Chapter 1546 - 395: Joy Returns, Terror Battlefield_5

Chapter 1546: Chapter 395: Joy Returns, Terror Battlefield_5

Wanting to penetrate the rift and reach the other end of the space channel.

To see which reckless force dared to extend their tentacles into the "pasture" of the Mingshi Clan.

Since they dared to "steal," they must be ready for a counterattack.

It has made up its mind to drag the civilization on the other end of the rift into the Sea of Civilization.

To create a new pasture capable of continuously producing rule-derived energy.

Yet, the moment its Divine Sense crossed the space channel and reached the other end, a surge of energy fluctuation rippled through its perception.

Such rich nature’s spiritual energy!

This was the Chronologist’s first reaction.

The energy concentration and activity in the air at the other end of the rift far exceeded the region where the Mingshi Clan was located.

At that moment, he noticed a large number of "parasites" below.

But before it could investigate further, waves of violent energy fluctuation surged in like tides from a great distance.

Although these energies were blocked by some invisible barrier, its perception could still clearly detect the terrifying power contained within.

Aura of destruction, vast blood energy...and various energies generated by laws it couldn’t immediately decompose, were colliding at high frequency in the distance, causing spreading aftershocks.

Their intensity and scale made it tremble with fear.

The Chronologist’s perception suddenly tightened, and the contempt in its heart was instantly replaced by vigilance.

It immediately restrained the dissipating fluctuation of its perception, reducing its presence to the minimum.

Like an invisible ghost, it cautiously probed in the direction from which the collision fluctuation was coming.

Not long after, the Chronologist’s perception appeared above the 7th battlefield of the Reverse Tide.

The war scene below was clearly imprinted in its mind through its perception.

This Chronologist, one of the highest ranks of the Mingshi Clan who had seen countless rise and fall of civilizations and woven numerous histories, had its perception violently tremble.

It fell into an unprecedented daze and shock.

The land below was no longer a traditional battlefield but an ultimate meat grinder of laws roaring.

On one side was the Reverse Tide Army, with strict formation and momentum like a torrent.

Countless warriors wore spiritual armor flowing with dark runes, holding various weapons emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.

The battle formation they formed was seamless, and every coordinated roar could resonate with nature’s spiritual energy.

The joint attacks unleashed with weapon swings were like tides of destruction, causing all things to disintegrate where they passed.

Cold, solemn, filled with absolute order and the will of destruction, these warriors in the Chronologist’s view, seemed like killing constructs born for war.

On the other side, as if emerging from the Nine Nether Abyss, was the Soul Returning Clan army in bizarre forms and endless numbers.

The parasitic mode endowed the Soul Returning Clan with a complex war form.

There were vengeful spirits’ entities, ethereal and formless yet capable of directly tearing souls.

Colossal figures assembled from the flesh and blood of living beings.

And knights riding fierce beasts, emanating dense evil qi all around...They lacked a neat formation but attacked in waves like death tides with absolute numbers and uncoordinated attack methods, constantly impacting the Reverse Tide Army’s iron defense.

And the third force on the battlefield, it was very familiar with.

It was the Horror Black Tide that almost exterminated the Mingshi Clan and left them with painful memories.

However, the Black Tide Army on this battlefield was even more terrifying than the one that brought them despair back then.

The Black Tide Demonic Spirits here seemed to be composed of pure darkness, chaos, and evil thoughts, constantly shifting forms.

At times transforming into huge shadows that devour light, splitting into countless screaming twisted entities, then condensing into suspended horrific totems...wherever they gathered, space was polluted, energy was distorted, and the ground corrupted into swamps bubbling with sticky black froth.

The bizarre attacking modes of the Evil Spirits were even more baffling, with mental pollution, large-scale curses, annihilation of existence...virtually impossible to defend against.

Three strong clans were frenziedly clashing, massacring, and annihilating each other on a vast battlefield as far as the eye could see.

Every second, tens of thousands of combat power completely disappeared, but soon more war units filled the gap.

In the eyes of the Mingshi Clan, Forbidden Curse Level curse techniques kept exploding like fireworks, painting the sky in various colors.

The ground had long vanished.

Even the healing speed of the Monster World couldn’t quickly restore the ground, and the entire space seemed suspended in the void.

Below was endless darkness.

During this, powerful figures were occasionally seen tearing space for brief perilous warping pursuits.

A chaotic dance of demons, divine battles spilling blood.

The scene perceived by the divine sense was like a cruel war painting.

Every inch of the canvas was burning, collapsing, and being transiently reshaped in the extreme collision of strength.

A war of this scale, set in a Small World, could evaporate the entire world in an instant.

It exceeded the scale Mingshi Clan used to measure the value of civilization.

Its earlier intention to trace back origins and punish the "parasites" now seemed so laughable.

Without any hesitation, the Chronologist’s perception decisively retreated, only wishing to escape this mad battlefield that made even its soul shudder as quickly as possible.

But just as its perception was stirring with the intention of retreat.

Boom!!!

A Soul Beast’s phantom suddenly tore through space and descended beside it.

With extreme malice gathered from madness, resentment, and various negative wills, the wicked aura was like a shriek of billions of Vengeful Souls, transforming instantly into an invisible corrosive torrent fiercely washing over the Chronologist’s perception.

This aura was terrifyingly beyond any "evil" concept it had previously known.

Under the wash of this evil mental will, the Chronologist’s consciousness was forcibly invaded, exploding in its mind a rapidly advancing horrific scene.

In the scene, a pitch-black wriggling seed drifted in the boundless void.

Falling into a vibrant world, its roots instantly piercing the world’s core.

Fast forward in the scene, the world’s billions of living beings, regardless of strength, their flesh, soul, and even traces of existence, were devoured by the evil creatures hatched from the seed.

The world turned into desolate dust, while the evil creatures set off again in search of the next world.

It wasn’t living beings that it devoured, but worlds.

In the subsequent scenes, one world after another was devoured, the same process repeating endlessly.

The evil creatures’ power proliferated and expanded at an unbelievable speed without any growth bottleneck.

Eventually, this monster that devoured countless beings, summons by its kind, descended upon the Monster World.

At this moment, the Chronologist could even perceive its own perception being polluted and assimilated by the mental shock unleashed by this evil creature.

The wails of billions of devoured living beings gnawed at its consciousness.

"Not good!"

The Chronologist was horrified in its heart.

Without hesitation, it chose to burn the source of its perception, damaging its foundation without regard, just to break free from the endless evil black hole for a sliver of life.