Long River Eternity

After Lin Ding successfully broke through his shackles, he seemed to be reborn from the ashes, completely transformed.

Previously, he was powerless against attacks imbued with the power of laws, but now, in terms of realm, he stands shoulder to shoulder with Burning Heaven and Disaster Reaper, on the same starting line.

The Law of Chaos, as the most powerful existence among the laws of Heaven, is like an ancient god hidden in the depths of the endless void. It is more profound, mysterious, and incomparably powerful than the Law of Fire, which burns the heavens and is as hot as a hell, and the Law of Fear, which brings disaster and is sinister and terrifying.

Although Lin Ding had just broken through and his realm had not yet been stabilized, he possessed a unique advantage in the Chaos Law, making him like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed, revealing his full brilliance.

In the fierce battle with the two veteran Dominator Realm experts, Burning Heaven and Disaster Reaper, his movements were as agile as a dragon and his moves as sharp as lightning.

Every punch seemed to shake the heavens and earth; every palm strike seemed to tear through time and space.

For a moment, the battle between the three was like a spectacular fireworks display, with the power of laws crisscrossing and shimmering with light, making it a fierce and evenly matched contest.

In contrast, the Spirit Extinction, the only being at the Harmony Realm, seemed out of place in this fierce battle dominated by the power of laws, like a lone boat on the edge of a storm.

He could only linger on the edge of the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to strike, occasionally launching some harmless attacks in an attempt to harass Lin Ding.

However, attacks without the support of laws are of negligible effect.

Looking at the other battlefields, the fierce battle between Kong and Hantian was breathtaking. Both of them unleashed their full power, as if the heavens and earth were drawn into this conflict.

In the end, they both suffered a tragic fate of mutual destruction. Hantian was severely injured and unconscious, like a collapsed towering mountain, his breath weak; his spiritual energy was exhausted, like a dried-up river, devoid of vitality.

Both of them have temporarily lost their ability to fight.

Faced with the powerful Kunpeng, Wu Pokong could only rely on his indestructible body to buy time with injuries.

Each attack he endured was accompanied by splattering blood, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered, like an unyielding Great Wall of steel, holding back the Kunpeng's steps.

Zhan Tianqiong was now in dire straits. Under Bai Ze's covert guidance, Di Jiang and Zhong Rong coordinated perfectly, launching a relentless offensive.

Their attacks were relentless, like a storm, and Zhan Tianqiong was forced to retreat steadily under their fierce onslaught, struggling to defend himself. His figure amidst the barrage of attacks was like a small boat in a tsunami; defeat seemed only a matter of time.

Only Lin Ding remained as steady as Mount Tai when facing the three demons of Burning Heaven, barely managing to hold his own and not being at a disadvantage.

Overall, the situation for the human race is like a sky shrouded in gloom, fraught with danger and far from optimistic.

As the fierce battle reached its climax, with everyone focused on the killing intent before them, a dazzling streak of light suddenly streaked across the sky, plummeting vertically towards the earth below.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the streak of light, and the intense battle seemed to be paused.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar, like a thunderclap from ancient times, resounded between heaven and earth. Accompanying the roar, the entire earth shook violently as if struck by a giant hammer.

The streak of light crashed heavily into the sea of ​​lava, like a blazing star thrown into a fiery inferno.

The surging magma was like an enraged beast, churning and splashing wildly, with scalding magma droplets flying everywhere, drawing fiery red arcs in the air.

At the same time, the billowing smoke and dust, like a giant gray monster, shot into the sky from the point of impact, intertwining with the red lava to create a magnificent yet terrifying scene. For a moment, everyone's vision was obscured by the lava and smoke, making it impossible to discern what it was.

This sudden turn of events caused everyone involved in the battle to tacitly stop what they were doing.

They all knew that this was the end of an even more thrilling battle in the heavens.

Everyone stared intently at the area shrouded in smoke and dust, waiting for the dust to dissipate, eager to know the final outcome of the battle.

Before long, the lingering smoke and dust began to dissipate slowly.

Everyone's gaze eagerly pierced through the gradually thinning chaos, and what first came into view was an astonishingly vast and enormous pit.

It resembles a wound torn open by a tremendous force, spanning over ten kilometers in circumference. The pit walls are steep as if carved by a knife and axe, and the deep bottom of the pit seems to conceal endless darkness and the unknown, as if it were the entrance to another terrifying world.

Just as everyone was stunned by this shocking sight, a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell, like a thunderclap, suddenly exploded from the still-lingering smoke and dust.

