He Li held his left hand on the hilt of his saber, while his right hand gently twisted his abdomen, sealing the wound with divine power. He had no time to repair the injury. He rolled up his robe, tore off a strip, and wrapped it around his waist as a makeshift bandage.
He Li squinted at the white line in the sky, raised his hand, and a vast Star God power pressed down on the battlefield. The fighting on both the upper and lower battlefields immediately ceased. The God Clan army and the Demon Kings disengaged from the battle, returning behind He Li like falling stars.
The Desolate Clan army did not panic due to the death of the Spirit-Quenching Desolate Lord. Instead, they voluntarily gathered around a peak Realm God of the Two Universes Realm. Some turned their direction towards the white line, while others remained facing He Li’s side, standing ready for battle.
The Desolate Clan army withdrew from the fighting in an orderly fashion, without any chaos. They presented a posture of facing enemies on two fronts yet vowing to fight to the death.
In this regard, He Li was greatly impressed. They were not mere foot soldiers but living Desolate Gods, possessing their own thoughts and maintaining respect for war.
The mocking laughter from the white line gradually faded.
Following that,
Individuals clad in ferocious armor emerged from the white line, both male and female, their armor of various colors and styles. Without exception, they exuded an intense aura of bloodshed, each carrying a sky-piercing killing intent.
He Li watched them emerge from the white line, remaining silent. However, he understood in his heart that they were likely the Undying Spirits of the ancient True Gods, slumbering in the river of time, as Xia Keduo had mentioned.
Instantly,
Nearly a hundred ancient True Gods stepped out from the white line, filling the entire desolate starry sky with their blood and killing intent. This stimulated the surrounding hordes of desolate beasts, driving them almost to madness. The groups of desolate beasts gathered around the Desolate Clan army bared their teeth, growling at the hundred ancient True Gods. If a command were given, they would undoubtedly charge forward madly, baring their fangs to tear at the ancient True Gods radiating blood and killing intent.
The foremost ancient True God, clad in a ferocious black and red battle armor and carrying a long-handled saber at his waist, surveyed the battlefield. His gaze finally fell upon He Li, and he suddenly chuckled, saying, "I wondered who it was, but it turns out to be that kid from the Flame Clan. But it makes sense; he was unaffected by time back then and was eventually rejected by it, forced to self-exile his true spirit. It's only natural that he can now touch time."
Upon hearing this,
All the other ancient True Gods turned their gaze towards He Li.
In an instant,
He Li felt as if he were surrounded by a hundred sharp blades, each carrying a world-shattering killing intent. Together, their aura was majestic and awe-inspiring.
*Hum!!!*
From the distant void, a full moon suddenly appeared. Its bright silver radiance flew directly towards He Li. After breaking through the aura of the hundred ancient True Gods, the moon paused in the sky. With a clang, it split into a pair of curved sabers, crossing each other in the air, positioning themselves between He Li and the ancient True Gods.
From the dark void behind the God Clan army, a figure slowly emerged, as if stepping out of nothingness. Clad in blue and white armor, with a snow-white cape billowing high, his steps were unceasing. He seemed to traverse space, arriving before He Li in one step, and then appearing before the crossed curved sabers in another, looking up at the line of ancient True Gods.
His presence alone was no less imposing than that of the hundred ancient True Gods.
"Heh heh... truly a sky-piercing killing intent, a divine might that shakes the heavens. However, it's useless. We, the Undying Spirits of True Gods, can reawaken in the river of time even after countless destructions. Moreover, you alone are no match for us."
The ancient True God in the black and red armor spoke with a tone of playful mockery at first, which eventually turned into a murderous intent.
In the distance, after a brief silence, the Desolate Clan army suddenly turned their blades, which had been facing the God Clan army, towards the ancient True Gods. However, the entire Desolate Clan army shifted their formation sideways, creating distance from the God Clan army. Even while resisting an external enemy, they refused to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the God Clan army.
This was only natural. There were no fools in the Desolate Clan army. Given this situation, coupled with Xi Ming's previous actions, how could they not understand?
He Li looked at the figure standing before him and grinned. Xia Keduo had arrived. For some reason, Xia Keduo gave him a sense of security, second only to He Jun. It was that absolute power where everything was under control, as if as long as he was present, all problems would cease to be problems, and all formidable enemies could be swept away with a wave of his hand.
Xia Keduo glanced to his left, then extended his left hand, holding it flat. His fingers formed a claw, and he slightly contracted them towards the void, as if grasping something. Then, he forcefully pushed outwards.
On another battlefield, Yan Li, who was locked in combat with the three Desolate Lords, suddenly paused. Immediately, he was sent flying horizontally, out of control, disappearing into the void.
In the Two Realms,
Cheng Xilin rested his chin on one hand, contemplating a line of five chess pieces about to be formed on the board. He looked at Tata, who appeared calm and collected but was actually staring intently at the chessboard. He understood that he seemed to have no way to take back his move.
Just then, Yan Li flew out of the void and crashed directly into the stone table.
*Bang!*
The stone table toppled, scattering black and white chess pieces.
Tata was dumbfounded. His Gomoku game was about to be won!
Cheng Xilin was delighted. He couldn't take back his move, but couldn't he "take back" the game?
"Why are you back so soon?" Cheng Xilin coughed twice, suppressing his joy, and asked in confusion.
Yan Li looked as if he had eaten a fly, his face stiff. He pushed himself up and sat on the ground. After a moment of silence, he suddenly sighed and said, "You were right. That fellow named Xia Keduo is indeed very powerful."
"Heh heh..." Cheng Xilin smiled and waved his hand, rearranging the stone table and chessboard.
On the battlefield.
Having sent Yan Li away, Xia Keduo looked at the hundred ancient True Gods and spoke directly without any further pleasantries, "Are you leaving on your own, or will you leave after I beat you up?"
The ancient True Gods paused slightly. Without further words, they all moved forward, their intentions clear. Further talk was futile; only battle remained.
Xia Keduo no longer engaged them in conversation. He had given them a choice, and they had made their selection. Now, they would have to bear the consequences of their choice.
Xia Keduo stepped forward. The pair of curved sabers behind him vibrated slightly, resembling a great moon reflected behind Xia Keduo.
He Li watched this scene, his heart filled with awe.
The battle between Xia Keduo and the ancient True Gods began without any warning, poised to erupt.
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