Chapter 706 The Demon's Power Resurges, A Fierce Battle, Suppressed with a Flick of the Finger!
The void was like a calm sea surface tossed with billions of tons of divine iron.
It twists and wrinkles, then suddenly collapses and crumbles inward!
All that could be seen was two extremely brilliant and extremely terrifying sword intents, like a world-destroying volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, colliding violently at one point.
A pitch-black darkness, like an eternal night, devoured endless light and corroded the laws of nature.
Wherever it passed, even space itself groaned and turned into a viscous liquid.
The other path was as dazzling as the divine light of creation, majestic and righteous, tearing apart all gloom and obstacles, carrying an unparalleled will to shatter fate and transcend reincarnation.
At the center of the collision, an extreme black light exploded.
It was as if the sun and moon were revolving, and heaven and earth were shattered, signifying the complete death of the void.
The runes of the Great Dao of Space are the fundamental laws that constitute the framework of the world.
At this moment, it was like an ice crystal thrown into a furnace, breaking apart inch by inch, emitting a piercing wail.
Suddenly, a black hole appeared, a twisted chaotic vortex that frantically tore at everything around it—light, laws, and overflowing primordial energy.
Even the fragments of those two shattered sword intents were mercilessly swallowed up!
That was the prototype of a black hole!
It is a forbidden land that even ordinary Saint Realm experts are unwilling to set foot in.
However, this terrifying scene, which was enough to destroy a vast world, did not last long.
From the direction of that dazzling sword intent, layers upon layers of fine, dust-like Dao patterns surged forth.
In a way that is almost Taoist, the violent and destructive energy is transformed.
The nascent black hole was obliterated into the most primordial nothingness.
The space was like a piece of white paper being gripped by an invisible hand and shaking wildly.
It emitted a creaking, trembling sound as if it were struggling under the weight, before slowly returning to a deathly stillness.
The ripples of destruction dissipated, revealing the scene at the center of the battlefield.
The Netherworld God King, the invincible one who once looked down upon an era and silenced the powerful beings of all realms.
Even though it is only a wisp of a mark that is close to the level of a god-king, it still possesses majesty and power that surpasses the mortal world.
But now, on his demonic body, which is constructed from pure demonic energy and ancient laws.
A clear sword wound was visible on his chest, almost piercing through him.
At the edge of the wound, the brilliant sword intent and the pitch-black demonic energy were still fiercely clashing, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound, preventing the wound from healing.
The gushing black divine blood carried a nauseatingly sweet and ominous scent.
It flows out from it, dripping down onto the vast earth below.
Each drop of that black blood was as heavy as a mountain, containing fragments of the laws of the Netherworld God King and endless deathly stillness.
They crashed onto the scorched, shattered landscape.
Instantly, towering black smoke rose, and the earth seemed to be corroded by the most potent poison, groaning in pain as it rapidly melted and collapsed.
It formed bottomless, filthy swamps, where a thick aura of death permeated the air.
A thousand miles of land were instantly transformed into a desolate wasteland, with withered vegetation, crumbling rocks, and even the earth's veins were polluted and severed.
On the other side, Ye Tian stood still, his body spotless.
He was still dressed in snow-white robes, his pristine whiteness like a dream amidst the swirling dust stirred up by the energy storm.
His face was calm, his eyes deep, reflecting the devastation of the shattered landscape and the overwhelming demonic energy before him, yet he remained unmoved.
Behind him, a towering phantom of a god-king stood majestically.
The phantom was identical to him in appearance, but even more majestic and ancient, as if it had descended here from the long river of time.
The phantom was surrounded by chaotic energy, with boundless divine light flowing through its body.
Simply by standing there, an invincible aura of suppressing the heavens and earth and sweeping across all star fields permeated the air.
They steadily withstood the overwhelming demonic power of the Underworld God King, and even subtly suppressed it.
"Uh……"
The King of the Underworld looked down at the hideous wound on his chest, feeling the lingering sword intent that was constantly eroding his life force.
In those deep, dark eyes, a look of disbelief and bewilderment flashed across them.
