Before it could utter a sound, the colossal figure of the Western God and Demon ford a white pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth. Reaching out from the endless tallic aura, it grasped the massive head in one swift motion.
Then, the imnse White Tiger roared towards the sky, its endless sharpness slicing through the void, and with an irresistible surge of power, it directly twisted the neck of the Corpse Race’s Demon Shadow.
A loud "crack" echoed across the entire battlefield.
Under the joint blessing of the Four Great Ancestral Spirits’ Divine Temples and the amplification of boundless Shaman Power, the most formidable Corpse Race warrior in this city was humiliatingly reduced to a corpse.
Boom! Boom!
The Western Ghost Emperor, Daoist Monarch White, stood towering like the shadow of a white God and Demon within the colossal Geng tal Light Pillar. Endless winds howled, conjuring fierce tallic friction sounds around him.
Like a God and Demon, he casually flung the Corpse Race’s body aside, and with earth-splitting steps, he marched towards this fearso city.
The heavy force transmitted through his gigantic feet caused the ground to tremble, and one could vaguely see the earth’s surface rolling like waves, surging towards the Corpse Race city.
Swish!
At that instant, as if sensing the trendous upheaval, black lights burst from the spires of the Four Great Ancestral Spirit Divine Temples, all converging onto the altar.
On the grand Divine Temple, a spatial rift opened, and a massive shadow erged from within, seating itself on a throne.
Yet the dreadful power did not cease; instead, it gathered more violently, forming an overwhelming storm of force that shattered everything. Even the four towering Divine Temples could not withstand this horrific force and collapsed, while the white bones around the altar instantly turned to dust.
In an instant, half of the city was destroyed by this terrifying force.
The Corpse Race, a race born from death.
Inherently filled with elents of brutality.
Their established power, called the Demon Country, naturally bore the shadow of the Demon Dao, enslaving all spirits and beings, and they felt no empathy for their kind.
"I am the Demon Country, Master of Hatred! Who are you to dare attack my Demon Country!"
A roar filled with emptiness echoed through the heavens and earth, the angry voice reverberating across the sky. The trendous questioning voice caused blood to seep from many warriors’ ears, clearly unable to withstand this horrific energy impact.
However, the gigantic shadow of the God and Demon charging towards the city paid no heed to the words of the Master of Hatred on the opposing altar. The order it received was to eliminate the problem.
Evidently, the Master of Hatred conjured by sacrificing the entire city was just an avatar of the Four Great Ancestral Spirits of the Corpse Race and inherently the greatest nuisance to the shadow of the Western Ghost Emperor God and Demon.
Boom!
Boom!
The walking turned into running, the increased pace caused the ground to give way underfoot with oceanic waves of upheaval, swiftly spreading forward from the origin of every footprint, creating enormous pits on the ground.
Roar!
Roar!
Two towering black shadows, each hundreds of ters tall like skyscrapers, finally clashed in the ruined Corpse Race city.
rely colliding generated an impact stronger than thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.
The shockwave swept across all directions, and the already precarious city buildings could no longer resist, collapsing as the earth quaked and buildings shook.
Boom! Boom!
The massive black shadows, representing the most majestic life force born till now in the Doomsday World, contained energy reaching the current creatures’ limit of endurance, so every collision was a world-shaking, earth-splitting explosion.
The explosions echoed endlessly between heaven and earth, and shortly after, the entire city was utterly destroyed.
The Soul Hall army had long received orders to retreat. As for the presence self-proclaid as the Master of Hatred of the Demon Country, in the relentless collisions with the shadow resembling the Western Ghost Emperor White Emperor Demon God, it vanished when its energy was exhausted.
The once terrifying slaughter city was completely ruined, turning into a massive crater, everything utterly obliterated.
Be it humans or the Corpse Race, both were indirectly buried.
"This Demon Country is no ordinary place; with just the Four Great Ancestral Spirits already so powerful, they can leverage Shaman Power to transcend barriers and even contend with Demon King level entities birthed from the Demon God Egg. Next ti, proper preparation is needed."
Zheng Yi sat serenely at the heart of endless belief, within the Incense Fire Dharma Realm. Invisible rings of wisdom light ford behind him, generating countless sparks of thought collisions, his eyes rippling as if endless information flowed through them.
"Corpse Race, Demon Country, Four Great Ancestral Spirits, Master of the Demon Country..."
...
In the blink of an eye, two years passed.
After dealing with the adjacent Corpse Race Demon City, the Soul Hall and Outer Realm Demon Country engaged in a prolonged war of attrition. Unbeknownst, a long ti had already passed.
During this period, the Doomsday World fell into silence. After continuously conquering ten adjacent Corpse Race Demon Cities, the Soul Hall finally ceased its advance temporarily.
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