Brilliant light, boundless and dazzling.
The power of light, rising from the west, illuminated the entire Tenth Land.
The aura of light spread all the way south.
"Boom."
The power of Yin Yang formed a bridge.
The Yin Yang Dao Master reappeared.
However, this time, the Yin Yang Dao Master's expression was extremely solemn: "Bright One, is your injury healed?"
This aura was too strong.
Even though she was the Yin Yang Dao Master, a powerhouse of ultimate extremes, she felt pressure.
"Ping Xi."
A calm voice resonated through heaven and earth: "Stay put in the south. I will deal with matters in the east first, and then settle the grudges between you and me."
As soon as the words fell...
Hum.
The power of light began to spread eastward.
At this moment, countless people in the western lands watched with fervent adoration the figure emerging from Mount Guangshen.
The Lord of Light had emerged from seclusion.
The moment the Lord of Light emerged from seclusion, all doubts vanished.
Why? Because this power was too immense.
The boundless, majestic path of light seemed poised to engulf the entire Tenth Land.
...
The East.
Sword Master, Dragon King, Chen Fan.
The three appeared simultaneously.
The golden light in the distance was spreading.
Upon that boundless, brilliant golden light, figures emerged.
The strong warriors of the West, all of them.
"Chen Fan."
Suddenly, the voice of the Yin Yang Dao Master from the south reverberated: "I will use all the strength of the south to temporarily hold back the Lord of Light. The rest is up to you."
An alliance.
The Yin Yang Dao Master made her choice instantly after the Lord of Light appeared.
"Roar."
The Dragon King roared.
The dragon's cry echoed into the north: "Magic Butterfly, come..."
This great battle was unavoidable.
If the East fell and was conquered by the Lord of Light, the North would also be doomed.
The Lord of Light, with all the elite forces of the West, instantly ignited a great war that swept across the Tenth Land.
Chirp.
Magic Butterfly soared into the sky.
Behind her, a vast swarm of chaos beasts surged forth.
All the Great Emperors rushed towards the East.
Below the level of Great Emperor, no one could participate in this battle.
"All Northern Great Emperors, follow me to the East. All remaining Emperors, Heavenly Emperors, and chaos beasts, head west..."
"Yes."
The North mobilized its entire force.
Magic Butterfly, as the overlord of the North, commanded and all realms obeyed.
The Northern chaos clan, completely mobilized.
Roar.
The Dragon King roared, his cry reaching all the chaos beasts: "Everyone, for this battle, let us give everything. If we win... our chaos clan will rise from here."
"If we lose... there will be nothing to say. We will die on the path of resistance."
"This battle will determine the fate of the world."
"All Great Emperor realm powerhouses, follow me to intercept the Western Great Emperors. All below the Great Emperor realm, from Emperor realm and above... launch an attack into the West, break through realms, kill everyone you see."
There were no earth-shattering mobilizations.
Only the grim reality.
If they lost this battle, the chaos clan of the Tenth Land would be utterly annihilated, with no chance left.
"Fight."
"Fight."
"Fight."
The entire chaos clan appeared.
Concurrently, within the Sword Domain... the Sword Master emerged, sword in hand.
Behind him followed all the Great Emperors of the Sword Domain.
"Others, attack the West."
The Sword Master's tone was more solemn than ever: "If we lose this battle, the Thunder Domain will surely be destroyed."
Swordsmen charge forward without fear.
"Even if we die, we will die on the path of drawing our swords."
The Sword Master smiled: "Go, let us end this chaotic battle."
Clang clang clang.
The sound of swordsming echoed through heaven and earth.
All the powerhouses emerging from the Sword Domain launched their attacks.
This was not a time for sentimentality. The Sword Master quickly charged towards the Demon Realm.
The powerhouses of the Life and Death Realm were still waiting for them.
"Alas."
Above the Demon Realm, Chen Fan rubbed his temples with a headache: "Too fast."
He wasn't ready for war yet.
Who could have imagined that the Lord of Light would emerge from seclusion so quickly?
"Everyone."
Chen Fan said helplessly: "Those who are not at the Great Emperor realm, go attack the West."
There was no retreat in this battle.
The three domains fought the West, yet they still lacked confidence.
Chen Fan spoke again: "If any of you die in this battle, I have no confidence that I can revive you. Perhaps... this will be the last battle of your lives, and also the most brilliant."
"My Life and Death Realm fears no enemy."
The Western Great Emperors must have come out in full force: "You have many opponents. Faced with death, you may break through your limits."
"City Lord."
Fu Yu stopped and bowed solemnly: "In this battle, your subordinate vows to fight to the death and will not retreat, never letting anyone see the fighting spirit of my Life and Death Realm."
"Vow to fight to the death and not retreat."
A unified shout echoed through heaven and earth.
Chen Fan: "..."
He actually wanted to say that if things got too bad, they could run.
But the momentum of these guys was truly speechless.
Forget it.
This was not the time to say anything.
He nodded: "Go, show the world the glory of the Life and Death Realm. Even if you leave me, you will all be heroes capable of standing on your own."
"Haha."
Everyone laughed heartily.
"Brothers, this time, we're going for a big haul!"
"Damn it, a Tier 9 Great World! We'll raid the Bright Realm!"
"..."
A group of people left, grumbling.
Everyone's expression was calm, as if they were going on a tour rather than a battle to the death.
So composed.
"These fellows." Chen Fan shook his head as he watched them leave.
He meant nothing more than simple pride.
These people had followed him out of the Life and Death Realm and had come this far; they had not failed his trust.
Nor had they failed his constant efforts.
"Tsk tsk."
Old Demon Chu was somewhat envious: "If only I could go with them."
He was a person who thrived in groups.
It was good to have a boisterous crowd.
"That won't do," Chen Fan shook his head.
In the distance, the light continued to spread.
The power of light had already reached the Eastern Domain.
The Great Emperors of the West, riding the light, landed on the Eastern land.
The battle had arrived.
Countless Great Emperor realm powerhouses arrived, accompanied by the radiation of the Great Dao of Light.
Their powerful auras shook heaven and earth.
"A hundred, hiss."
Chen Fan's scalp tingled just from a glance.
The Great Emperors of the West numbered over two hundred.
This was a number that inspired despair.
To say nothing of others, the Life and Death Realm had barely over twenty people.
The Sword Domain was similar.
Dragon King, Magic Butterfly, Sword Domain, Life and Death Realm... combined, they were only a little over a hundred people.
And on the opposite side, there were over two hundred Great Emperors.
And the Northern forces had not yet arrived. Here, they numbered only seventy or eighty in total.
Boom.
The Sword Master arrived.
The distance between the two sides was already far.
"How can we fight this?" Even the Sword Master felt a tingling sensation.
There were simply too many people on the other side.
Chen Fan: "..."
How would I know.
At this moment, everyone's heart was heavy.
"Roar."
In the distance, the chaos clan led by the Dragon King did not approach.
If they gathered, they would be annihilated.
The two sides faced each other, their gazes filled with unwavering resolve.
Within the Eastern Domain, small worlds fled frantically, unsure of where to go... but the Tenth Land was in chaos.
The great battle had begun.