The spreading sound waves, like tangible blades, swept across the land with overwhelming force. Wherever they passed, the remaining dust was instantly cut and blown away, as if a fragile veil had been easily torn apart, revealing the breathtaking scene hidden behind it.

From the depths of the earth, a colossal shadow slowly emerged from the darkness. A black, nine-headed serpent, a thousand meters long, appeared at the bottom of this unfathomable pit, like a ferocious beast that had broken free from the primordial chaos.

Its jet-black scales, which should have shimmered with a chilling, eerie light, were covered in blood, mottled and patchy, like a tragic painting.

The Hydra's body was crisscrossed with scars, as if it had been ruthlessly sculpted by the knife of time.

Two of the heads had been lost in the battle, leaving only jagged cuts from which blood gushed out, drawing shocking arcs in the air.

The other three heads were covered with dense cracks, like porcelain about to shatter.

They drooped limply, the light in their eyes gradually dimming as if telling of endless weariness and despair.

The remaining four heads were raised high, like four sharp swords pointing straight to the sky.

From their mouths came a deafening roar, a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell, filled with resentment and anger.

The roar echoed through the deep pit, creating layers of reverberations, and the whole world trembled at the tragic fate of this ferocious beast.

That defiant roar contained a yearning for victory, a fear of death, and endless resentment towards the enemy.

However, deep within this roar, a hint of powerlessness was faintly revealed.

It knew that it had exhausted all its strength in this fierce battle and could no longer reverse the defeat.

In this endless abyss, the Hydra's roar echoed for a long time, like a tragic song, bringing this thrilling battle to a tragic end.

"Is this a nightmare or Xiang Liu? Why are there nine heads?" Lin Ding wondered.

As the roar subsided, Hydra seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength and collapsed to the ground. Although its eyes were open and it was still breathing, it was severely injured and unable to move.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and Nian Shengzhong slowly descended from the sky, his body surrounded by blood-red light, as if he had been drenched in a rain of blood. He was like a war god born from blood, and it was difficult to tell whether the crimson blood was his own or that of his enemies.

He exuded a chilling aura, hovering steadily in mid-air in the center of the deep pit, his gaze sharp and piercing, staring directly at the hydra at the bottom of the pit.

“You…you won.” The hydra struggled to raise one of its heads, its voice weak as a candle flickering in the wind. “As agreed, from now on, the Northern Frost Demon Alliance will never set foot in human territory again.”

Nian Zhong Sheng nodded slightly, a movement that, though subtle, carried an undeniable authority. He slowly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over each of the demonic beasts. At this moment, his eyes were no longer filled with the peace and benevolence of the past; they were like a sharp blade in the cold night, cold and stern: "Come here, all of you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ding and the others did not hesitate at all, and quickly rushed to stand behind Nian Zhong Sheng.

At this moment, apart from Lin Ding, who remained calm and composed, Zhan Tianqiong, Wu Pokong, and Kong were all exhausted. Their faces were as pale as paper, their breathing was disordered, and they resembled withered leaves in a storm, swaying precariously.

Zhan Tianqiong was in an even worse state, covered in wounds, his clothes torn and stained with blood, each wound seemingly telling the story of the arduous battle.

"Are you alright?" Zhan Tianqiong looked at Nian Zhongsheng, who was covered in blood, his eyes filled with worry and his voice trembling slightly.

"It's alright," Nian Zhongsheng said softly, his voice low and calm, as if the earth-shattering battle they had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial interlude.

Just as Nian Zhong Sheng appeared, a mysterious golden light flashed in Bai Ze's eyes.

The golden light flowed endlessly, as if it were peering into the mysteries of future cause and effect, searching for the impending changes in the river of time.

Seeing this, Zhong Rong stepped forward and asked with some urgency, "Master, what should we do next? Should we continue this battle?"

The golden light in Bai Ze's eyes faded like the tide, his brows furrowed, and his gaze became solemn and deep.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and heavy: "His cultivation is too high. I have exhausted all means, but I still cannot see through his causal trajectory."

Only my instinct to avoid danger and seek good fortune told me that if the fight continued, the outcome would likely be dire.

"Are we just going to let them go like this?" Although Dijiang's expression couldn't be seen, his voice clearly showed his resentment.

Originally, the dawn of victory was already in sight; given a little more time, he was certain he could defeat Zhan Tianqiong. But now, he could only watch helplessly as his opponent was about to escape unscathed.

Bai Ze sighed softly, his sigh carrying endless vicissitudes and helplessness: "Jing Yan has already been defeated, and the one before us is now the most powerful expert who is closest to the Dao Yi Realm. With our current strength, it is like throwing an egg against a rock, and there is nothing we can do about it."