Immediately, it was replaced by a fury powerful enough to incinerate the stars and a chilling cold that penetrated to the bone.
He is the King of the Underworld!
Once, in the distant past, he trod upon the corpses of countless gods and demons, ascended to the pinnacle, suppressed an entire era, and roamed the eight directions of the universe without any opponent!
His fame was forged with the blood and bones of countless gods and holy spirits, which once overshadowed the pride of an era and made the great Dao of the heavens tremble!
Its cultivation level had already reached the pinnacle of the God Emperor realm, and it was only one final leap away from glimpsing a higher level of scenery.
Even now, though it is just a trace, it carries a portion of his fighting spirit and understanding of the laws.
His power level has also firmly reached the peak of the True God realm, close to the God King realm. He is enough to sweep away the vast majority of True Gods and can destroy galaxies and annihilate billions of lives in the blink of an eye.
But now... he's been injured!
He was injured by a so-called emperor who was clearly still in the realm of humanity and had not even truly crossed the threshold of the divine path!
Black blood dripped incessantly, each drop seeming to mock his past glory.
The wound was throbbing with pain originating from the very source of the Great Dao.
It was relentlessly tearing apart his pride and dignity as an invincible man.
"impossible……"
A hoarse, suppressed voice, like the collective roar of billions of wronged souls in the depths of hell, squeezed out from the throat of the Underworld God King.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the still-unsettled energy turbulence.
His gaze was fixed on Ye Tian's calm, chilling face.
"I...do not believe it!"
A roar that shook the heavens and earth!
The entire Burial Abyss shook violently at this roar, countless floating giant mountains collapsed, and the earth cracked open into even deeper ravines.
"Ants in the realm of humanity, lives as weak as dust! How dare you harm my divine emperor's body?!"
Even if it is only a trace, it will sweep away everything. You are only fit to kneel and become food to nourish my demonic power!
His eyes darkened completely, as if they held the birth and death of the universe and a raging sea of blood.
There is also a kind of almost insane resentment and murderous intent, like that of someone bitten by an ant.
This reality, which defied his understanding, made him feel an unprecedented sense of shame.
And a slight tremor, hidden deep within his invincible belief, which he himself was unwilling to admit.
"Roar!!!"
The King of the Underworld suddenly opened his arms, making a gesture as if embracing the entire Burial Abyss.
He stopped trying to suppress the sword wound in his chest and let the black blood flow freely.
It was as if this pain was being offered as a sacrifice to unleash an even deeper and more terrifying power.
"The Abyss of Gods, the Source of All Demons! Hear my command, return!"
Boom! !
With his roar, imbued with ancient covenants and supreme magic.
The Abyss of Burial Gods is an unfathomable, ultimate dark depth that can even devour divine thoughts.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar, like ten thousand horses galloping or billions of demons awakening, resounded!
The next moment, endless demonic energy, like a world-destroying flood suppressed for billions of years, finally broke through the dam and gushed out wildly from the bottom of the abyss!
It was a viscous, ink-like substance, heavy as mercury, containing the most primordial chaotic, corrupt, and lifeless will of the innate demonic energy!
They coalesced into massive, mountain-like black demonic dragons, roaring and howling as they tore through the void, surging madly into the body of the Underworld God King with a world-destroying force.
"Buzz!"
The demonic body of the Netherworld God King was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring the vast and endless demonic energy of the Burial God Abyss.
The sword scar on his chest, which was originally dazzling but was constantly eroding his life force, was now being cleansed and nourished by such a massive amount of primordial demonic energy.
It healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the flesh writhed, the magic patterns regenerated, and in the blink of an eye it was restored to its original state without leaving a single scar.
Moreover, his figure, which was originally somewhat illusory due to being just a wisp of a mark, has now become incredibly solid, as if a real demonic body has descended!
The overwhelming demonic power surged ever higher, seemingly without end.
The void surrounding him could not withstand this power, constantly shattering and reforming, only to shatter again.
Dark demonic flames raged across his body, burning down the sky and turning the earth beneath his feet into nothingness in large swathes.
