Capítulo 1234: Chapter 541: Supre Slugfest
Another long chapter.
Its voice was deep, devoid of any excitent or fervor, but Qin Ming could hear a trace of tragic heroism. Was it preparing for a battle to the death?
“Take care of yourself!” The Five-Colored Treasure Fragnt instead reminded Qin Ming.
No one expected that the ultimate confrontation between supre civilizations would erupt like this—it was unavoidable.
Beneath the vast and dark mountain, the 1808 Heavenly God Illusions seed to be reviving, becoming clearer and more imnse, lifting the entire Holy Mountain and filling the world.
“They’re about to clash directly!”
In the Mountain and Sea Territory of the Golden List, many people turned pale. After this attack, would they still exist in the world?
Not to ntion the young and robust, even the Earth Immortals had never experienced such a grand scene. For the first ti in their lives, they participated in such a supre-scale blood duel.
“Do your utmost to jointly resist the enemy!” a Sevenfold Sun Overlay shouted.
“Steady now; this is just the first collision, nothing significant.”
At this mont, all the Immortals erged, each standing on a peak, unleashing their power, which was absorbed and fused by the Void’s array patterns.
From old to young, everyone was fighting desperately. Despite the intense tension, at the brink of life and death, thinking too much was useless. Fighting to the death was the only way to seek survival.
In the vast Mountain and Sea Territory, immortal fog surged, and people seed to see stars from across the heavens, beams of light shining through the dark sky.
The entire Golden List was rumbling, fully entering a state of external warfare.
It was imprinting the pulse of heaven and earth, the texture of the great way. In the dark world, millions of strands of Golden Radiance seed to resonate with the stars all over the sky.
The mountain and sea form appeared to be evolving towards the Star Sea!
“Don’t be afraid, we’re definitely winning!” Songs of the old Totems echoed from the Totem Sacred Mountain. The mont of a life-and-death battle had arrived, and they were comforting the younger generation.
The dark mountain’s Tao Rhythm cascaded like a waterfall; every inch of the mountain was in resurgence, emitting endless totemic power, gathering the strength of the many powerful figures in its system.
At this ti, the Qi chanism it exuded was incredibly terrifying; even a single strike could flatten a top-level Dojo.
Even an unparalleled Earth Immortal, with their formidable personal power, would appear paper-thin and fragile in the face of such systemic warfare.
The two camps clashed together, the sky and earth turned upside down, the firmant cracked, and the surrounding thick clouds exploded and completely disappeared. The brilliant array patterns resembled countless massive chains of tal, weaving through the sky, intricately intertwined.
In an instant, everyone’s mind was muddled, their vision darkened, and they nearly fainted.
Their five senses were stripped away; only the depth of their souls remained aware, able to hear the rumbling sound, which was the resonance of the Tao, pervasive, also present in the spirit.
A mont later, many people regained feeling; a hot sensation by their ears signaled flowing blood, painful eyes indicated so tissues had ruptured, and the salty taste at the mouth and nose was that of blood and tears.
Then, terrifying rumbling echoed in their ears, light reappeared in their vision, and their senses finally returned, allowing them to perceive the external world again.
“We’re still alive, it’s truly… wonderful!” So young people, newly arrived on the battlefield and long dwelling in the Earth Immortal Palace, were thrilled, tears of excitent in their eyes.
Not only they, but also their uncles, grandfathers, even the Earth Immortal Ancestors of their clan, had never experienced such an array. Everyone was encountering it for the first ti and couldn’t contain their emotions.
At this mont, nothing else was visible. Before their eyes, only the textures of heaven and earth were clear and discernible. Those were the marks of order, dazzling and brilliant, like endless thick thunderbolts, crossing and crisscrossing, nding the tattered sky.
It was imaginable how horrifying this clash was.
The people of both camps felt as if they had survived a great calamity.
In the Mountain and Sea Territory, except for the initial tremors, many people were impacted, but otherwise, it soon stabilized.
anwhile, at a distance, the dark Totem Sacred Mountain was engulfed in black fog. So totem carvings on it, left by those legendary Totem Saints, had dimd slightly.
Standing before the attack array, over a dozen old Totems were lying on the mountain top. After a mont, they got up, consud the Big dicine, and began healing.
“We won!” Upon rising, they imdiately proclaid.
“See that, in that Mountain and Sea Territory, white mist is swirling; they are deliberately concealing the heavenly secrets. At least ten Earth Immortals over there died. They dare not reveal the truth.”
On the Totem Sacred Mountain, upon hearing this, a massive cheer erupted among the middle and young generation, echoing deafeningly across the sky.
In the Golden List Territory, many people felt puzzled. Wasn’t this the initial collision? And the other side clearly seed to be at a disadvantage, so what were they celebrating?
On the Totem Sacred Mountain, a highly ranked and esteed Great Totem communicated, “Previously, when the old, middle, and young generations of both camps exchanged moves, they used underhanded ans, inviting core saints from other civilizations to intervene. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been our match. After all, Yujing is in decline, already disappeared.”
He inspired morale with fervor and excitent. In short, the real situation was: they had won.
“After all, our foundation far exceeds that of the Yujing Camp.”
Moreover, the old Totem stated the “facts,” informing everyone that their “reinforcents” had also arrived, from other supre civilizations, ready to hunt the decaying Yujing Camp.
Behind him, the Totem’s sacred halo was exceptionally bright. He shouted, “Maintain the advantage, lift your spirits, it’s ti for a bloody battle!”
The Golden List was quietly reviewing the situation, simultaneously watching two other mysterious camps, one with a silver sluice undulating in the sky, while a boundless abyss was slowly rising.
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