The ascension of God-Lord Heli to the throne of the Divine Lord sparked a chain of battles with the Desolate Lord of Xiling.
Not only was the God-Lord Yuqiang intercepted by a frail old Desolate Lord, but the Desolate King also dispatched three Desolate Lords from the Divine Palaces to the battlefield.
Yan Li emerged from the boundary between the two domains, leaping through space. He did not head to the battlefield to support Heli. Instead, he stood at a location bordering the southern and western battlefields, holding a blood-red war halberd. With his gaze lowered slightly, he seemed to be observing a certain place with divine power.
The next moment,
Three Desolate Lords clad in black armor appeared a thousand zhang in front of Yan Li, watching him silently.
Yan Li looked up at the three Desolate Lords and murmured softly, as if comforting himself, "This way, we can be considered fighting side by side once more."
In Yan Li's eyes, whether it was the Barbaric Ancient Era, this New Divine Era, or his kin from the previous Barbaric Ancient Era, none were as important as Heli. An entire epoch had passed, and he had slumbered for countless years in the river of time. His brother's name was no longer Yan Si, but Heli.
However, none of that mattered. The boy who followed him, tugging at his clothes, was forever imprinted in the deepest recesses of his heart. Whether it was the current Heli or the former Yan Si, he would always be his brother in his eyes; his essence had never changed.
Yan Li and the three Desolate Lords faced each other in silence. Far behind Yan Li, closer to the western battlefield, on a stationary meteor, Xia Kuduo's figure suddenly appeared. He wore blue and white armor, with a pair of crescent moon sabers crossed at his waist.
He first glanced back into the depths of the western battlefield, his brow furrowing slightly, though he wasn't particularly worried. Then, he looked in Yan Li's direction, his expression becoming much more solemn.
On the other side,
God-Lord Yuqiang and Desolate Lord Xiyin were locked in fierce combat. After two hundred exchanges, God-Lord Yuqiang seized a minuscule opening in Desolate Lord Xiyin's defense and unleashed a powerful punch, repelling Desolate Lord Xiyin. He then boomed, "Go!"
Xia Min'ao was faster than thunder and lightning, transforming into a streak of light that vanished in an instant.
Desolate Lord Xiyin stumbled but regained his footing. He sighed and smiled, "All this effort, just to send a child away. Even if that child reaches the battlefield, with his cultivation and power, he won't be able to change anything. He'll only be throwing his life away, perhaps even having his divinity annihilated, unable to be reborn."
God-Lord Yuqiang's expression remained calm as he spoke words that Desolate Lord Xiyin, even if he lived for tens of millions more years, would never understand.
He stated calmly, "Whether he lives or dies, it's hard to say. And even if he goes and loses his life, he will die before his kin, not cower behind and live a life of petty scheming.
Min'ao didn't want to go, and I could protect his life. If he wants to go, I can send him. It's as simple as that."
Desolate Lord Xiyin paused, then sighed slightly, "Forget it. With one more person, nothing will change. As long as you stay here, my mission is accomplished."
God-Lord Yuqiang said nothing further. He simply raised his hand, clenched his right fist, and stepped forward, punching to kill!
On Heli's battlefield, the fighting had entered its white-hot stage. Both the Desolate tribe and the Divine tribe were fighting with bloodshot eyes. The battlefield stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Above, five Demon Kings roared and howled in their fierce combat. Huoli Damingwang was particularly ferocious. In terms of physique, he was the smallest, but in terms of demonic power and combat strength, he was the strongest. His fists were like mountains, and his half-step supreme power made the sky bleed.
Heli and Xiling were still locked in a fierce struggle, with no pause. Wherever they passed, space was shattered by the interplay of fast and slow time, then twisted and collapsed.
The shattered space continuously twisted and collapsed. The two divine powers were twisted into fine threads, becoming streaks of brilliance that fell into the void.
Heli raised his saber and unleashed a slash in mid-air. It was incredibly slow, yet in Xiling's eyes, it was an extremely fast strike. It was so fast that she, with her mid-stage He Yu realm cultivation, almost couldn't react. She hastily raised her short saber, parrying with a swift blow that collided with Heli's blade, barely forcing Heli back and giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Heli was sent flying back, stopping in mid-air. He understood that the law of time should not be used in this manner; it should be applied to more generalized and deeper levels.
