Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Zhao Ming stood like a giant on this vast expanse of land, the city a colossus at his feet. His gaze pierced through the layers of mist and fell upon the densely packed stone statues before him. The shock that surged through him was like a surging wave, indescribable.

Among these stone statues are stone statues of monsters. They have various shapes. Some are like towering mountains, tall and mighty; some are like nimble cheetahs, with a strong posture; and some are like ferocious evil spirits, with terrifying faces.

They were once giants of light and darkness, but now they had solidified into cold stone statues. He seemed to recall the thrilling war where the forces of light and darkness fought a life-and-death battle.

Countless giants fell like meteors, their blood dyed the land red like a red river, and their bodies turned into these stone statues like sculptures.

Zhao Ming seemed to be there himself, witnessing the tragic scene at that time. The battle between the giants was as fierce and cruel as a volcanic eruption, and every moment was filled with life and death decisions.

"How many heroic souls of giants are buried in this damn place? No wonder the super-ancient civilization was like a setting sun after this battle and never recovered." Zhao Ming said with a sigh.

If the struggle between light and darkness sounded the clarion call of decline, then the appearance of Zijella was like the devil's claws, accelerating the process of destruction, and the last appearance of Gatanjea was like the scythe of the god of death, adding the fatal blow of destruction.

"The human heart is truly more terrifying than even evil spirits..."

Zhao Ming slowly turned his body and scanned the area with his eyes like a torch. He saw that this vast city was densely packed with broken stone statues, all of which exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

Looking at the stone statues all over the ground, Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that one has to be crazy to become a demon!" Once upon a time, the giants of light were regarded as sacred and inviolable. They possessed unparalleled light and power, like gods descended from the sky.

However, these beings, who were supposed to be high and mighty, ended up being mass-produced like products on an assembly line. Thus, those luminous gods no longer seemed so unreachable and incomparably sacred.

Recalling that distant history, the consciousness of the Earth seemed to sense the desires and prayers of the ultra-ancient humans, and thus attracted a group of powerful guardian gods - Giants of Light - from the distant Orion constellation.

After these giants of light descended on Earth, they used their extraordinary power to guide the tiny and fragile human body onto an unprecedented evolutionary path, giving humans the opportunity to gradually transform into giants with the power of light.

But it is regrettable that despite receiving such a great gift, human beings have ultimately forgotten a crucial fact: the human heart is always full of greed and desire.

Faced with the powerful force contained in the Giant of Light, both the dignitaries of the ruling class and the leaders of various forces covet the ability to hold this power in their own hands.

Because once you master this power, it means you can add a very heavy weight to the scale of power, thereby easily breaking the original balance of power.

Thus, a fierce arms race quietly unfolded over the question of who would control the power of the Giant of Light. To successfully transform into a Giant of Light, various factions resorted to any means necessary, even disregarding the lives of others. They frantically carried out various extremely dangerous transformation experiments, completely disregarding the potential risks and consequences.

As this bloody and cruel competition continued to heat up, an unexpected result emerged - a new race of dark giants came into being. Perhaps even those who were obsessed with pursuing power at the time could not have expected that their greed would lead to such serious consequences.

With the rise of the Dark Giant, the most powerful force in the hands of mankind was split, causing the entire world to fall into deeper chaos and crisis...

At this moment, Zhao Ming was standing on a steep, precipitous rock face that towered into the clouds at the edge of the city. Countless caves were densely packed on the surface of this immense rock face, like a honeycomb.

These openings connected to a series of deep tunnels, the sheer number of which was impossible to measure at first glance. A closer look revealed the traces of these tunnels, each meticulously excavated by hand. Clearly, their completion required countless years and countless human efforts. Such a massive undertaking, completely hollowing out this towering, thousand-meter-high mountain!

Zhao Ming's figure flashed, and he leaped down like a bird, stepping steadily into this mysterious, ultra-ancient giant city. As soon as he entered, a strong feeling of awe and excitement surged in his heart.

He walked lightly and cautiously through the desolate ruins, his eyes fixed like a hawk on the scattered fragments of giant stone statues, ancient timers and broken conversion devices.

For Zhao Ming, these seemingly insignificant items are priceless treasures because they contain extremely powerful energy of the origin of light.

On his wrist he wore the gleaming Dragon Slaying Blade, and at his waist hung the majestic Steel Dragon Spear. However, at this moment, these two divine weapons had not yet evolved to their ultimate form due to a lack of sufficient energy.

Fortunately, some special materials in these abandoned conversion devices can be used to further strengthen and upgrade weapons, and may even be used to create some amazing magical equipment, such as powerful mechas that can give advanced fighters even more power.

Therefore, any treasure Zhao Ming set his sights on, whether it was precious conversion device material or even a tiny fragment of a stone statue containing the essence of light, would be swept away by his merciless use of spatial magic. Wherever he passed, not a single tile was left, and the ground was scraped clean!

As Zhao Ming recklessly searched the surrounding mysterious stone statues, he suddenly felt a surge of a sense of being watched, as if invisible eyes were watching him from the shadows. At the same time, a suffocating, intense aura of danger washed over him like a tide.

At this critical moment, a clear and cold female voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "Hmph! Where is that nasty woman you just showed up with? Hand her over obediently, and perhaps we'll show mercy and let you go!"

Zhao Ming was startled and quickly turned his head. He saw three figures slowly walking out from the corner of the dim tunnel behind him. The woman in the lead was tall and graceful.

A black tulle dress danced lightly in the wind, as mysterious as a ghost in the night. On her forehead, she wore a translucent diamond-shaped crystal, gleaming with a faint cold light, giving people a sense of coolness and nobility.

Standing on the left side of the woman was a thin man with sharp ornaments on his head and neck. These ornaments reflected a cold light under the dim light, which was chilling.

At this moment, the man was sticking out his tongue at Zhao Ming provocatively, making a licking gesture, his expression full of mockery and contempt.

To the right stood a man of immense build, clad in a thick, gleaming silver armor. Every step he took made a dull thud. As he gently twisted his body, the armor rubbed and collided, faintly emitting a powerful crackling sound, as if he held boundless power within him.

At this moment, the three men stared at Zhao Ming expressionlessly, their eyes as fierce and sharp as those of hungry wolves seeing their prey...