novelHire Chapter 1338 Melee
Chapter 1338 Melee
"Failed?"
The Tongtian Sect Leader's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and his gaze was fixed on the depths of the Chaos Sea.
That was where Li Ziting had appeared, but now only a constantly writhing, pitch-black vortex remained.
A few broken streaks of clear light still lingered at the edge of the vortex; they were the last embers of the Heavenly Dao.
It is being eroded inch by inch.
The four swords of Zhuxian hidden in his sleeve hummed loudly.
The runes on the sword sheath flickered wildly, and the crimson killing aura almost broke through the restraints, cutting fine cracks in the void around him.
The Immortal Slaughtering Formation beneath their feet fluttered in the chaotic wind.
The illusory images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers on the array diagram floated and disappeared, and the outlines of the four array gates appeared and disappeared.
He was only missing a wisp of his holy will to transform it into a killing array that spanned the heavens and the earth.
But he couldn't move.
Several icy gazes, like chains formed from ancient ice, were tightly bound to him.
Those were the saints of the alien race, hidden at the forefront of the alien army.
His body was permeated with a strange aura that was completely out of place with the primordial world.
As long as Tongtian dares to take even half a step, these several strands of saintly power that are locking onto him will be released.
It would instantly transform into a devastating killing move, crushing him along with the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.
"Has the Way of Heaven been defeated?"
Tongtian gritted his teeth, his chest churning with overwhelming rage and resentment, which could only be expressed as a low growl suppressed to the extreme.
He turned his head to look.
The Supreme Sage beside him still stood with his hands behind his back, his face so calm that no emotion could be seen.
Only his fingers, hanging by his side, trembled slightly, and the wisp of primordial yellow energy swirling around his fingertips was visibly dimming.
Further away, the figures of the primordial saints swayed precariously in the chaotic winds.
Jieyin and Zhunti were deathly pale, and the twelve-petaled lotus platform behind them dimmed.
They were all being closely watched by the alien saint.
This is a silent standoff, and even more so, a desperate tug-of-war.
The alien ruler devoured the Heavenly Dao in the Chaos Sea.
Meanwhile, the alien saints formed an invisible barrier, trapping all the saints of the primordial world in place.
They could only watch helplessly as the very foundation of the primordial world was gradually eroded away.
Are we just going to stand here helplessly?
Tongtian suddenly looked up, his hoarse question echoing through the chaotic void.
The shock caused the surrounding ancient cultivators to feel a chill run down their spines.
The only response he received was a muffled roar from the depths of the chaotic sea.
That was the satisfied roar of the alien overlord as he devoured the Heavenly Dao, and the entire chaotic void trembled violently with that roar.
From the direction of the primordial land, came a series of earth-shattering roars.
That was the sound of mountains collapsing and seas overturning; that was the sound of countless lives wailing in despair.
"The Lord has won!"
A vanguard from another race suddenly raised his blood-red spear high, and his desperate shout exploded like thunder.
It instantly ignited the fervor of the entire alien army.
"This world is ours!"
Countless alien creatures roared in response.
Their voices merged together, transforming into a devastating roar.
The shock caused the cultivators of the primordial world to experience a surge of qi and blood.
"Slaughter these guys!"
A giant of an alien race, standing tens of thousands of feet tall, took a step forward, his foot landing in the chaotic void, shattering a spatial barrier.
His voice was like a resounding bell, carrying an undeniable killing intent.
"Come on—!"
In an instant, countless alien creatures surged towards the ancient cultivators like a tidal wave.
Their eyes gleamed with greed and bloodlust.
The weapons in their hands clashed with a piercing metallic sound, while the alien saint behind them slowly followed.
A cruel smile curled at the corners of his lips.
They wanted to watch these ancient creatures be torn apart bit by bit in despair.
The scene became chaotic again.
Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of magical weapons mingled together, shaking the entire chaotic void.
The primordial creatures roared in response, raising their magical weapons and unleashing their full cultivation to fight the alien beings.
Sword light and blade aura ripped through the void, supernatural powers and secret techniques tore through the chaos.
Every second, countless lives perish, their blood staining the chaotic void.
It turned into patches of tragically beautiful blood mist.
Hongjun Daozu was the first to make a move.
He was clad in a dark yellow robe, with three streams of pure energy floating above his head. These pure energy transformed into three golden bridges, upon which flowed the trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars.
With a wave of his hand, countless runes containing the profound mysteries of the Great Dao roared out.
Runes streaked across the void like a meteor shower, hurtling towards the heart of the alien army.
Wherever it passed, space was annihilated, and alien creatures turned to ashes.
"Huh, what a small skill."
A cold snort suddenly rang out, and the alien saints stepped forward simultaneously.
They raised their hands and formed hand seals, and several purplish-black light curtains instantly stretched across the chaotic void, blocking all of Hongjun Daozu's runes.
The runes crashed into the light screen with a deafening roar, yet they failed to create even the slightest ripple.
One of the alien saints slowly raised his hand, and a purplish-black spear condensed at his fingertips.
