Now, Huang Yi’s incarnation and Xue Huan were both held back.
Xuanwu Xiong, with his imnse strength and dual cultivation of martial arts and magic, managed to restrain Huang Yi’s uncontrolled incarnation. Patriarch Sodoros also temporarily held back Xue Huan using the Divine Artifact [Barbaric Vase].
As for why Xue Huan tead up with Huang Yi, there were no doubts among everyone.
Previously, Huang Yi had already ford an alliance with the Nagas, and after Xue Huan took control of the Naga clan, he could likely maintain this cooperation.
Moreover, Xue Huan had been lurking in The Second World for so long; who knew if he still remained loyal to the Barbarian God or wanted to replace him, which was quite understandable.
"Everyone, disperse, watch out for Xue Huan’s Kiss of Death!" Patriarch Sodoros warned the Void Gods of the Barbarian God Cult.
The group of Void Gods imdiately spread out, dividing into two parts.
One part assisted Xuanwu Xiong and Patriarch Sodoros, attacking the incarnation and Xue Huan from afar on the periphery.
The other part retreated to another area, once again forming a formation to continue helping the Demon Race refine The Second World.
"Roar!" Suddenly, a resounding dragon roar echoed through the void!
A majestic Golden Holy Dragon charged out of the void, spewing Dragon Fla towards the formation of the Barbarian God Cult.
The Void Gods scattered everywhere, and a few were too slow to dodge, getting hit by the Dragon Fla, engulfed in a sea of fire, sizzling as they burned.
The newly regrouped formation was disrupted once again!
This suddenly charging Golden Holy Dragon was none other than Huang Yi’s mount, Little Dragon, now possessing Void God level strength.
The Golden Holy Dragon is one of the Top-Level Dragon Races, with a robust constitution. After reaching the Void God level, it can withstand several ordinary Void Gods.
The part of the Barbarian God Cult’s Void Gods was furious, all turning their anger towards Little Dragon.
In just a short ti, Huang Yi managed to create three powerful forces: the uncontrolled incarnation, Xue Huan, and Little Dragon, forcibly holding back the entire support army of the Barbarian God Cult.
"Ridiculous! Do you think this asly power can hold us back?" Xuanwu Xiong snorted coldly, increasing his attack power, as punches shattering the void exploded wildly upon the incarnation.
The incarnation’s energy was rapidly depleting; if this continued, it would soon breach the 30% warning threshold.
"No worries! You Barbarian God Cult can take your ti! We of the Demon Race now have enough manpower freed up to refine The Second World." At this mont, a nonchalant voice erged from beneath the King of Hell’s hood.
Saying this, he casually waved his hand!
In an instant, the demonic energy around him boiled, swirling madly, eventually condensing into a solid form, transforming into a towering Demon King’s Gate.
From that Demon King’s Gate, demonic energy continuously poured out, spreading into the surrounding interstellar space, shrouding countless stars, dimming their starlight, rendering them vague and indistinct.
Suddenly, the Demon King’s Gate trembled, and a group of ghastly demonic figures erged, bared their fangs and brandished their claws amidst the roiling demonic energy, roaring loudly.
A staggering seventy-two Demon Race experts from the Divine Domain descended with a shock!
This terrifying Divine Domain army of seventy-two exuded an invincible aura, shattering the space around them; wherever they went would crumble, and any world they descended upon would face destruction, nothing could stand in their way!
Among these seventy-two Divine Domain experts, twenty were Void Gods, and the remaining fifty-two were Demigods.
The Demon Race’s might once again shocked everyone; even after declining to this extent, they were still able to dispatch so many unparalleled warriors.
Like a centipede’s toughness after death, a skinny cal is still larger than a horse!
In truth, the Demon Race was able to pull together so many experts thanks to Huang Yi.
A few days ago, Huang Yi ventured into the Demon Race Microcosm, leading to the demise of both the King of Greed and the King of Curses, alongside countless expert deaths, significantly weakening the Demon Race’s power.
However, at the sa ti, the King of Hell swiftly refined the Star of Greed and the Cursed Star, greatly reducing the space of the Demon Race Microcosm and using the imnse power from these two stars to reinforce the microcosm.
Now, the Demon Race Microcosm was reduced to nearly half its peak size, but its stability wasn’t simply proportionally strengthened; it was exponentially enhanced, requiring only a quarter of its peak power to maintain stability, thereby freeing up the remaining Demon Race experts to leave the microcosm.
It can be said that if the King of Greed and the King of Curses hadn’t died, then these seventy-two Divine Domain Demons wouldn’t have been able to co forth!
In addition, the Demon Race issued a recall order, summoning many scattered Demon Race experts from billions of worlds in the Mortal Realm to combat The Second World.
Currently, the Demon Race, in terms of both prestige and territorial scope, had fallen to its lowest point in history. They were gambling everything; as long as they could refine The Second World, there was still hope for resurgence. If this battle failed, it would be irreversible, leading to complete decline, potentially leaving the King of Hell as a lone commander.
"Set up the World-Ending Formation and refine The Second World!" the King of Hell commanded the seventy-two Divine Domain Demons without turning his head.
The seventy-two Divine Domain Demons instantly dispersed, positioned themselves at various points in outer space of The Second World, and ford a gigantic formation.
This was the second ti the Demon Race used the World-Ending Formation to refine the entire The Second World; the last ti was with the help of several Divine Envoys from the Space Temple, with a lineup of 36 Void Gods and 36 Demigods forming the formation.
