As the spiritual energy surged with incredible speed, it enveloped the two figures in countless layers, making it utterly impossible for any outsider to discern what was transpiring within those two strange orbs of light.
Until this moment, the Chaos Fire on the ground continued to burn, as if destined to rage on for eternity.
And the surviving experts among the alien race's Holy Emperor suicide squad were clearly terrified out of their wits. Not a single one dared to step within the range enveloped by this black flame. The seven thousand elites of the Sacred Land stood beyond the black flames, their gazes sharper than the fire itself! They stood motionless, only their blood-soaked white robes fluttering slowly in the wind.
The entire battlefield fell into a profound silence that lasted for over an hour!
The Chaos Fire, too, burned for a full hour or more.
On the original battlefield, everything—absolutely everything—had been burned into nothingness by the presence of the Chaos Fire!
The air was gone, the corpses were gone, the blood was gone, and even… the very earth beneath them was gone!
Where the Chaos Fire had been, there was now a massive black void of unknown depth!
A colossal black hole, like a sheer cliff face, perhaps even a tear in space itself!
High in the sky, the spiritual energy storm surrounding Jun Moxie gradually intensified before finally beginning to subside. Jun Moxie slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.
Not far away, the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master seemed to share an extraordinary synchronicity with Young Master Jun, opening his eyes at almost the exact same moment. Jun Moxie’s Creation of Heaven and Earth Divine Art was peerlessly miraculous, and the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master possessed unmatched power; they awoke simultaneously.
Their four eyes met again, and they shared a slight smile, both containing deep, unspoken meaning.
Through this natural recuperation following extreme exhaustion, Jun Moxie felt as if he were only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the seventh layer of the Hongjun Tower. Meanwhile, the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master felt that shattering his seal was also within immediate reach!
Both sensed a vague premonition: perhaps with just a little more effort now, they could achieve breakthrough!
Yet, both ceased the imminent breakthrough without a word to the other.
This was a battlefield; breaking through would inevitably demand a significant amount of time to stabilize their respective realms. Even with the aid of the Hongjun Tower, Jun Moxie required at least half a night to consolidate his realm, and the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master might need even longer, perhaps a full day or two to fully digest the change!
But given the severity of the current situation, there was absolutely no spare time for them to push for breakthroughs!
“That black flame of yours is truly an extraordinary Heaven and Earth spiritual object!” the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master sighed softly. “Though it was just a trace of an imprint, it contained exceptionally dense traces of the Great Dao. Even this brief contact has benefited me immensely.” The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s gaze was somewhat complex as he finally bowed sincerely with cupped fists: “Jun Moxie, this time, this young lord truly has you to thank!”
“I dare not accept such thanks. If you hadn’t stepped in to assist, how could that divine, timely strike have succeeded? It is precisely because of that strike that I have attained such an improvement today, capable of breaking through at any moment,” Jun Moxie said with a faint smile. “Everything happens as it should be.”
“Haha, ‘Everything happens as it should be,’ a fine saying indeed.” The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master laughed heartily.
Jun Moxie looked down at the ground, at the vast scar left by the Chaos Fire, and frowned slightly, raising his right hand gently.
Instantly, the black flames began to slowly ascend from the massive black hole.
For some unknown reason, the abyss-like void was instantaneously filled with thick, solid earth. The black hole, spanning a hundred li wide and several hundred li long, vanished without a trace in a flash.
With a gesture from Jun Moxie, the Chaos Spear, which had been hovering in the air, vanished entirely from the ground with a swish!
Where the hole had been, there was only a perfectly flat expanse of ground, smooth as if paved with cement.
On either side of this expanse, the opposing forces remained locked in a distant standoff!
It seemed as if the Chaos Fire that had just consumed sixteen thousand souls was nothing more than an illusion that caused no lasting damage.
Chuangshang Beidao, knowing he was powerless against that bizarre black flame, was contemplating whether to divide his forces and attempt to bypass the area consumed by the fire. After all, this section had effectively become a new divine scourge; attacking through it was sheer folly.
But he never expected the ground that had vanished to reappear in the blink of an eye. Chuangshang Beidao was momentarily stunned and uncertain, but he clearly lacked the time for extensive deliberation now, as the remaining lifespan of these troops was dwindling rapidly!
Chuangshang Beidao’s preparations for this battle had been meticulous. Previously, he had used a secret technique to elevate all twenty thousand members of the suicide corps to the Holy Emperor realm, yet he had not sent them into battle immediately. Instead, he ordered them to push their inherent cultivation to its absolute limit, maximizing the secret technique’s effect to reach the peak of the Holy Emperor level. Although this suicide corps could sustain their fighting power for only two more hours, those two hours represented the peak performance window for over twenty thousand Peak Holy Emperors!
During these two hours, no other force in the world could withstand this Peak Holy Emperor Suicide Legion; even a Saint could not. Two full hours at their zenith could accomplish immeasurable deeds!
