A moment later, a lean figure suddenly crawled out from the fissure.
Its body shape was similar to that of a human, but its two arms presented curved, pitch-black sickle shapes, the blades shimmering with a dim luster as if they were ready to tear apart everything in their path at any moment.
Its entire body was covered in dark gray carapace, like a layer of natural armor conforming to its skin, and with a slight shudder of the thin membrane wings on its back, its figure abruptly vanished on the spot.
That was a sign of spatial travel, rather than pure speed.
The next instant, it had already appeared directly above Na'er's head.
The overwhelmingly oppressive aura was enough to rival a human Quasi-God level powerhouse.
This was precisely the Sickle Emperor of the fifth layer of the Abyss, an existence renowned for having the fastest speed among the monarchs of the first ten layers of the Abyss.
Its descent was like the Grim Reaper manifesting, causing the aura of the entire battlefield to tighten instantly.
Na'er had already reacted the moment she sensed the approaching danger; as the half of the Silver Dragon King, her mastery over elemental power far surpassed ordinary Spirit Masters, and she was especially sensitive to spatial perception.
Almost the instant the Sickle Emperor's figure vanished, a layer of silver-white spatial ripples surged around her body, and her entire person disappeared from the spot like a ripple brushed by a breeze, precisely dodging the Sickle Emperor's descending strike.
The Sickle Emperor's attack missed, its body pausing slightly in mid-air as its dark eyes swiftly locked onto the position where Na'er reappeared.
It was about to flap its wings and pursue her, yet right at the moment it just turned its direction, a long spear arrived like a streak of light, piercing through the air and precisely blocking its path.
The figure of Guan Yue, the Vice Master of the War God Hall, then suddenly appeared, grasping the Overlord Sky Divine Spear with the tip slightly flicked upward, pointing directly at the Sickle Emperor's face.
His expression was calm, and he spoke in an indifferent tone: "Your opponent is me."
Because the Blood God Legion requested reinforcements in a timely manner, the powerhouses of various major factions gathered at the Endless Mountains in the shortest possible time.
The Federal Army, the Spirit Pagoda, the War God Hall, the Tang Sect, various major Sects and noble families...
Figure after figure crisscrossed and shuttled across the battlefield, intercepting the tide-like offensive of the abyss creatures section by section.
Even though the Blood God Great Array had already fractured, the front lines were still temporarily stabilized, firmly pinning the abyss's footsteps to the outer periphery of the mountains.
Because of the Holy Spirit Cult's surprise attack, only seven of the nine Blood Gods remained now, and at this moment, all of their expressions changed drastically.
The Blood God Great Array, which had originally been barely holding on, suddenly transmitted a violent tremor, as if something was forcefully tearing at that dilapidated boundary from the other end of the fissure.
An unprecedented oppressive feeling was seeping out bit by bit from the gap in the Formation, like an iceberg slowly floating upward beneath the water's surface, carrying a heaviness that made one feel uneasy from the depths of their Soul.
Influenced by this aura, the auras on the bodies of those abyss monarchs and abyss kings who had already rushed out of the Seal abruptly surged by a section at the exact same instant.
Their gazes flashed with a radiance bordering on excitement, as if they were waiting for the descent of a certain existence.
"Trash."
A deep and hoarse voice came from the depths of the fissure; the voice was not loud, yet it seemed to permeate the entire battlefield, clearly falling into the ears of every single person.
Immediately, the interior of the entire abyss passage suddenly lit up, turning into an indescribable pale white.
The seven Blood Gods felt simultaneously that the Blood God Great Array seemed to have been frozen at this moment.
No matter how they mobilized their Spirit Power, they could no longer control the operation of the Formation.
Meanwhile, the fissure on the Formation began to slowly expand at this moment, as if being torn open from the inside by a pair of invisible giant hands.
Furthermore, the energy overflowing from the fissure had already begun to exceed the scope of what everyone present could comprehend.
Quite a few people present were existences on the Douluo Continent known as "demigods" and "Quasi-Gods"; standing at the Peak of this continent, they considered themselves to have touched the limit of power.
Yet at this moment, when that aura seeping out from the abyss fissure truly landed within their perception, they finally understood for the very first time what was truly meant by Divine Rank power.
That was a coercion that did not belong to the mortal World, one that was irresistible, and before which even gazing up appeared pale and feeble.
"Welcome, Holy Monarch!"
Several abyss monarchs and kings simultaneously retreated to the side, lowering their heads in a respectful posture.
