The Sword Master and Dragon King revealed their trump cards.
One refined chaos into a sword, the other drew upon chaotic true spirits to assault the enemy's ordered Great Dao.
"Me..."
Chen Fan pondered seriously.
Then, he saw the Immortal Emperor's predicament.
The Immortal Emperor was in grave danger, teetering on the brink of death.
The power of his Great Dao began to compress, to collapse.
He was about to self-destruct.
But the surrounding enemies seemed to have anticipated this. They kept their distance, launching ranged attacks with divine abilities, denying the Immortal Emperor the chance to detonate himself and harm them.
"Bastards."
The Immortal Emperor roared in anger, time and again.
But all his efforts were in vain.
The enemies gave him no opportunity.
"Hoo."
Chen Fan exhaled, looking at the battlefield around the Immortal Emperor, and smiled, "I'll start with you lot."
There were many.
Over a dozen Seventh-Tier Great Emperors were toying with the Immortal Emperor.
This felt… not good.
"Immortal Emperor."
Chen Fan suddenly spoke.
The enraged Immortal Emperor turned his head, their gazes meeting.
Chen Fan raised his hand, reaching gently towards the Immortal Emperor's location, his voice slowly resonating, "Kill."
"Heh."
The Immortal Emperor grinned.
His long-suppressed fury instantly turned to madness, "Kill!"
His five fingers, like mountains.
"Sky Seal."
Still the power of the Heavenly Crown.
Space was sealed for a fleeting moment. In that brief instant, the Immortal Emperor, wielding his black-gold great staff, struck 'bang, bang, bang'… all over a dozen Seventh-Tier Great Emperors were smashed to death.
Dragon King: "???"
This… was your method?
He looked at Chen Fan, his face filled with bewilderment.
"Heh."
Chen Fan grinned.
Yes, this was his method.
The dozen Seventh-Tiers' physical bodies disintegrated, but their Great Daos remained. As long as their Great Daos persisted, they would not die.
However, what happened next stunned everyone.
Even though the Great Dao power of those dozen Seventh-Tiers still existed, their shattered physical bodies showed no signs of movement.
No convergence, no rebirth.
These were over a dozen Seventh-Tiers, just floating silently on the battlefield.
Their Great Dao power slowly dissipated.
"This is..."
Those who witnessed this scene saw their pupils contract.
What had happened?
Their Great Dao remained, their physical essence was intact, and even their shattered souls had not dispersed.
With so many prerequisites met, it wasn't just a Great Emperor, even a Half-Emperor could have achieved rebirth from a drop of blood.
Over a dozen Seventh-Tier Great Emperors, just floating there, without a sound, dying as if they were ordinary people.
"What's the situation?"
"A special Great Dao?"
"..."
Bewilderment.
Swish!
Faintly, someone heard the sound of flowing water.
"Rules."
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "He modified the rules of this place."
Countless people were aghast.
Chen Fan had actually modified the rules.
In an instant, the Dragon King and Sword Master understood.
Under these rules, no rebirth was allowed.
"City Lord Chen."
Boom.
The opportunity the Dragon King saw, the Sword Master couldn't fail to notice.
Others, naturally, could see it too.
"Tremor."
With the Dragon King's roar, the chaotic true spirits churned once more.
The Sword Master raised his sword.
This incredibly heavy strike shattered three Eighth-Tier Great Emperors who were already shaken, and simultaneously, the sword's edge swept them up, their physical bodies pulled into Chen Fan's domain of rules.
"..."
Silence.
Three Eighth-Tiers had just died.
The rules prohibited rebirth.
Killing peers was difficult.
Without overwhelming strength, instant kills were rarely achieved.
Chen Fan and his allies had done it.
The Dragon King controlled, the Sword Master killed, and Chen Fan annihilated.
Effortlessly.
Three Eighth-Tiers had fallen.
"Stop them."
The powers from the West had grim expressions.
The combined might of these three was indeed troublesome, especially Chen Fan, who could modify rules.
Such a method was beyond even Eighth-Tiers, let alone Seventh-Tiers.
"Boom."
Instantly, a full six Great Emperors moved to surround and attack Chen Fan.
"City Lord Chen."
The Chaos Demonic Butterfly attacked.
Its wings tore open the sky, and it ripped through five Seventh-Tiers and one Eighth-Tier before it.
It, too, had seen an opportunity.
Buzz.
The water world enveloped them.
No one could see, except Chen Fan.
Six more people died.
Only their Great Dao power and shattered bodies remained suspended.
"Boom."
Six Eighth-Tiers descended.
"Kill."
The six men's faces were grave as they directly began to surround and attack Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had no choice but to turn and face them.
These were six Eighth-Tiers, working in powerful concert, striking Chen Fan until he bled and retreated.
Chik.
Silver light flashed, space warped.
"Seal."
Among the six Great Emperors, one was adept in the Great Dao of Sealing, directly locking down heaven and earth.
With a 'bang,' Chen Fan crashed into the seal, unable to escape the encirclement.
He then turned to leave.
The seal was strong, and Chen Fan was confident he could break it.
But it would take time.
Once he focused his energy on breaking the seal, the remaining five would launch a combined assault.
"See where you're going."
The five charged with ferocious intent.
Rumble.
The five, each with their own methods.
Mainly offense, defense, control… incredibly troublesome.
"Bang."
Chen Fan was outmatched and defeated.
"Boom."
In the distance, another massive explosion resounded.
A Chaos Race Great Emperor had self-destructed.
Screech.
A piercing phoenix cry echoed through heaven and earth.
It was the Phoenix Master who had self-destructed.
This second strongest of the Dragon-Phoenix Domain had also reached her limit. Unfortunately, her self-destruction failed to take any enemies with her, and she perished, her spiritual consciousness scattered.
The Dragon King saw it, but his eyes remained emotionless.
It wasn't that he didn't feel pain, but rather… he had no opportunity to grieve.
The Chaos Race had suffered too many casualties.
The Life-Death Realm and Sword Domain were similarly devastated.
Especially the Sword Domain.
The primary attackers of the Sword Domain employed relentless, life-and-death tactics upon encountering enemies. Their methods were too singular: strike with the sword, strike again, and again.
Of the Sword Domain, only the Sword Master and the Death Sword Emperor remained.
All other Great Emperors had fallen.
Next was the Life-Death Realm.
Chen Fan was alive, as were Old Demon Chu, the Immortal Emperor, and the Sky-Piercing Rat… four of them had survived.
All the rest had perished.
This was a battle that brought despair.
Roar.
The roars of Chaos Beasts echoed through the heavens. Besides the dozens of Great Emperors brought by the Chaos Demonic Butterfly, few remained under the Dragon King's command.
The West had won.
The alliance of the East and North, in the end, was no match.
The enemy's number of Great Emperors still approached a hundred.
"Boom."
Another explosion resounded.
A Great Emperor under the Dragon King, one resembling a bull, was shattered before he could even self-destruct.
"Kill."
The powers of the West swarmed in.
No one held back.
Victory was at hand. Though countless lives had been lost, they had ultimately won.
"Old Demon Chu,"
Suddenly, Chen Fan shouted, "Detonate the Demon Master."
The two were still locked in a stalemate.
But enemies were already heading towards him. Old Demon Chu, at Seventh-Tier, was holding off a top-tier Eighth-Tier, which was already a glorious feat.
Old Demon Chu heard him and, without hesitation, said,
"Detonate!"
Boom.
The gluttonous maw of the Taotie exploded.
The Demon Master within cried out, battered and bruised by the explosion, yet he still survived.
In contrast, Old Demon Chu was on his last breath.