The spear, emanating an aura of annihilation, pointed towards Hongjun Daozu from afar.
"Turn into scorched earth."
The cold voice fell, and it was the alien saint Yan Jun who spoke.
He wasn't originally very tall, but now he suddenly swelled up.
It transformed into a gigantic, blazing sun with a diameter of ten thousand feet.
The surface of the blazing sun was ablaze with purple-gold flames, the temperature of which was terrifyingly high.
It even distorted the surrounding chaotic void into wave-like shapes, and even space itself began to melt under this extreme heat.
Immediately afterwards, the enormous sun began to shrink rapidly, its light growing brighter and brighter, so intense that the cultivators of the primordial world could not open their eyes.
A moment later, the blazing sun suddenly contracted, transforming back into the human form of Yan Jun.
But at this moment, his robes had already been burned to ashes by the flames.
The exposed skin was covered with flame patterns.
Every line of his face pulsed with purple-gold flames, and his hair transformed into crimson flames.
It danced in the wind, its entire being enveloped in a high temperature capable of distorting the void.
The surrounding chaotic void hissed like boiling water.
Black spatial rifts continued to spread out.
Yan Jun slowly raised his right hand, his fingers sliding gently.
Tsk-!
A piercing tearing sound rang out where his fingertips had traced the tear.
The chaotic void suddenly shattered, revealing a black rift tens of thousands of feet long.
Countless violent, scorching streams of air surged from the crack.
Like the fangs of a ferocious beast, it swept towards the ancient cultivators.
"careful!"
Someone shouted, but it was too late.
Those primordial creatures that approached the crack.
Before they could even react, they were swallowed up by the violent chaotic energy, turning into ashes without even being able to utter a scream.
Even worse, some people were hit by the extreme heat and their bodies instantly burst into flames.
Purple-gold flames clung to their bodies.
No matter how much they tried to extinguish the flames, they could not put them out. They were burned to ashes amidst their pitiful screams.
Fall.
A continuous decline.
The formation of the primordial cultivators was breached by Yan Jun's attack, leaving a huge gap.
"All dragons, follow the ancestor!"
A loud roar echoed through the chaotic void, and the figure of the Ancestral Dragon suddenly burst out of the ranks of the prehistoric cultivators.
He had already revealed his true form, a million-foot-long dragon body covered with dense, blue scales.
Its scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, its horns on its head stood like pillars supporting the sky, and its golden dragon eyes burned with raging fury.
He was unwilling, unwilling to accept the defeat of the prehistoric world, unwilling to accept the annihilation of the dragon race!
"kill!"
Countless dragon cultivators roared in response.
They revealed their true forms, transforming into agile giant dragons, and followed the Ancestral Dragon in launching a fierce attack on the alien army.
The dragon's might was overwhelming, and its roar shook the heavens and earth. The dragon breath spewed out by the dragon cultivators was like an inverted celestial river, sweeping towards the alien creatures.
Yuan Feng was the same.
Her figure was like a celestial maiden, enveloped in a seven-colored glow.
Its colorful wings spread out behind it, blotting out the sky and the sun.
Every feather on its wings contains the power to burn mountains and boil seas.
At this moment, Yuan Feng's aura was even stronger than that of the Ancestral Dragon.
She has already reached the realm of a sage ahead of time.
The power of a saint surging around him was like a tidal wave.
With each flap of its wings, countless alien creatures were annihilated into a bloody mist.
Kong Xuan silently followed Yuan Feng's side.
He was still wearing a five-colored robe, with five-colored divine light swaying gently behind him.
Wherever the divine light passed, the magical treasures of the alien races were swept away, and their bodies were pierced through.
His face was expressionless.
Only in those deep eyes did a resolute light flicker.
He is the son of Yuan Feng, a citizen of the Primordial World, and today he will live and die with the Primordial World.
The First Qilin did not retreat either.
His true form is a Qilin tens of thousands of feet tall.
Its body is covered with earth-yellow scales, it stands on auspicious clouds, and the unicorn horn on its head gleams with a warm light. It is surrounded by the heavy power of the earth.
He, along with Zulong and Yuanfeng, were the progenitors of the three ancient races. They fought countless bloody battles for the position of overlord of the prehistoric world.
In the end, countless people died or were injured, and the hatred between them was as deep as a blood feud.
But now, they are facing an invasion by a foreign race.
Faced with the impending doom of the primordial world.
These three ancient races, who had once fought each other, have now, unusually, stood together.
The roar of the Ancestral Dragon, the cry of the Primordial Phoenix, and the roar of the Primordial Qilin intertwined, transforming into a force that shook the heavens and the earth, actually forcing the alien army's offensive to retreat somewhat.
"Unbelievable!"
A cold, mocking voice rang out, and the alien immortal slowly stepped forward.
He was tall and slender, with an uncannyly handsome face.
He wore a long white robe embroidered with countless phantom images of worlds, and a towering tree grew behind him.
That's the World Tree.