The arrogant aura they had just displayed was restrained cleanly at this moment, replaced by an expression of near-pious solemnity.
Hearing this title, the hearts of the human side all sank abruptly.
That most powerful Holy Monarch of the abyss plane was actually going to descend in person?!
Merely sensing the aura overflowing from the fissure, everyone clearly knew that this was definitely an existence they could not contend against.
That power completely exceeded the scope of the Spirit Master system, and even the Quasi-Gods present could only feel an awe stemming from instinct at this moment.
Right at this moment, that deep and hoarse voice came out from the depths of the Seal once again.
"If you are willing to submit, this monarch can grant you the position of Abyss Enforcer, above ten thousand people and below only one person. How about it?"
This sentence did not mention any names, yet every single person present seemed to be able to tell that the target this Abyss Holy Monarch was recruiting was precisely Na'er.
There was no shortage of Quasi-God level powerhouses within the human camp, yet this Holy Monarch unexpectedly chose a Spirit Douluo as the target for recruitment.
Everyone's hearts were first startled, but then they quickly seemed to figure out the reason behind it.
No matter how strong other Quasi-Gods were, they could not fundamentally and completely annihilate a layer of the abyss.
Yet Na'er was different; the Seven-Colored Dragon Spear in her hand and that ability fusing the Bloodlines of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King had already displayed the power to directly destroy abyss tiers.
Letting her act as the Abyss Enforcer was indeed most appropriate.
Facing the Abyss Holy Monarch's recruitment, Na'er merely let out a cold huff.
Her voice was not loud, yet it carried a resounding arrogance, as if she were not facing a supreme existence of the abyss plane, but merely an arrogant scoundrel spouting nonsense before her: "If you are willing to submit, I will spare your life. How about it?"
Who was Na'er? She was the half of the Silver Dragon King!
And who was the Silver Dragon King? That was the half of the Dragon God!
Even within the Divine Realm where powerhouses were countless, the Dragon God was an existence that could be called invincible!
To make Na'er submit to a Holy Monarch of the abyss plane, was he even worthy?
Although Na'er's cultivation was far inferior to her opponent at this moment, the pride flowing within her bones and blood made her look down on this recruitment from the bottom of her heart; this was an insult to her!
She stood on the battlefield, the silver-white battle armor around her body shimmering with a chilling luster amidst the pale-white abyss light, the Seven-Colored Dragon Spear in her hand raised slightly, its tip pointing straight at the expanding fissure without a shred of retreat in her posture.
In the eyes of others, however, Na'er had become an absolute "loyal subject" of the continent.
Even when facing such a mighty Abyss Holy Monarch, she not only flatly refused him, but even dared to sarcastically retort to his face.
This courage and integrity caused the hearts of quite a few people to vibrate intensely.
Yet the rejected Abyss Holy Monarch flew into a rage; having always been a man of his word in the abyss plane and ruling over hundreds of millions of abyss creatures for countless years, when had anyone ever dared to speak to him in such a tone?
When that deep voice came again, it already carried a layer of undisguised sternness and severity: "Bragging without shame, overestimating your own capabilities!"
The moment those words fell, the sky seemed to abruptly twist.
That distortion was not a deformation visible to the naked eye, but a sense of dislocation welling up from the depths of perception, as if the entire World had undergone some incomprehensible shift at that very instant.
The white clouds above the sky did not drift away, but directly disintegrated, as if ground into the finest particles by an invisible force.
Everyone felt that breathing had become incomparably difficult, as if they were not standing on a battlefield at this moment, but were enemies with the entire World.
That overwhelming oppressive feeling caused some low-tier Spirit Masters to kneel directly on the ground, most of their strength to even stand up being drained away.
The fissure of the Blood God Great Array was abruptly forced open, expanding by more than double compared to just a moment ago.
The seven Blood Gods maintaining the Formation simultaneously suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood in unison. Their bodies swayed violently amidst the counter-shock of the Formation, yet they still gritted their teeth and maintained the Formation.
Yet that fissure continued to expand irredeemably, and finally the place of the Seal exploded with a bang, a massive hand as white as jade stretching out from the fissure.
That hand was completely different from a human hand; it had seven fingers, slender and well-proportioned, its entire body carved like white jade without the slightest trace of blood vessel patterns.
It slowly reached out just like that, its seven fingers slightly parted, as if reaching out from the depths of the abyss toward this World.
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A/N:
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