The planet quivered in the grip of an all-encompassing chaos, a symphony of death and destruction that echoed through its very core. Once a flourishing paradise, it now lay barren and desolate, its majestic landscapes reduced to ashen ruins. The scars of unending war marred the land, a tapestry of devastation that told a haunting tale of shattered dreams and extinguished hopes.
An eerie silence hung in the air, its weight stifling and oppressive. It was a silence broken only by the thunderous explosions that reverberated across the scarred terrain and the anguished cries of the wounded, their voices a haunting lamentation. The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble under the heavy burden of sorrow and despair, a tangible reminder of the planet’s bleak fate.
Amidst this backdrop of doom and gloom, four figures emerged as beacons of both awe and trepidation. Their presence commanded attention, their movements a blur of calculated chaos. In the vast expanse of the sky, their forms danced with deadly grace, their clashes like flashes of lightning illuminating the darkness that enveloped the world.
One of them, a magnificent white-winged serpent, coiled and twisted through the air, its sinewy body an embodiment of both elegance and lethal power.
Beside the serpent floated a man, his ethereal white hair cascading like a waterfall, while his eyes shimmered with a piercing and otherworldly yellow glow. His aura radiated an undeniable might, sin qi swirling around him like a tempestuous storm.
Opposing them were two figures, unwavering in their resolve, their presence a testament to their hard-earned prowess.
The first was a bald titan of a man, his muscles rippling with raw power as he brandished a colossal war axe with ruthless precision. Each swing of his weapon caused shockwaves to ripple through the very earth beneath his feet, shattering the ground in its wake.
Standing tall beside him was an elderly man, his crown of gray hair a testament to the wisdom and resilience etched upon his face.
Clad in flowing white robes, they were the last surviving late dao Integration realm experts, their very existence defying the tide of destruction that threatened to engulf them all.
The tension in the air grew palpable, emotions simmering beneath the surface.
Song Jin, driven by an intense rage, could no longer contain the fiery wrath consuming him. He let out a defiant shout, fueled by his burning anger. "You two monstrous beings! Just you wait until Senior Ji returns. Your demise is imminent!"
Liang’s lips curled in a sneering expression as he replied with disdain, his voice dripping with ridicule. "Return? How foolish of you! Do you honestly believe that both of you will survive once he returns?"
The elderly man named Tang squinted his eyes, his curiosity mingled with perplexity, as his gaze shifted upwards.
Liang noticed the old man’s expression and let out a chuckle, his tone dripping with smugness. "I know what’s running through your mind. You’re wondering why nobody beyond this planet has noticed anything until now, aren’t you?"
A wave of realization washed over Wu Tang’s face, his features contorting into an expression of disgust. It dawned on him that this menacing creature had meticulously orchestrated every detail.
Growing weary of the ongoing battle, Liang declared with an air of indifference, "I’ve grown bored of this skirmish. Let’s put an end to it." As his words reverberated, a vibrant seven-colored rune materialized on his forehead.
A low tremor of anticipation filled the air as a seven-colored rune materialized upon his forehead. The fabric of Liang’s being began to unravel, his form disintegrating into a cascade of white particles that shimmered like stardust. Each particle surrendered to the magnetic pull of a swirling vortex within the seven-colored rune, vanishing one by one until none remained. In the place of the particles stood a white-robed figure, his silver hair glinting in the faint light that struggled to penetrate the darkened sky.
It was Liang in his new form after activating the full power of his rune.
A flicker of his fingers set in motion a cataclysmic event that shook the very foundations of the planet.
A colossal spirit formation, invisible to the naked eye, enshrouded the desecrated world in a dazzling display of arcane power. In perfect synchrony, every living being on the planet succumbed to an unimaginable agony, their bodies wracked with excruciating torment.
Confusion and terror gave way to twisted expressions of suffering as they collapsed upon the scarred earth. From each being, wisps of ethereal Qi emerged, threads of pure spiritual energy that converged towards Liang’s outstretched hand.
With each convergence, Liang felt an unparalleled surge of power coursing through his veins, the strength derived from the very essence of life itself.
