Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 38 The Demise of the Ferocious Beast

Mo Yun frowned as he looked in the direction where Ji Du had disappeared.

Just now, at the last moment, he had already swallowed Jidu into the Milky Way Axis. Jidu's magic power was sealed, the Four Swords of Zhuxian were severely damaged, and he himself suffered a heavy blow from the superimposed power. In his state at that time, he would not have had any spare power to activate the Four Swords of Zhuxian, let alone unleash such a peak sword light.

The four swords of Zhuxian that we just saw were not controlled by Jidu. Someone was secretly controlling the four swords of Zhuxian, and this person's control over the four swords of Zhuxian was more proficient than Jidu's.

In Mo Yun's eyes, the fate of heaven was in flux. The Four Swords of Zhuxian were innate treasures of slaughter, which could not be controlled by anyone but their master. Jidu's origins were probably not as simple as he had previously thought.

Mo Yun pulled the Ten Deaths Sword from his heart, the black blade leaving a trail of golden blood droplets.

Mo Yun glanced at the Ten Deaths Sword in his hand, then casually sealed it and stored it in a lotus flower.

The Zhongtian Gate slowly shrank and sank back into the depths of the lotus. The petals of the thirty-six-petaled silver-white lotus slowly closed, protecting both the Zhongtian Gate and the Milky Way axis within.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian are in Jidu's hands, but the true master of the Four Swords of Zhuxian is probably not Jidu. The true master of the Four Swords of Zhuxian has always been hiding behind Jidu.

When Mo Yun returned from the Sea of ​​Stars, the Five-Colored Array was dispersing.

Apricot yellow, blue lotus, crimson, pure white, and jet black—the five colors of light interwoven in the sky slowly faded away from all directions, like a grand aurora borealis taking its final bow.

Where the light curtain receded, the void still trembled slightly, and the remaining Daoist charm condensed into countless tiny points of light in the air, like billions of fireflies drifting between heaven and earth.

Hong Qing stood in the center of the great formation, his face as pale as paper. His Daoist robe was mostly torn, revealing his bloodied and mangled chest beneath. Five precious flags slowly rotated around him, each with damage on its surface. The cracks on the Flame Light Flag were particularly shocking, almost tearing the flag in two. The Heavenly Wheel rotated, but its light was much dimmer than before, and the three heavens on the wheel flickered uncertainly.

The moment the great formation completely dissipated, a figure covered in blood fell from within it.

Shenni crashed straight down from the sky like a dark red meteor. The shockwave from its fall tore a huge hole in the clouds above the battlefield, and the clouds surged to both sides.

His body crashed onto the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently. Centered on the point of Shen Ni's fall, the ground within a radius of tens of thousands of miles simultaneously sank by tens of feet, and dust billowed into the sky, turning half of the sky gray and yellow.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Shen Ni lay in the center of the deep pit, dark red baleful energy surging from every pore of his body, colliding with the remaining five-colored Daoist aura in the air, emitting a hissing sound of erosion.

Shen Ni's chest was still rising and falling slightly, and with each breath, a jet of blood spurted from his mouth and nose, staining the soil beneath him dark red.

Hong Qing descended from the sky and stood at the edge of the deep pit. Looking at Shen Ni at the bottom of the pit, he raised his right hand and made a loose fist with his five fingers.

Shen Ni's physical body exploded, and three streams of pure energy from the beginning of creation tore apart his physical body and primordial spirit like invisible blades.

But at that moment, a burst of blood-red light exploded from Shen Ni's collapsing body.

The God-Slaying Spear flew out of Shen Ni's body, and the dark red light on the spear blade suddenly intensified. The spiral spear light, like a blood-red drill, shredded all three streams of pure energy that Hong Qing had extended, tore apart Hong Qing's protective divine light, and left a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on his palm.

Hong Qing grunted and quickly withdrew his hand.

At the same instant, four long rainbows flew out from Shen Ni's disintegrating body, intertwining and entwining with each other, like four evil dragons breaking free of their shackles, smashing through the void and disappearing before Hong Qing.

Four long streaks of light shot through the sky at incredible speed. Hong Qing tried to stop them, but the moment he raised his right hand, the four streaks of light vanished without a trace.

Hong Qing withdrew his right hand, glanced down at the bloodstain on his palm, and saw three streams of pure energy surging in his palm, clashing with the evil energy and emitting a soft hissing sound.

Mo Yun appeared before Hong Qing at this moment, glanced at the direction in which the four long rainbows disappeared, and said, "I also failed to capture Ji Du. Behind Ji Du, there are others."

Hong Qing glanced at Mo Yun, nodded calmly, and did not ask who the person behind Ji Du was. He then turned his gaze back to the battlefield below where the fighting was still going on.

Mo Yun also looked towards the battlefield.

The battle between the allied forces of all races and the army of ferocious beasts continued. Both sides were bloodthirsty, and the shouts of battle, screams of agony, roars of anger, and wails of pain mingled together, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Blood flowed into rivers on the wasteland, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The Allied Forces of All Races witnessed Shenni's fall, and their morale soared; the army of ferocious beasts also witnessed Shenni's fall, and their morale began to waver.

Mo Yun knew that this great calamity was over. Regardless of whether Shen Ni and Ji Du had escaped or who else was hiding behind them, the destruction of the ferocious beast clan was a foregone conclusion.

Shen Ni may still have a backup plan, and Ji Du may make a comeback, but those are things for the future. Right now, the fate of the ferocious beast clan has run out.

With a flick of his sleeve, Hong Qing unleashed three streams of pure energy that seemed to cascade down from the heavens, pouring into the ranks of the ferocious beast army.

Where the pure energy passed, ferocious beasts vanished in droves, their flesh and blood transformed into spiritual energy, their bones into earth and stone, and their souls into a gentle breeze, returning to the world.

Three huge gaps appeared in the ranks of the ferocious beast army, and nothing was left in the gaps except a clean, empty space.

The sword, Mo Yun, cleaved down, shaking the vast battlefield. The sword mark stretched from one end of the wasteland to the other, its length and depth unfathomable.

Wherever the sword marks passed, whether it was ferocious beasts or mountains, whether it was malevolent energy or clouds, everything was neatly cut in half. Countless ferocious beasts struggled on both sides of the sword marks. Some were cut in half at the waist but were still crawling, and some were split open vertically but were still roaring, but they soon lost their voices.

The two each made a move, annihilating nearly half of the ferocious beasts.

Witnessing this scene, the Allied Forces of All Races erupted in cheers. The elites of the five races charged ahead towards the ferocious beast army, followed closely by the warriors of all races. The allied forces, with their morale soaring, were like a colorful torrent, gradually devouring and annihilating the ferocious beast army that Hong Qing and Mo Yun had crippled.

This final battle lasted for a full thousand years.

Over the course of a thousand years, the ferocious beast army went from putting up a last-ditch resistance to being completely annihilated. When the last ferocious beast was nailed to an unnamed desolate mountain by the dragon warrior's dragon spear, the world suddenly fell silent.

Then, daylight came.

Layers of gilded light descended from the heavens, covering the sky and the earth, enveloping the entire wasteland in a sea of ​​interwoven yellow and black light.

The sunlight fell upon every warrior of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races. These warriors, who had fought bloody battles for thousands of years, felt an unprecedented warmth and tranquility in the sunlight. Their wounds began to heal, their magic power began to recover, and their fatigue began to dissipate.