Dark clouds swirled violently above the shattered skies of the Void Arena. Black lightning danced like demonic serpents, tearing through the heavens with unholy wrath. The collapse of Xu Yang by Chu Feng's hands had sent tremors throughout the realm, awakening forces long dormant.
From opposite ends of the battlefield, two unparalleled entities stepped forward.
Shi Hao—the Heaven Defying Supreme, born of miracles and bloodshed. His very presence bent space. His skin glowed faintly with the golden hue of an immortal body, and his eyes, radiant with the symbols of ancient Dao, burned with contempt.
Opposite him stood Fang Han—the Undying Lord of the Eternal Void. His aura was like a black sun, consuming all light. In one hand, he held the Heaven-Slaughter Halberd, forged in forgotten dimensions. His expression was cold, unmoved by chaos.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
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"You were warned," Fang Han's voice echoed, distorted by layers of reality. "This war belongs to forces beyond you, Shi Hao."
Shi Hao smirked. "Then I'll break those forces too."
Without warning, they clashed.
A single step from Shi Hao cracked the earth below. He vanished, reappearing in front of Fang Han with a Heaven-Piercing Fist, layered with thousands of ancient runes. Fang Han raised his halberd, blocking it with a parry so powerful the shockwave split a nearby mountain in two.
BOOM!!!
Lightning and void flames exploded outward, vaporizing the battlefield's edge. Spectators—if any remained—could only see blinding flashes of gold and black, each one containing enough power to erase cities.
Shi Hao activated the Desolate Dao, his body surrounded by primal celestial patterns. He summoned his Twelve True Spirit Forms, each roaring with the might of ancient beasts—white tigers, divine dragons, thunder hawks—all merging into one apocalyptic form.
Fang Han's response was cold and decisive.
He unleashed his Great Chaos Immortal Sutra, manipulating the fabric of causality. Time fractured around him, looping seconds into millennia, breaking Shi Hao's flow. The Void itself twisted like a beast recoiling from his power.
"You fight like a sovereign," Fang Han muttered, "But I devour sovereigns."
He struck forward, the Heaven-Slaughter Halberd screaming as it tore through space. Shi Hao parried, his Immortal Gold Bones holding strong—but a deep gash appeared on his shoulder. Blood, glittering like molten sunlight, dripped into the void.
Shi Hao laughed.
"Finally. A real battle."
He ignited his Primordial Battle Soul, a forbidden state only meant for cosmic extinction. His hair turned silvery-white, his veins glowing blue, and his aura soared into the realm of the gods.
Fang Han's expression sharpened. For the first time, he was forced to draw deeper power. A vortex of black petals spread behind him—the Blossoms of Eternal Samsara—a technique that annihilated reincarnation itself. Anything touched by it would vanish from existence.
SLASH!
Shi Hao's punch shattered one petal.
SWOOSH!
The next petal passed through his left arm—gone in an instant, erased from all timelines.
But Shi Hao only smiled grimly and regenerated it using forbidden essence, burning a portion of his own life.
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Elsewhere, the observers stirred.
Tang San's silver eyes narrowed. "Their strength… even in my God Realm, I've never seen distortions like this."
Nie Li stood silently, reading fate threads with growing horror. "The balance is gone. This war—someone is manipulating it from beyond the boundary."
And deep within the sealed caverns, Lin Feng clenched his fists.
"If Shi Hao falls… the dimensional gate will open."
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Back in the voidstorm, Shi Hao and Fang Han entered their final exchange.
Shi Hao summoned the Great Wilderness Heaven, manifesting his ancient domain. Inside, all energies bent to his will, and golden trees of life rained divine fire. Fang Han countered with his Void Epoch Descent, collapsing all dimensions into singularity.
For a moment—time stood still.
Then…
KRAAAKKK!!!
A blinding explosion engulfed the sky.
When the dust cleared, both warriors stood—barely.
Shi Hao, one eye blinded, half his armor gone. Fang Han, bleeding black essence from the chest, his halberd cracked.
"I'll admit…" Fang Han said, panting, "You truly defy Heaven."
"And you…" Shi Hao grinned through blood, "...deserve to fall with it."
They prepared for one final blow—when suddenly, the skies screamed.
A rift tore open above them.
From it descended a presence unlike any other—neither mortal nor god. Its form was hidden in shadow and black lightning, cloaked in dark mist.
Chu Feng stepped out.
But it was not the same Chu Feng.
His eyes were empty voids filled with galaxies. Around him, the souls of ancient realms screamed in silence. Black lightning crackled at his fingertips—not natural, but cursed, as if stolen from a forgotten origin.
"This war is no longer yours," he said, his voice layered with a thousand echoes.
"It's mine."
The battlefield fell silent.
Even Shi Hao and Fang Han… paused.
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To be continued…