Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

He raised his hand and pointed to the dark veins that flowed with the lamentations of civilization, his voice carrying a chilling quality that pierced through illusion: "What you see is not a simple scene, but its... well, you can think of it as its 'digestive system'."

"It regards each era, countless civilizations, and even individual strong individuals like us as 'nourishment'."

"It is not actively 'destroying' itself, but rather 'feeding'."

"The sense of annihilation it exudes is its 'appetite' and its 'digestive juices'."

"The end we are fighting for is nothing more than its instinctive decomposition and absorption of 'food' during its feeding process!"

Upon hearing this, even those present who had endured countless hardships and possessed iron wills felt a chill run from the depths of their hearts straight to the top of their heads.

Do you regard eras and civilizations as food?

What a horrifying and despairing truth this is.

"so what!"

The Great Demon God was furious, his demonic flames soaring into the sky, scorching the unsettling dark red soil beneath his feet. "I have traversed countless ages, devouring heaven and earth. Today, I'll see who eats whom."

The sovereign's face was also extremely ugly, and the long river of civilization behind him roared in mournful cries.

The countless epic civilizations that shone brightly in that long river of history seemed to sense the terrible fate of potentially becoming "nourishment" in the end, hence the "war."

Ning Feng took a step forward, his voice echoing across this desolate land.

"Gentlemen! It sees us as food, so let us let it know,"

"Some 'foods' can break its teeth, tear its throat, and destroy its internal organs!"

"Today, not to live a life of ignominy, but for,"

"Defeat the heavens... Eat!"

"kill!"

The battle cry rose again.

This time, it was with extreme anger after discovering the truth and a resolute determination to live or die.

The flames of expedition were fiercely ignited on the "dining table" that was the root of all destruction.

The final battle has begun!

In an instant, Ning Feng tore through that void.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Demon God and the others followed suit.

"The final battle."

"Not only us, but also our compatriots who have been lost in the long river of history."

"They will return."

"Just today."

As the group stepped into that place.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that a piece of the past void was directly cleaved open by Ning Feng's sword.

Then you see an ancient road stretching endlessly down from antiquity to the land of oblivion.

They came to their side.

"kill."

Zhan Youyou, a surge of powerful energy swept across the desolate land.

……

Ning Feng cleaved through countless ages with a single sword strike, and the passage that extended down from the ancient road suddenly became stable.

Immediately following was a desolate, ancient, yet still fiercely burning fighting spirit.

Like a volcano that had slumbered for countless eons, it erupted with a deafening roar, sweeping across the entire land of the source of annihilation.

A figure appeared in the passage.

This is a team bearing the obvious marks of time. Their numbers are not particularly large.

But each of them exudes a terrifying aura of having been tempered by endless blood and fire, and having survived countless battles in despair.

Their armor was mostly tattered, stained with dried and blackened bloodstains belonging to unknown and powerful enemies. Some armor even bore the marks of different eras and civilizations, silently telling of the vastness and brutality of their past battles.

Their weapons were of all kinds, including ancient halberds and longswords that had been broken and reforged.

There are also staffs imbued with long-lost incantations...

Each piece contains a lost history and an indomitable spirit.

The leader was an old man who was not particularly tall, but seemed to bear the weight of countless ages.

His hair and beard were all white, and his face was withered. Only his eyes shone with a terrifying light, like two stars that had burned for billions of years in the eternal night, filled with endless sorrow and an inextinguishable flame of war.

He held a stone axe in his hand, which was covered in cracks and seemed to shatter at any moment.

The primordial aura emanating from the stone axe, as if it had spun the heavens and the earth, drew the attention of everyone present.

Behind the old man followed a variety of figures.