My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

The Chaos Axe tore through space and chopped down fiercely on Luohu's head with the power to destroy everything.

The dazzling light illuminated Luohou's terrified face. He watched the destructive light getting closer and closer. His former arrogance and arrogance had long since disappeared, leaving only the fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

The desperate roar was stuck in his throat, like a duck with its neck strangled, and he could only make hoarse whimpers.

The shadow of death enveloped him and the tide of memories drowned him. He seemed to have returned to countless years ago, when he was hunted by the great god Pangu. The despair of having no way to heaven or to earth swept over him again.

He escaped by luck then, but can he escape this disaster now?

All the gods who were watching the battle, whether they were from the Taicang human race or the ancient god camp, held their breath, as if their hearts were being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Luo Hou's life or death will directly determine the direction of this protracted war. The Taicang people are looking forward to Luo Hou's fall, while the ancient gods are praying for a miracle.

The air was filled with tension and anxiety, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Just when the Chaos Axe was about to touch Luohu's head, a vast wave of mental power like the ocean suddenly erupted, like an invisible giant wall, blocking the fall of the Chaos Axe.

The space shook violently, groaning as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

"Lu Yun, forget it!" A cold voice, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld Hell, echoed in the void.

The Eternal Ancient God, who had been hiding in the dark, waiting for his chance like a venomous snake, finally made his move. To him, Luo Hou was not only an ally, but also an indestructible shield that could perfectly make up for his shortcomings in defense.

Now that Luohou's life is hanging by a thread, he has to take the risk.

The eternal ancient god's mental power split into two, one of which was like a sharp blade, piercing Lu Yun's mind, intending to disrupt his mind and attack Wei to save Zhao.

The other turned into a gentle giant hand, trying to pull Luohou out of the shadow of death from the Chaos Axe. Lu Yun had been prepared, and he snorted coldly, "You are trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, you are overestimating your own strength!"

The power of the sword formed an indestructible barrier around him, like a solid wall of steel, blocking all the mental attacks of the Eternal Ancient God.

Although Lu Yun's telekinesis was not as good as that of the Eternal Ancient God, the sword power he condensed was of extremely high quality, enough to offset part of the attack.

The remaining mental impact, with the support of other Taicang warriors, disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean.

The Taicang warriors formed a solid line of defense. Their strength gathered together to form a powerful torrent, protecting Lu Yun firmly.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants!" The Eternal Ancient God's tone was full of disdain and contempt. He was not surprised that his attack was blocked, as if everything was within his expectations.

A cold light flashed in Lu Yun's eyes. He used part of his mind to resist the harassment of the Eternal Ancient God's mental power. At the same time, he controlled the Chaos Axe and continued to chop towards Luohou.

The Chaos Axe let out a deafening roar, like an enraged ancient beast, crushing towards Luohou with the power to destroy everything.

"Ah!" Luohu let out a shrill scream. Under the attack of the Chaos Axe, his divine body quickly shattered like fragile porcelain, turned into starlight, and dissipated into the void.

Even if he possessed a powerful divine body and the power of life and death, he was like paper in front of the Chaos Axe and was vulnerable to a single blow.

Together with the other ancient gods that he had previously devoured and merged with, they all turned into ashes and completely disappeared from this world.

“No… my divine body… my power of life and death…” Luohu’s true spirit let out a desperate wail, floating in the void like a lonely ghost.

Without the protection of the divine body, his power of life and death also dissipated, like a dead tree with its vitality drained away, leaving only despair and fear.

Lu Yun had no mercy at all. He controlled the Chaos Axe and chopped at Luohu's true spirit again.

The light of the Chaos Axe flashed, and Luohu's true spirit was like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant and completely disappeared from this world.

With the death of Luohu, the morale of the ancient god camp collapsed completely, like a deflated ball, no longer able to muster any fighting spirit.

Lu Yun took back the Chaos Axe and continued to refine the power in it. He knew that the power of the Chaos Axe was far more than that, and his biggest enemy was still the Eternal Ancient God who was hidden very deeply.

"The sixth level of telekinesis cultivation... is really tricky..." Lu Yun thought to himself. The Eternal Ancient God was hiding so deeply, his purpose and true strength were still a mystery, which forced him to be more vigilant.

The Taicang human warriors, who did not understand telekinesis, burst into thunderous cheers when they saw Luohou being killed. They hugged and celebrated with each other, as if they had already won the final victory.

"We win! We win!"

"Rahu is dead, the ancient god camp is finished!"

"As long as we kill the Eternal Ancient God, we will be completely victorious!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, powerful people who had practiced telekinesis, such as the Zhenwu Emperor, appeared exceptionally calm. There was not the slightest joy on their faces, but instead they were filled with solemnity.

They were well aware of the power of the Eternal Ancient Gods, and Luohu's death was only the prelude to the truly cruel war.

"This is just the beginning..." Emperor Zhenwu whispered, his voice full of worry.

"Yes, the real test has just begun..." Several other telekinetic masters also nodded, their eyes filled with confusion and fear about the future.

At the place where Luohu fell, at the edge of a huge deep pit, the charred land was barren of grass and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, as if it was the entrance to hell.

The remaining chaotic energy floated around like a ghost, making low whimpers, which was creepy.

The surviving ancient gods all had pale faces and empty eyes. They were either sitting or standing, as stiff as sculptures, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock of Luohou's fall.

Kuntong Divine Lord, the once invincible powerful man, was now sitting dejectedly on a charred stone. His gorgeous clothes were torn and covered with dust and blood. His once high-spirited face was now covered with deep wrinkles, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the chaotic energy, but suddenly retracted it as if it was some terrible poison.

"Luo Hou was defeated..." Kuntong Divine Venerable's voice was hoarse and weak, as if it came from the depths of his throat, "He is an existence that even I have to be wary of..."

Another ancient god, with a burly figure and a ferocious face, had one of his arms missing and black blood was still oozing from the wound.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Defeated? He was exhausted to death! That Lu Yun is simply a monster! His sword power is simply unstoppable! We can't kill him or outlast him, how can we fight this battle?"

He pounded the ground hard, venting his fear and anger.