Yet, the mysteries of the world are such that the joint strike by Jun Moxie and the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master annihilated over eighty percent of this Peak Holy Emperor Legion in an instant, and the sustained burning of the Chaos Fire delayed the battle by over an hour, adding to the prior warm-up time!
The peak combat time these suicide troops could maintain was now left with less than fifteen minutes! If they could not unleash their self-detonation method to perish with the enemy within that quarter of an hour, they would face fatal decline as their life force was depleted!
This was truly the cruel irony of fate!
And now, the remaining four thousand or so men, whose morale had plummeted to rock bottom, were still separated from the opposing force by nearly a hundred li of space! This distance, normally negligible, now meant that time was synonymous with victory or defeat!
Time is money! Time is life!
In that moment, Chuangshang Beidao profoundly grasped the true meaning of this ultimate maxim!
Therefore, the instant Chuangshang Beidao saw the ground reappear, he barely considered his options before waving his great hand and roaring towards the remaining four thousand-plus soldiers: “For the glory of the Shenri Clan, Charge! Kill! Ha ha ha!”
Chuangshang Beidao remained the foremost figure among the alien races, possessing extraordinary prestige. Following his shout, the alien suicide legion, which had been utterly disheartened, suddenly reignited its fighting spirit. A shrill, wolf-like cry echoed out as all four thousand men threw themselves forward once more without hesitation.
Chuangshang Beidao was now on edge, seeing enemies in every shadow. He focused his gaze on the ground, and when the first alien soldier rushed across, the earth remained unmoved, incredibly solid. His heart eased slightly; it seemed the land could not be completely burned away after all. Even the malevolent black flame was not omnivorous.
Watching as all four thousand-plus men charged across, certain they could activate their ultimate measures before the time limit to destroy the Continental Alliance's defense line, Chuangshang Beidao felt his heart settle. He waved his hand again, and the main alien army immediately sounded their horns, a sound that shook the heavens! All troops surged forward simultaneously, like hungry wolves and tigers!
Even with only four thousand men left, it was enough to blast open multiple paths!
Chuangshang Beidao reassured himself internally, his eagle-like eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Sacred Land contingent, who stood in strict formation opposite them. In his eyes, these seven thousand-plus people were destined to become countless pieces of shredded flesh in moments!
But why would Jun Moxie be so kind as to refill the ground just to facilitate the enemy’s assault?
When things look too normal, there must be a trick!
And now, the “trick” had arrived!
All of this was merely a blinding maneuver orchestrated by Jun Moxie. The earth had indeed been refilled, but under the control of Young Master Jun’s Earth Power, it was only several zhang thick on the surface. It was merely being temporarily supported and held up by the Earth Power, preventing it from collapsing; intrinsically, it was nothing more than a massive floating bridge.
The moment the last foot of the fourth thousand-man suicide legion stepped onto this earth…
Jun Moxie’s handsome face broke into a sinister grin. To the stunned gaze of the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master, he roared sharply: “Water Power! Activate!”
With a tremendous whoosh, the Heavenly River was unleashed once more!
But this time, its descent was even more ferocious than before!
In addition to the Water Power automatically condensing the moisture within a thousand li radius, Jun Moxie released the entirety of the water he had previously drawn into the Hongjun Tower space at this very moment. The area ten li ahead of the Sacred Land contingent instantly transformed into a vast ocean, with towering waves surging skyward!
Countless alien experts flying in the air were violently smashed down by this sudden deluge, falling into the water and thrashing about like drowned chickens!
Then, confirming that all the alien race members had landed, and the colossal waves obscured all vision, Jun Moxie chuckled darkly and roared: “Sink! Sink your damn Yasukuni Shrine! Shrine your mother’s head! A divine latrine is more like it!”
With a thunderous boom, the earth disintegrated once more! All the alien suicide legion experts—all four thousand of them, without a single exception—tumbled into the massive pit hundreds of li wide!
The sounds of successive booms erupted with such intensity, like a New Year’s Eve celebration desperately substituting rockets for firecrackers… the sound was deafening!
Innumerable splashes of water erupted upward from beneath the ground!
Since they had reached the final moment and could no longer survive without self-detonation, these “Peak” Holy Emperor experts ignored whether enemies were nearby and initiated a brilliant fireworks display—a spectacular firework show! The water obscured everything anyway; it made no difference whether the action was useful or not…
Dying this way by self-destruction meant their families would live happily, and their souls could enter the Yasukuni Shrine. If they held back and failed to self-detonate, they would truly become cowards and be utterly finished…
Driven by this thinking, over four thousand Holy Emperor experts bit down and exploded into a mass simultaneously.
Mo Wudao and the others watched, dumbfounded.
Because they had initially expected to go and never return, they were treated to two consecutive free firework shows! It was truly spectacular, one grander than the last… Such a sight, it was simply awe-inspiring! It was utterly shocking…