void’s rift, a terrifying aura emerged, making the ant’s soul quake with primal fear.
What was—?
They froze. Through divine sight, they beheld a horrifying scene—one they might never witness again.
In the deepest part of the void’s rift stood a hall, wrapped in chaos energy, vast beyond measure. Its doors stood open, and within, two entities faced each other.
“Is that… the Chaos Hall?!” The lion shrieked, cold sweat pouring as panic nearly sent it fleeing.
Had Shi Hao known, he would have been stunned—this was the stuff of legends!
Across the three thousand provinces and the Nine Heavens, three sights were most feared during void travel. The first: a bloodstained black ship, an omen of the bizarre and inauspicious.
Shi Hao had once seen—and boarded—that ship. The Great Luo Sword Embryo came from there, as did his knowledge of the Seven Kings of the Frontier!
But the Chaos Hall was even more terrifying than the black ship!
Today, it had appeared here. Within it, something dreadful was about to clash—a battle of annihilation!
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