Chapter 814 - 514: War of the End! (Double - ) (2)

Chapter 814: Chapter 514: War of the End! (Double Chapter) (2)

"Please enlighten us, ancestors."

Both of them did the same, and the other grandmasters, acknowledging the appropriateness, followed suit and paid their respects.

From a distance, Chongsi, having regained his composure, was watching the situation here, yet dared not act recklessly.

"Damn it! What was that spectral shadow about? I just contacted our White-haired Worm ancestor, and then all the shadows were destroyed!" Chong Hao shook his heavy head, floated back, and said through gritted teeth.

He had intended to extract the bloodline of the White-haired Worm ancestor, but now all the residual souls of the Ancient Race had dispersed, and his intention was naturally void.

On the other side, Celestial Venerable Mo and the King of the Nine Netherworlds also dared not act rashly.

The spectral shadow suddenly raised its head, looking at the faint light coming down from the crack in the ground above.

The next moment, the spectral shadow spread its arms and disassembled itself into numerous lights.

The lights, like fireflies, shot into everyone’s forehead before anyone could react, including those Great Demons in the distance.

No one could react in time, whether it was Song Changming, Hua Sichen, or those few Demon Kings—none were exceptions.

The fireflies entered their bodies, and all humans and demons bowed their heads, closed their eyes, and remained motionless.

When Song Changming came back to his senses, he only heard the sound of slaughter in his ears, as if coming from far away, fierce and intense, shaking his heart and spirit.

He felt a sense of familiarity with these sounds of slaughter.

Wasn’t this the sound they had heard outside the entrance to the Celestial Ruins Realm, loud enough to unsettle even a martial arts grandmaster’s heart!?

It had left a lasting impression on all of them back then.

Now, this sound had reappeared!

But what was different this time was that the sound of slaughter was getting closer, finally so near as if it were happening right beside him.

Song Changming suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Where... is this?!"

As he looked around, he found himself truly standing on a battlefield.

The light of swords and shadows of blades resounded intensely around him, and he could even smell the pervasive scent of blood, as if telling him that all this was real, not an illusion!

"Impossible!"

He clearly remembered he had just been in the Celestial Ruins Realm, in that underground cemetery, facing the last spectral shadow and the ancestors of the Human Race.

"How could I be on this battlefield?!"

"Is it still an illusion..."

In Song Changming’s mind, countless thoughts flashed almost instantly.

Before him, after the explosion of sword beams and Sword Qi, Song Changming saw that beyond them, white smoke billowed.

More accurately, it was endless mist engulfing the heavens and earth, greatly limiting his visible range.

Suddenly, the thick fog churned, and a slender figure darted out from the white mist.

Its head was an oddly oval shape with two extra lumps on top, subtly pulsating as if breathing.

Apart from this, the head also had a pair of overly long eyes, no nose, and an oversized mouth occupying the nose’s space, wide enough to reveal a large area of sharp teeth.

Next came its body, about three meters tall, with long, slender limbs and neck, emaciated trunk, protruding ribs, seemingly devoid of flesh, covered fiercely tightly by pale skin over bone.

This was a humanoid creature, with an eerily bizarre appearance.

Song Changming had seen many different foreign races in the world, various strange physiologies of any race he’d seen, and logically, even this creature’s bizarre appearance shouldn’t stir his heart.

But for some reason, at first sight of this creature, he felt an inexplicable rejection and disgust, even finding this appearance extremely horrifying.

This overwhelmingly strong sense of repulsion seemed somewhat inexplicable to him.

But he didn’t think much about it at the moment and wanted to draw his saber to guard against it.

However, it was only then that he realized his God-devouring Saber was no longer with him, his hands were empty, and even his Heaven and Earth Ring with his items was missing.

Just as he was wondering, two figures behind him passed him on either side.

One held a saber, the other a sword, wearing ancient dark robes, their expressions tense.

In the robe, energy flowed, sparkling, with their aura climbing continuously, reaching the peak within a few strides.

As they engaged with the eerie creature darting from the white mist, a violent burst of energy exploded from the point of impact, powerful like a nuclear bomb, affecting everything within a hundred miles.

Although he was at the center of the explosive force, Song Changming was unscathed, neither was he blown away.

Song Changming could see the two gritting their teeth, veins and muscles bulging from their necks, blood dripping from their mouths.

Confronting that eerie creature seemed extremely difficult, but these two, even injured, did not retreat a step.

The eerie creature slightly widened its eyes, smirked, its strange smile chilling to the bone.

The two sabermen held formidable strength, and even Song Changming felt uncertain if he could defeat them.

Yet facing the spooky creature emerging from the white mist, their saber and sword could not break its seemingly thin skin.

Instead, the eerie creature grabbed their saber and sword with its bare hands and twisted them—without resistance—snapping them!

This scene undoubtedly shocked Song Changming even more.

He could tell the saber and sword were at least spiritual treasures, matching the prowess of the two; the quality of their weapons couldn’t be poor.

But in the eerie creature’s hands, they were fragile, like snapping a willow leaf effortlessly.

The two drew other weapons to duel the eerie creature.

But the outcome...

In just a few rounds, the sword bearer was gripped by the waist by the opponent, no matter how he struggled, his waist was quickly deformed under pressure.

A scream barely had time to release before half his face, flesh and all, was torn off in one swift bite, the scene horrific and brutal.

"Ah! Die!!" The remaining swordsman, eyes bloodshot, attacked more frenetically.

In his somewhat irrational state, the power of his sword form was lesser than before.

Boom!

The eerie creature suddenly swung its fist, seizing the opportunity to smash the opponent into the ground.

A large fissure exploded open across the earth, and Song Changming hovered above it, merely a witness, an observer, watching it all unfold.

He had long realized he couldn’t intervene in the mist-shrouded battlefield, and nothing in the scene could touch him, including this eerie creature.

The long blade fell, pierced by the eerie creature was the human swordsman.

The opponent’s belly was a ruin, lower body nowhere to be seen, only the almost shattered upper body remained, holding its last breath.

"What on earth is this creature, how can it be so powerful?!" Song Changming was once again shocked.

The eerie creature raised its hand, extended its long tongue to lick its palm, rolling the swordsman into its mouth.

Meanwhile, the thick fog rolled.

One after another, similar eerie creatures slowly emerged, lips pursed, corners of mouths upturned, walking past Song Changming.

Song Changming turned around, a gigantic bird spanning thousands of meters spread its wings, dissipating the thick mist, revealing glimpses of the vast battlefield.

The giant bird, if he wasn’t mistaken, was exactly the Ancient Race’s Kunpeng form!

Behind him, the battlefield was where countless Human Race powerhouses fiercely clashed with these many eerie creatures.

Moreover, Song Changming also saw many other Ancient Foreign Races similarly fighting against the eerie creatures emerging from the mist.

The appearance of the Kunpeng also drew much attention from the eerie creatures, raising their gazes skyward.

The next moment, countless eerie creatures flew up, disappearing into the fog.

Reappearing, they leapt onto the vast, high-up Kunpeng en masse.

Compared to the Kunpeng’s enormous size, they were small as dust.

But it was precisely this dust that caused the sky-swallowing Kunpeng to cry in pain, fall from the sky, and plunge into the vast sea, splashing dark red blood flowers, dyeing the sea bloody!

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