It was the All Life Qi Channeling Formation, a seventh-order spirit formation of incomprehensible magnitude. Its purpose: to channel and harness the life force of every living being, and in doing so, empowering its wielder with an indomitable might that defied mortal comprehension.
In that fateful moment, the planet teetered precariously on the precipice of annihilation, its fragile existence hanging by a thread. The battles that had once consumed the world were but a prelude to the all-encompassing darkness that threatened to consume everything.
"This feeling..." Wu Tang’s voice trailed off as he released a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "It’s unmistakable. This serpent possesses the aura of a Void Transformation Realm expert."
Song Jin’s face darkened, disbelief etched upon his features. Never in his wildest dreams had he considered the possibility that this monster could harbor such immense power. It was a revelation that shattered his preconceived notions, leaving him reeling with a mix of awe and trepidation.
In the silence that hung heavily between them, both experts locked eyes, a mixture of understanding and wariness passing between them. The battlefield had transformed, the stakes raised to unprecedented heights.
Not giving them any heed, with an imperious gesture, Liang commanded the elements to bend to his will. The air crackled with anticipation as storm clouds gathered overhead, swirling with volatile energy. Thunder rumbled across the heavens, heralding the impending unleashing of a cataclysmic force.
As the storm intensified, a complex web of glowing symbols and sigils manifested beneath Liang’s feet. These spirit runes, imbued with the essence of the formation and Void Dao, linked together in perfect harmony, forming an ethereal circuit of unimaginable power.
With a commanding shout, Liang activated the spirit array, causing the runes to glow with an intensity that rivaled the sun. Life Qi surged through the circuit, crackling with raw power as they converged towards a central point.
From the heart of the spirit array, a colossal vortex materialized, a swirling maelstrom of sheer destructive force. It consumed everything in its path, devouring the very essence of existence itself. The ground quaked, and the air shimmered with flickers of unstable reality as the vortex distorted space and time.
From the depths of the vortex, shadowy figures emerged. They were the embodiments of chaos and despair, their forms shifting and morphing with every passing moment. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly malice as they looked at the experts.
"Senior Wu, what is happening here?" Song Jin took a deep breath, sensing the overwhelming presence of Dao Integration realm experts emanating from the shadowy figures.
Wu Tang let out a heavy sigh, realizing the immense challenge they were facing. Despite the intensity, he wasn’t the least bit afraid. To him, death was merely another experience to be embraced.
With a wave of Liang’s hand, the shadowy figures unleashed devastating attacks upon their targets.
The battle raged on, the clash of powers creating a tempestuous symphony of death and destruction. Each strike reverberated through the planet’s core, causing the very ground to quake and crumble beneath the weight of the chaos. The air crackled with electricity as lightning danced across the ashen ruins, illuminating the shattered landscapes in brief, flickering flashes.
Song Jin, fueled by his intense rage, fought with a wild and untamed fury. His every movement was a whirlwind of violence, his strikes cutting through the air with a raw and savage power.
Beside him, Wu Tang fought with a grace and precision that belied his elderly appearance. Each strike he delivered was like a master painter’s brushstroke, calculated and deliberate. He moved with a fluidity that seemed to defy the laws of physics, dodging and weaving with an almost supernatural agility. His attacks were precise and targeted, exploiting the weaknesses of his opponents with surgical precision.
But despite their formidable skills, Song Jin and Wu Tang found themselves outmatched by the overwhelming power of Liang and his shadowy minions.
As the battle reached its climax, an aura of despair hung heavy in the air. Song Jin and Wu Tang fought with every ounce of their strength, refusing to yield to the overwhelming darkness that threatened to consume them. But in the end, their efforts were in vain. Their bodies were battered and broken, their spirits crushed beneath the weight of their defeat. They fell to the ground, lifeless and motionless, their eyelids forever closed, their souls forever silenced.
Liang’s eyes moved to Kai, his brow furrowing with curiosity. Kai sat in a cross-legged position, exuding an air of tranquility and focus. As Liang observed, the crimson vortex that had encircled Kai seemed to melt into thin air, leaving behind no visible remnants.
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However, it wasn’t the absence of the vortex that caught Liang’s attention; it was the transformation that followed.
A surge of energy radiated from Kai, an indescribable force that seemed to wrap around him like an ethereal cloak.