The pair of demonic eyes completely transformed into two spinning black vortexes.
It devours light, devours divine thoughts, devours all life.
At this moment, the aura of the Underworld God King was several times stronger than before!
He stood there, like the source of all destruction, a symbol of the end.
"You dare to force me to activate the Burial God Source Qi, you ant, you have every reason to be proud! But this is where it ends!"
The voice of the Underworld God King became grand and indifferent, carrying a coldness that held the power of life and death and judged all living beings.
"This is a forbidden divine power recorded in the chapter of the Myriad Transformations Demonic Art!"
The Burial of Gods! This technique has been used to annihilate more than one God Emperor of the same level! Today, this technique will be used to obliterate you, a variable that should not exist in this world.
"Turn your flesh and blood, your soul, your Dao fruit, all into nothingness!"
He slowly moved his hands across his chest, the trajectory of which was mysterious and unpredictable, eliciting countless cries of sorrow.
Boundless demonic energy, the ancient malevolent energy accumulated in the Burial God Abyss, and fragments of his own original laws all converged between his hands.
A thin beam of dark light, seemingly compressed and condensed from countless miniature black holes, is slowly taking shape.
Even before the beam of light had fully shot out, the aura it emitted caused the phantom of the God King behind Ye Tian to ripple slightly, making the divine souls and thoughts of the surrounding spectators seem to be instantly annihilated.
That is the ultimate meaning of annihilation, a terrifying power that can even bury the Great Dao of Gods!
The spacetime structure is disintegrating on its own, turning into the most basic particles.
Bury the gods and destroy the light!
Forbidden supernatural power, a desperate gamble!
Faced with this ultimate killing technique, which could drive even a true god to despair and extinguish the stars, we are now facing a deadly threat.
Ye Tian's calm expression was finally broken.
A slight smile played on his lips, his fighting spirit rising and burning fiercely.
Then rises an absolute majesty that transcends all things!
He did not adopt any defensive or evasive stance.
They didn't even look at the dark, calamity-bringing light that was gathering, enough to destroy everything.
He simply raised his right hand slightly, the movement slow and natural, like brushing a fallen leaf off his shoulder.
As he moved, the phantom of the God-King behind him, which suppressed the heavens and the universe, also raised its enormous right hand, which seemed to be formed from boundless starlight and chaotic energy.
There was no dazzling burst of divine light, no deafening roar.
There was only an indescribable force that, as the palm was raised, frantically gathered and surged, surpassing all limits!
Ye Tian's lips parted slightly, uttering words.
Yet it seemed to be a decree of the heavens, a divine oracle transmitted from the most ancient times, spanning countless ages.
Each syllable carried a weight as heavy as the Milky Way, resounding through the shattered void and deep within the souls of every living being who peered into this place.
"I am the Emperor of Heaven!"
"When all enemies in the world are annihilated."
The moment the words fell, the phantom of the god-king slowly pressed down with its raised hand.
It wasn't aimed at that one beam of divine annihilation light, but rather it covered the entire world where the Netherworld Evil God King was located, covering his past, present, and even possible future traces!
As that palm struck, the Dark Evil God King's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints!
In his perception, and indeed in the perception of all powerful beings who could witness this scene.
What fell was not a hand at all.
That is a vast and boundless ancient history!
The world lost its color, and all roads wailed in sorrow.
Demonic energy, calamity light, and divine emperor laws all appear so insignificant and trivial in the face of the overwhelming power represented by this palm strike.
Like a candle flame in a storm, it was instantly submerged and crushed by the invisible, mighty torrent!
"Do not!!!"
The Netherworld God King roared, unleashing the Burial God Calamity Light, which was a culmination of his life's cultivation and the original demonic energy of the Burial God Abyss.
It couldn't even shoot out; it crumbled inch by inch, disintegrating into the most primal stream of light, all within the force of the falling palm.
He tried to struggle and resist, but found himself trapped in an endless quagmire.
It was as if they were rejected and suppressed by the entire world.
"What kind of law is this? What kind of Dao is this! The realm of humanity... how is it possible to possess such power?!"
