Regarding the abyss, the vast majority of the citizens on the Douluo Continent knew almost nothing about it, and could even be said to have never heard of it.
The Federation had never made the existence of the abyssal plane public; every bloody battle over the past six thousand years had been hidden within the boundless Endless Mountains in the far west of the continent, covered by wind, snow, and silence.
The Federation knew well that once ordinary citizens learned that outside the continent there existed a plane constantly trying to devour them, panic would spread like a plague.
Therefore, this abyssal invasion was the same; every day, many people in the Endless Mountains in the far west sacrificed their lives to fight against the abyss.
Yet other parts of the continent remained peaceful, the streets were bustling as usual, and people lived their lives as usual, as if that distant battlefield had nothing to do with them.
Although Huo Yuhao was in the core layer of the Spirit Pagoda and held in his hands quite a few information channels that only high-level Federation officials could access, he still failed to obtain specific combat conditions regarding the fight against the abyss in the Endless Mountains.
However, it was not that he had completely no channels to find out, but in his heart, he was somewhat afraid to inquire.
He was afraid of hearing some bad news, afraid that a certain day's battle report would feature names he did not want to see.
Those hesitations and fears were like a thin shell, wrapping him within it.
Having just finished breakfast, Gu Yue sat opposite him, looking at his gloomy expression, and spoke softly: "Do not worry too much; the Federation has been able to fight the abyss for six thousand years, and they are not so easily able to breach in."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao turned his head to look at Gu Yue, squeezing a smile onto his face.
He knew that Gu Yue was comforting him, and he just wanted to open his mouth to say something.
But at that very instant, Gu Yue, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly vanished.
It was truly a disappearance out of thin air, without the slightest sign, without any Spirit Power fluctuations, and even without him perceiving any obvious spatial fluctuations.
She completely vanished from Huo Yuhao's sight just like that, like a wisp of blown-away smoke and dust.
Huo Yuhao noticed the last expression before Gu Yue disappeared; her face also carried a hint of astonishment, as if even she herself had not expected such a thing to happen.
Huo Yuhao's heart sank abruptly. This was definitely not a spatial teleportation method she actively initiated; what on earth was going on?
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In the far western land of the Douluo Continent, deep within the Endless Mountains.
The roaring sounds of wind and snow colliding with Spirit Power were mixed together, stirring the entire world into darkness and chaos.
A tragic and fierce battle was underway; the Federation army and powerhouses from major factions were locked in a bloody melee with tidal waves of abyssal creatures.
On the battlefield, people fell every moment; some were torn apart by abyssal creatures, some were submerged in the enemy tide after exhausting their strength, and others carried the determination of mutual destruction as they delivered their final strike into their opponent's body.
The shouts of killing, screams, explosive sounds of Spirit Power, and the low, hoarse roars of abyssal creatures intertwined into a noisy and heavy melody.
At the very core of the battlefield, Na'er was wearing three-word battle armor, with light golden patterns flowing across her silver-white armor, and eight spirit rings arranged in layers around her ankles.
Indeed, Na'er at this moment had broken through to become a Spirit Douluo!
What she held in her hand at this moment was not her original Spirit, the Silver Dragon Spear, but a spear displaying seven-colored hues.
After fusing the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the golden dragon spear had become her possession, and she had fused the two dragon spears into one, transforming them into this seven-colored dragon spear.
It possessed both the indestructible sharpness of the golden dragon spear and the ability of the Silver Dragon Spear to manipulate elemental power.
In her hands, this spear was like a flowing aurora, leaving a colorful trailing wake in the Void Realm with every thrust.
The two sides originally engaged in fierce combat on the battlefield seemed to have been pressed with a pause button at this moment, stopping simultaneously.
Especially those abyssal creatures; originally charging and killing without fear of death and with ferocious expressions, their faces now revealed an unprecedented panic.
Their gazes fell upon the figure holding the seven-colored dragon spear in the center of the battlefield, and many abyssal creatures even subconsciously took half a step back, as if seeing something that made them tremble from the depths of their Soul.
Because just moments ago, Na'er had pierced the head of the abyssal creature Six-Clawed Demon Emperor with that seven-colored dragon spear.
And following the fall of the Six-Clawed Demon Emperor, the ninety-seventh layer of the abyss it commanded had completely collapsed.
Abyssal creatures could resurrect in the abyssal plane after death; this was their innate advantage and their greatest reliance for being fearless of death.
Yet this advantage was being broken at this moment, and the Douluo Continent had already demonstrated the ability to completely destroy the abyss.
Death was no longer a brief departure, but a true end.
This unprecedented threat made all abyssal creatures feel true fear for the first time.
Afterwards, the abyssal creatures collectively rioted.
After the fear in their hearts was ignited, it turned into something more turbulent than madness.
They all realized that if this threat capable of completely destroying abyssal layers continued to exist, the momentum of offense and defense would be completely reversed today.
Therefore, no matter what price they had to pay, they must nip this threat in the cradle.
The Black Emperor and Bee Emperor, who had already broken the Seal, simultaneously locked their gazes on Na'er above the battlefield.
Devouring a layer of abyssal power and transmitting it to the Beast Platform indeed caused a trace of complacency to well up in Na'er's heart.
She felt that her contribution was not inferior to Gu Yue's in the slightest; she was using her own hands to transform the power of the abyss bit by bit into nutrients for the expansion of the Beast Platform.
However, before that complacency could fully blossom at the corners of her mouth, it was fiercely interrupted by these two suddenly descending gazes.
The feeling of being locked onto from the depths of her Soul by high-tier existences was like two invisible mountains pressing down simultaneously on her shoulders, causing her entire body to stiffen.
At almost the exact same time, the Black Emperor and Bee Emperor abandoned their respective current opponents, rushing towards her direction like two shooting stars.
Naturally, the Blood God Legion could not sit idly by and watch them succeed; the voice of Mirror Douluo Zhang Huanyun rang out across the battlefield like a thunderclap: "Stop them!"
Although the Blood God Legion had already sent out a distress signal, it had not yet been upgraded to the highest-level emergency mobilization, so the number of powerhouses coming to support from major factions was ultimately limited.
Because Qiangu Dongfeng wanted to take this opportunity to perform well, the Spirit Pagoda sent out the highest number of Title-level powerhouses instead.
At this moment, Qiangu Dongfeng naturally also noticed Na'er; he recognized her as Yun Ming's Disciple.
He glanced at the rapidly approaching Black Emperor and Bee Emperor. Even though he could free his hands to rescue her, in the end, he made no move.
At a position slightly further behind him, a white-gold figure had already moved.
Leng Yaozhu flew over, like an arc of light burning with Heavenly Phoenix True Fire, standing across the path of the Black Emperor rushing towards Na'er.
Amorous Douluo Zang Xin also extricated himself from the chaotic battle at the exact same moment. His figure swept across the battlefield like a stretched shadow, blocking in front of Na'er just in time to meet the Bee Emperor, another emperor-Rank powerhouse.
The Passionate Sword in his palm had already been unsheathed, its blade shimmering with a soft yet resilient glow, steadily intercepting the Bee Emperor's attack filled with berserk power mid-air.
The aftermath of the collision of the two forces spread outward, plowing trenches of varying depths into the ground.
However, the crisis was not resolved. Even though the Blood God of the Blood God Legion was trying his best to maintain that tattered Blood God Great Array, abyssal creatures were still continuously gushing out from the torn opening in the array, endless like a breached flood.
They could even sense that the aura of another emperor-Rank powerhouse from the top ten layers of the abyss was gradually approaching!
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