This ti, the lineup of experts setting up the formation was slightly weaker, with only 20 Void Gods present. However, since The Second World had shrunk by a third, the refinent intensity had not actually decreased.
Soon, endless demonic qi erged from the bodies of 72 Divine Domain demons, transforming into a black barrier connecting with each other, enveloping The Second World.
The barrier was as black as ink, gradually sealing the sky of The Second World, blocking out even the slightest ray of light.
The beings below felt a darkness before their eyes. When they looked up, it seed as though a giant black curtain was slowly being drawn across the outer space of The Second World, ready to completely obscure it.
"World-Ending Formation!"
Almost every player watching the live broadcast across the globe recognized the dark curtain, their faces turning grim.
Originally, The Second World was already trapped by the Lunar Prison, and now, coupled with the World-Ending Formation, it was a certain death scenario!
"Fourth Brother, what a grand move!" At this mont, a grand voice echoed through the starry sky, causing the stars to flicker.
In the distant starry sky, dozens of giant dragons flew over simultaneously—Silver Dragon, Red Dragon, Thunder Dragon, Double-Headed Dragon, and Poison Dragon, mighty and overwhelming...
The three most powerful dragons led at the front, each exuding the aura of Mortal Gods: the Three Great Top Dragon Clans—the Golden Holy Dragon, Holy Giant Dragon, and Dark Demon Dragon.
These three dragons, with overwhelming presence, soared above all, as if kings among the dragons, leading the dragon horde.
These were the closest allies of The Second World—the reinforcents from the Dragon Clan!
The leading trio of giant dragons were the Three Supre Dragon Emperors of the Dragon Clan, who had been Mortal Gods since the Eternal Ancient Era, equivalent in strength to Demon Kings.
The King of Hell turned his head, gazed towards the distant dragon horde, and a playful voice erged from beneath the hood: "It’s been many years, yet my brothers are still so stagnant!"
"Enough! Haven’t the troubles you’ve caused over the years been enough? Father can no longer tolerate it!" the Supre Demon Dragon said sternly.
"Back then, we yielded everything to you, yet you have treated us this way! You have let us down!" the Supre Holy Dragon sighed, shaking his head.
"You have severely damaged the vitality of our Dragon Clan, and we have not yet recovered. Do you feel no guilt at all?!" the Holy Supre coldly questioned.
The Three Supre Dragon Emperors attacked in quick succession, aggressive, as if reprimanding a spoiled child.
"Hmph!" The King of Hell snorted coldly, his tone becoming sharp: "If you had all listened to back then, the Dragon Clan would have already dominated the entire Mortal Realm, and the Dream Tribe, Demon Race, and War Clan would all have submitted to us! Since you are stubborn, I had no choice but to establish my own power. What is wrong with that? This ti, I will spare no cost to refine The Second World. Even if you three weaklings join forces, you are no match for . If you don’t retreat, I won’t hesitate to kill you all. I care nothing for blood ties; to , only strength is truth!"
"What arrogance! It’s been years since we last fought, let your brother see what you’re capable of!" The Supre Demon Dragon’s eyes blazed with anger, his body emanating surging demonic qi, as intense as that of the King of Hell, as if he too had beco a monstrous demon.
"We of the War Clan also desire to challenge the Demon Clan!" Suddenly, a voice filled with boundless war intent echoed from the distant void.
In the distance, a vast expanse of interstellar space shattered by sword and blade, three Mortal Gods of the War Clan led over a dozen Void Gods in a mighty approach.
Each of them had nacing bone spurs, wielding treasured swords and sharp blades, their eyes burning with frenzied war intent, an all-encompassing aura of slaughter engulfing the field instantly.
"This ti, the Demon Clan shall fall into endless darkness." In another section of the void, the voice of the Lord of Darkness sounded lazily.
The bright sunlight vanished instantly, the vibrant starry sky turned pitch black, and over a dozen Void Gods from the Night Clan descended with the night, shrouding the heavens and the earth.
They rged with the darkness, revealing only a few static silhouettes, omnipresent night obeying their commands.
"After this battle, our Qilin Clan will ascend to the ranks of top cosmic races!" Over a dozen Qilins with terrifying horns erged from the distant void, stepping among the stars.
At the forefront was an Ink Qilin with a horn of thunder and lightning, its gaze indifferent, exuding a trace of divine majesty, akin to Xuanwu Xiong, a top-tier powerhouse capable of Divine Enthronent at any mont.
The other dozen Fire Qilins and Water Qilins intersected and ford a realm of ice and fire, crushing forward with the montum of toppling mountains and overturning seas.
...
The appearance of these four reinforcents instantly initiated a sequence of support, and one by one, forces allied with The Second World began to erge.
"The Demon Sword Alliance from Tatu World, here to support The Second World!"
"The Eight Great Bishops of the Void Heavenly Sect, here to support The Second World!"
"The Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Wish Empire, ordered by His Majesty, here to support The Second World!"
"The three protectors of the Skywolf Clan, here to support The Second World!"
In the boundless universe, countless Divine Domain experts suddenly appeared, coming from various worlds and powers, with the strong including several Void Gods and the weak possibly only one or two Demigods.
But regardless of strength, they all resolutely stepped forward, facing The Second World.
The Demon Clan was imdiately surrounded, enemies everywhere in the starry sky, besieged on all sides.
The God of Slaughter is in trouble, support from the entire cosmos!
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