The tree trunk is incredibly thick, with branches extending in all directions, connecting countless parallel worlds.
On each leaf, the light and shadow of a world shimmer.
The alien immortal waved his hand, and the World Tree behind him trembled violently, with countless thick branches stretching out like giant dragons.
The branches shimmered with a purplish-black light, containing a power that could devour everything.
These branches have traversed the barriers of time and space, drawing strength from countless parallel worlds.
Then he thrust fiercely at Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin.
puff!puff!puff!
Three muffled thuds sounded simultaneously.
Three thick branches pierced the body of the Ancestral Dragon, the wings of the Primordial Phoenix, and the scales of the First Qilin.
The purplish-black liquid flowed down the branches; it was the World Tree's venom, containing a terrifying power that could corrode even a saint.
The First Dragon let out a mournful roar, and its body trembled violently.
Yuan Feng's five-colored wings dimmed instantly, and a few feathers slowly drifted down.
The Qilin's body swayed, nearly falling off the auspicious cloud.
The rest of the alien army also rushed forward.
Like sharks smelling blood, they frantically pounced on the ancient cultivators.
The weapon in his hand tore through the void, and the secret technique he uttered destroyed everything.
This battle caused the heavens and the earth to tremble.
The chaotic void was shattered, and the originally stable spatial barrier became riddled with holes, with countless spatial fragments falling like a meteor shower.
This new world, overwhelmed by the great war between the two sides, collapsed.
It turned into a chaotic void, but even so, the battle between the two sides did not stop, but instead became more and more brutal.
“Longji...”
The Queen Mother's voice was choked with sobs.
Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, her gaze fixed on a patch of blood mist not far away.
That's where her daughter, Princess Longji, fell to her death.
The Queen Mother's body trembled violently, and the immortal energy around her was in complete disarray.
The grief in her heart surged like a tidal wave, almost engulfing her.
"My son..."
A heart-wrenching cry brought tears to the eyes of the surrounding ancient cultivators.
"Follow me to fight the enemy; life or death hinges on this moment."
The Jade Emperor's voice was resolute as he reached out and tightly grasped the Queen Mother's wrist.
With his other hand, he gripped the Haotian Mirror tightly. Countless golden rays shimmered on the mirror's surface, the power of the true fire of the sun.
It is a symbol of the primordial heavenly court.
There was no fear in the eyes of the Jade Emperor, only an unwavering determination.
Today, they have nowhere left to retreat.
Behind them are billions of living beings from the primordial era, who have protected their eternal home.
Either life or death!
Didn't you notice?
All the saints have joined the war.
The three streams of pure energy above Hongjun Daozu's head became increasingly condensed.
Three golden bridges spanned the heavens and earth, relentlessly strangling and killing the alien saints.
The Taiji diagram in the hands of the Sage of Taiqing slowly rotated.
The black and white energies intertwined, forming an indestructible barrier that protected countless primordial cultivators.
The Four Swords of Zhuxian, wielded by the Tongtian Sect Leader, finally broke free from their restraints. Four blood-red sword lights soared into the sky, slashing towards the alien saint, their murderous aura reaching the heavens.
Along with them, all the sects under their command also came out in full force.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect each displayed their supernatural powers.
The Heaven-Turning Seal, the Treasure-Dropping Coin, and the Immortal-Binding Rope were used in turn.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation of the Jie Sect was unleashed with a roar.
Countless disciples of the Jie Sect transformed into streaks of light, perishing together with the alien beings.
The phantom of the Western Paradise appeared behind the two Western Saints.
Countless rays of Buddhist light shone down, delivering the souls of the fallen and purifying the malevolent aura of the alien race.
The damage was too great.
A large number of innate beings are perishing.
The elders of the dragon clan perished, their dragon scales scattered across the ground.
The phoenix cubs were devoured by the alien race, and the phoenix's cry gradually weakened.
The powerful members of the Qilin clan were stained with blood, their horns broken and flying everywhere.
Those descendants of the primordial demon gods who once roamed the primordial world.
Those ancient powerful beings who once guarded a region.
At this moment, under the ferocity of the alien race, they all fell down one by one, never to rise again.
The immortals and powerful human beings from the primordial world have all arrived here.
Some of them were reclusive cultivators who had lived in seclusion for many years, some were descendants of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race, and some were the founders of the Hundred Schools of Thought.
They had no saintly power, no earth-shattering supernatural abilities, yet they still charged forward without hesitation.
Armed with rudimentary magical artifacts and fueled by their meager cultivation, they used their own flesh and blood to build an unbreakable defensive line.
It was all for the purpose of protecting the ancient land.
All for the sake of protecting the land that gave them birth and nurtured them.
However, they also noticed that the current alien ruler seemed to be digesting the Heavenly Dao in the Chaos Sea and was not making any other moves at the moment.
The dark shadow that lurked deep within the chaotic sea was expanding at a visible rate.
The aura emanating from him grew increasingly terrifying, like a primordial beast about to awaken.
It exuded a powerful aura that made the entire chaotic void tremble.