noffsinger Chapter 184 The Great War Breaks Out
Chapter 184 The Great War Breaks Out
Chapter 184 The Great War Breaks Out
This brief, almost negligible communication, purely based on the most primal survival instincts, followed by...
The Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan were once rivals, having fought openly and covertly for control of the sky and the earth for countless eons.
Under the threat of a catastrophe brought by the dragons that could lead to the extinction of their race, they were forced to form an extremely fragile alliance, devoid of any basis in trust, yet they had no choice but to depend on each other.
The main battlefield was chosen to be a vast plain east of Buzhou Mountain, near the coast of the East China Sea, and the surrounding rolling hills.
Here, the terrain is relatively open, enough to deploy the massive and despair-inducing military formations of the three races, while also offering opportunities for tactical maneuvering.
This place will soon become a battlefield where countless lives, flesh, blood, and souls are buried, a tragic scar in the primordial world that will never heal.
When the colossal waves, driven by the dragon race and imbued with the boundless essence of Gui water, crashed against the ancient and solid coastline of the primordial continent like a cosmic tide.
This cataclysmic war, destined to be written into the history of the primordial era and described with the darkest and bloodiest strokes, has finally erupted completely! Its ferocity at the beginning exceeded the imagination of all races!
In the sky, the main force of the Phoenix Clan and its hundreds of millions of affiliated birds, like burning clouds, blotted out the sun.
They drew upon the essence of the fire from the heavens above, combining it with their own divine fire to transform into boundless rain of fire, fire crows, fire dragons, and fire phoenixes of various colors.
The water poured down on the dragon army, determined to burn away the filthy Gui water energy.
The scorching heat distorted space, instantly evaporating water vapor and creating a white mist that was then torn apart by an even more powerful energy impact.
The sharp, piercing cry of the phoenix intertwined with the powerful, violent roar of the dragon, forming a symphony of destruction.
Magnificent feathers and hard dragon scales fell from the sky like a torrential rain. Each piece was stained with divine blood and contained explosive energy. When it landed on the ground, it created a deep crater. When it landed in the mountains, it ignited a raging wildfire.
The dragon swung its tail, its pure power tearing through space and revealing the dark, chaotic void behind it, which devoured everything around it.
The phoenix flaps its wings, each flap unleashing a storm of fire from the laws of nature, capable of burning not only matter but also scorching the soul.
Occasionally, a powerful member of the Phoenix Clan will risk everything to activate the Nirvana Divine Power. The light and heat that burst forth in that instant can even briefly purify the calamity energy of a region, but it often means their own complete demise.
On the earth, the scene was equally tragic, or even more brutal.
The Qilin clan led countless beast tribes, forming an iron torrent of flesh and blood and supernatural powers.
Qilin are not known for their pure strength, but the auspicious clouds they ride on are now battle clouds, which can draw upon the most abundant and powerful earth essence to unleash great supernatural powers such as collapsing mountains and splitting the earth and changing the terrain.
When the Qilin stomped down, the earth cracked open into a bottomless ravine, swallowing up the charging aquatic creatures.
A Qilin used the power of the mountains to uproot the entire mountain and hurled it at the dragon's battle formation;
Furthermore, the Qilin radiates auspicious light, yet that light carries immense pressure, capable of crushing the bones of even the mighty dragons.
As for the accompanying beasts, the giant elephants used their trunks to scoop up aquatic creatures and smash them into mincemeat, the tigers' sharp claws tore through the scales of the dragon's vassals, and the wolf packs, like shadows of death, carried out a tacit and coordinated attack, fearless of death—
They were locked in a fierce battle with the dragons and their vassal aquatic creatures, such as giant crabs, giant claws, and venomous dragons, who were attempting to force their way onto the beachhead and secure their position.
Sharp teeth, claws, weapons, and supernatural powers collide here in the most primitive and effective way.
Rivers were altered or even dried up by the aftershocks of the battle between the powerful beings; mountains collapsed like sandcastles in the chaos, boulders rolled down, crushing living beings indiscriminately.
The land was ravaged, the once fertile plains were turned into scorched earth, and the beautiful mountains and rivers became dead lands. Deep cracks crisscrossed the land, the earth's veins were forcibly torn apart, and spiritual energy was released and exploded out of control like a flood breaking its banks.
This is a war with no rear, no mercy, and no concept of prisoners.
From the moment the war broke out, almost all participants, from the top to the bottom levels of both sides, were driven by the overwhelming aura of calamity and malevolence, as well as the hatred accumulated over millions of years, and their eyes turned bloodshot.
Reason has long been abandoned; all that remains is the savage killing instinct deep within their blood, and the last belief in avenging their people and fighting for the survival of their race.
Relying on their formidable individual strength and ability to control all waters, the Dragon Clan desperately tried to break through the seemingly fragile defensive line of the Phoenix and Qilin Clan's allied forces, intending to split their forces into two groups.
One route first conquered the Southern Undying Volcano, severing the Phoenix Clan's foundation; the other route first attacked the Central Qilin Cliff, destroying the beast's central hub.
The Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan knew that this battle was a matter of survival for their races, so they fought desperately, activating all sorts of powerful formations, forbidden techniques, and inherited spiritual treasures at all costs, in an attempt to contain the Dragon Clan's offensive at the coast, or even push it back into the vast ocean.
The ferocity of the battle is beyond description.
The light emanating from the supernatural power was even more dazzling than the blood-red sun in the sky, shining day and night, illuminating the vast battlefield as if it were daytime, yet also carrying the colors of hell.
The deafening roar of the energy explosions continued, shaking the heavens and causing the earth to groan. Those with lower cultivation levels, even if they were only at the edge of the battlefield, would have their souls shattered by the sound.
The blood was no longer a stream, but truly gathered into rivers, flowing wantonly across the shattered land, eventually forming several enormous, foul-smelling, and haunted blood-red lakes in some low-lying areas.
The mangled corpses—dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, birds, beasts, and aquatic creatures—in all their forms piled up into a mountain, only to be reduced to dust in a new round of supernatural clashes, mixing with the soil and permanently staining the land a dark red.
The number of vengeful spirits was countless. They wailed and cursed instinctively, and their despair, pain, and anger before death filled every inch of space.
This caused the laws here to become chaotic and bizarre, sometimes chilling to the bone, sometimes engulfing in flames, all manifestations of the supernatural powers and resentment left behind by those who had fallen.
The sky was truly darkened by the battle of countless powerful beings, and the spatial structure became extremely fragile. Spatial rifts would occasionally flash across the sky like black lightning, devouring everything around them.
The light of the sun, moon, and stars was completely obscured, as if the primordial world had returned to a time of chaos before creation, where only slaughter and destruction were eternal themes.
The earth's spiritual veins, the foundation of the primordial world, were shattered and broken like glass being constantly hammered by a giant hammer under the aftershocks of a battle of such scale and level. The originally gentle and peaceful spiritual energy of heaven and earth thus became violent and chaotic, sometimes condensing into destructive storms, and sometimes completely drying up, forming areas devoid of spiritual energy.
This great war is simply overdrawing, destroying, and burning the very essence of the primordial world! Every moment, ancient sacred mountains and beautiful waters vanish into nothingness, and the subtle laws that maintain the balance of heaven and earth are permanently destroyed.