Over a dozen emperor-level auras erupted one after another, sweeping across the entire Endless Mountain Range like a tsunami.
They spread continuously toward the Douluo Continent.
The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly froze to the freezing point.
Despair, like a cold tide, submerged everyone.
Even more despairing was that the auras of the Abyss Emperor were still increasing.
One by one, they stepped out from the depths of the passage.
Blood Nine crawled up from the deep pit, his mouth covered in blood. He looked at those emperors and suddenly let out a laugh.
"Almost twenty of them," he said. "Damn, they really think highly of us."
Blood Eight knelt on the ground, her war blade propping up her body; that palm strike from the Three-Headed Demon Bear Emperor had smashed her into the mountain. She tried three times before she could barely stand up.
Blood Seven had been sent flying by the Purple-Winged Dragon Demon's wings, crashing into a giant boulder. The boulder shattered, and he lay in the pile of rubble, his chest caved in, his breath coming out with bloody foam.
Blood Three had been entangled with the Lord of Shadow Abyss for too long. His battle armor was covered in corroded holes, revealing the festering panels inside. He stood where he was, leaning on the tip of his sword to keep himself from falling.
The hole in Blood Five's chest was still seeping blood, and the protection of his three-word battle armor was completely ruined. He covered the wound with his hand, blood flowing like a fountain between his fingers.
Blood One and several legion commanders had gone to block the things deeper in the passage.
They had only just retreated.
Ma Shan, the commander of the Iron Blood Unit, had hands that trembled as he gripped his spiked mace. Having guarded the border for decades, he had seen countless Abyssal Tides, but never a lineup this terrifying.
Over a dozen Abyss Emperor had descended in their true forms, each possessing strength no less than a Titled Douluo. Among them, the leading few were even capable of crushing a Super Douluo!
"Legion Commander..." Ma Shan turned to look at the newly arrived Zhang Huanyun, his voice carrying an uncontrollable tremor.
Zhang Huanyun hovered in mid-air, the Bright Mirror behind him mostly dimmed. He had just exchanged a palm strike with an unknown emperor in the depths of the passage, and his entire right arm was still numb. He was currently using his left hand to form incantation gestures, barely maintaining the mirror's light.
"Those bastards, I really don't know how our ancestors did it back then." Zhang Huanyun sighed. "The true strength of the Abyss is actually this terrifying."
Blood One, the strongest of the Blood God Legion—Cao Dezhi—who had retreated after him, stood by his side. Dressed in black martial attire, four sword souls quietly unsheathed behind him, their sharp Sword Intent almost tearing the sky apart.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that two of the four ancient longswords were humming.
"The passage over there can't be held," Cao Dezhi's voice was calm. "The Seal is truly broken."
He had dealt with the Abyss for decades and knew better than anyone what this meant.
Over six thousand years ago, when the Abyss Plane first descended, it brought ruin to all life on the continent. In the end, it was only when countless powerhouses across the continent burned their own lives that they barely managed to set the Seal.
And now, the Seal was broken. Seventeen... no, in the blink of an eye, it had increased to twenty emperors before them. Yet, they only had the twenty thousand plus soldiers of the Blood God Legion and fourteen Titled Douluo... The battlefield was very quiet.
Those emperors were in no hurry to act; they were appreciating.
Appreciating the looks in these humans' eyes.
Fear, despair, anger, numbness... every gaze brought them pleasure.
"Old Cao, what do we do?" Zhang Huanyun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. His Bright Mirror Domain quietly expanded, a white halo covering the entire battlefield and protecting all the soldiers within it. "If this continues, our entire legion won't last fifteen minutes!"
Cao Dezhi did not answer.
What else could be done?
A fight to the death!
His gaze fell upon Blood Nine, who was embedded in the earth, and then on the repeatedly injured Blood Eight and Blood Seven. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
In the next second, he moved.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only an ultimate silver light, like a meteor piercing the night, instantly traversing the entire battlefield.
The Six-Winged Demon Lord was preparing to finish off Blood Nine when it suddenly felt an extreme sharpness locking onto itself. It jerked its head around to see a figure already appearing before it.
A set of four-word battle armor covered his entire body, as if carved from ice and snow. Nine spirit rings rose behind him, and each time a ring lit up, the surrounding space trembled slightly.
In his hand, he held a four-foot-three-inch longsword. The blade was like water, shimmering with cold ripples. This was his Martial Soul, the Ruthless Sword.
"Abyssal filth, how dare you act so presumptuously in our World?"
Cao Dezhi's voice was cold, just like the sword in his hand.
Although he had been beaten back after trying to block everything in the depths of the passage not long ago, consuming a great deal of energy,
he was still not someone these emperors before him could compare to.
Before his voice had even faded, the Ruthless Sword already pointed diagonally toward the sky. The sky suddenly brightened as a silver sword astral that spanned heaven and earth erupted. Wherever it passed, the dense abyssal energy was split in two, and even space was torn with fine cracks, heading straight for the Six-Winged Demon Lord's head!
This single strike condensed the lifelong Sword Intent of this Tang Sect Sect Leader, Douluo Hall Master, and Limit Douluo—heartless, thoughtless, and peerless!
The Six-Winged Demon Lord's pupils shrank. It could clearly feel the terror of this strike. Its six pairs of bone wings vibrated violently, turning invisible sound waves into a physical barrier in front of it. Simultaneously, dark green abyssal energy gushed frantically from the giant eye in its chest, forming a massive shield.
Clang—!
The entire mountain shook violently. The sound wave barrier shattered instantly, and the abyssal shield was split open by the sword. The sword astral's momentum remained undiminished.
The Six-Winged Demon Lord was instantly slain!
Only now did the attacks from the other emperors barely arrive.
Cao Dezhi snorted coldly, fully deploying his Heartless Domain.
The cold Sword Intent enveloped the field. As soon as those attacks drew near, they were ground into fragments by the invisible Sword Intent.
Several stronger emperors closed in, forming an encirclement.
"Old Cao, don't just focus on fighting by yourself!"
Before Zhang Huanyun's voice had finished, the Three-Headed Demon Bear Emperor had already charged over. Its three heads roared simultaneously, and its dark-gold bear palms, carrying a force that could shake the earth, slammed fiercely toward the Bright Mirror barrier.
At the same time, the Purple-Winged Dragon Demon's three pairs of dragon wings spread, and purple dragon breath sprayed out like lasers, sealing off all paths of retreat for the two.
"Bright Mirror High Above, All Phenomena Reflected!"
Zhang Huanyun's expression remained unchanged as two new Bright Mirrors instantly appeared before him, one facing the bear palm and the other facing the dragon breath.
Boom! Boom!
Two loud explosions erupted simultaneously. When the bear palm struck the Bright Mirror, an identical dark-gold bear palm was instantly reflected, colliding fiercely with the original. The Three-Headed Demon Bear Emperor's massive body was knocked back repeatedly by its own power, and all three of its heads showed expressions of astonishment.
On the other side, the purple dragon breath sprayed onto the Bright Mirror, but instead of exploding, it was entirely absorbed by the mirror. In the next second, an even more concentrated purple dragon breath shot out from the mirror, aiming straight for the Purple-Winged Dragon Demon's head!
The Purple-Winged Dragon Demon was greatly alarmed and hurriedly used its dragon wings to block. The dragon breath slammed hard against the wings, blasting away countless scales and causing dark green blood to splatter.
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