However, he was currently unable to properly wield the power of time.
Both had initially grasped the law of time and were engaging in combat in a similar fashion.
This was the true battle of gods. The gods could not approach. Between heaven and earth, there were only the two of them. And for these two, only one could die for this bloody battle to end, as neither would allow another enemy who mastered the law of time to exist in this era.
There was no escape, no way to flee, no way to avoid it. Only a fight to the death remained.
Heli slowly raised his long saber, his eyes fixed on Desolate Lord Xiling. At this moment, his eyes seemed to see the white line symbolizing the river of time, as if it were distant on the horizon, yet also close at hand. His body emanated distorted power, pulling the surrounding space into a warped state, until it became as illusory as a bubble.
Desolate Lord Xiling also raised her short saber. A white line split vertically in her yellow eyes, like a strange snake's pupil. A larger figure appeared behind her, its face indistinct. The figure spread its arms, gently embracing Desolate Lord Xiling from behind. Suddenly, the void behind Desolate Lord Xiling shattered into countless fragments like a mirror.
In battle, there was nothing to say.
In a life-and-death struggle, even more so. There was no mockery, no playfulness, no certainty of victory. There was only the firm conviction to kill the opponent.
All words were spoken through repeated attacks, repeated defenses, and repeated injuries and bleeding. Every clash of blades was their dialogue.
Decisive and swift, no need for words.
They lunged at each other. In the blink of an eye, they had collided countless times. The void continuously left afterimages, which then exploded, distorted, and collapsed. The vast starry sky was filled with the traces of blood and power.
With a flash,
The two appeared not far from each other, then instantly charged at each other again, both carrying an unyielding killing intent.
Xiling thrust her saber forward, piercing Heli's abdomen.
Heli grabbed Xiling's wrist, restraining her. With his right hand, he followed up with a saber strike towards Xiling's neck. Xiling raised her hand, and bone spurs erupted from her arm, attempting to block Heli's saber.
Just as Heli's blade was about to touch the bone spurs, the blade emitted a soft glow. In Xiling's shocked gaze, the bone spurs on her arm instantly receded, turning into fair skin.
This was time reversal!
He only controlled time, reversing the growth of the bone spurs on my arm, without reversing the overall time. How is this possible!
It was like pouring a cup of water onto a table. In Heli's time reversal, it was divided into two parts: one part was placing the cup on the table, and the other part was pouring the water. He only reversed the pouring of the water, not the part where the cup was placed on the table.
Not only could he reverse time, but he could also divide overall time into several parts. This also indicated that Heli had mastered a higher level of the law of time than Xiling.
*Chih!*
A flash of saber light,
Xiling's head was severed by Heli's saber.
Then,
Heli grabbed Xiling's wrist and pulled the short saber out of his abdomen. His internal organs had been shattered by Xiling's divine power. He was bleeding profusely from his mouth, yet he couldn't help but admire Desolate Lord Xiling. Even knowing that he was on the verge of death, she continued to infuse her Desolate God Power, shattering his internal organs to inflict maximum damage.
"Truly worthy of being a Desolate Lord who has fought on the battlefield for countless years. This ruthlessness is not something an ordinary person can match."
Heli chuckled, grabbed Xiling's soul, and without hesitation, his Star God Power flashed, annihilating Xiling's soul, eradicating the root. Such a formidable enemy should not be allowed to revive. Such a thing as Su Wu's fate must never happen again.
He sheathed his long saber, glanced at the ongoing battle, and raised his hand to cover his abdomen, attempting to heal his injuries with divine power.
At this very moment,
In the dim yellow cosmic void, a white point of light appeared. Immediately after, the point of light began to stretch, transforming into a thin white line.
A laughing voice seemed to descend from the heavens, but Heli heard it clearly; the voice came from within the white line.
"Is this the next epoch? You guys waving weapons around wildly, is this the game of this epoch?"
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