Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Although Han Changkong gradually gained the upper hand with the exquisite coordination between Yu Mo and Xiao Xiao and his own extraordinary strength, he was also exhausted. His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and his face was full of fatigue, but the determination in his eyes never wavered.

During the long battle, the space-time structure of the entire void was riddled with holes, and the speed of time flow in different areas varied greatly. In some places, time stood still, while in other places, time flew by like a shuttle. Space was distorted and deformed, and the originally flat void was like crumpled paper, full of wrinkles and bulges.

However, the four creator gods were by no means ordinary people. In desperation, they suddenly used a strange combined attack technique.

The four of them formed a circle, pointing their staffs to the sky and muttering something.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn into a huge hole, and a giant black light column containing destructive power fell from the sky and headed straight towards Han Changkong.

Wherever the beam of light passed, space was forcibly compressed into a straight line. Time seemed to freeze, and everything fell into a strange stillness. Only the black beam of light pierced Han Changkong mercilessly like a sharp blade.

Han Changkong was unable to dodge, so he had to bite the bullet and control Yu Mo and Xiao Qiao to resist with all their strength.

Yu Mo was placed in front of him, turning into an indestructible barrier, while the small flying sword revolved around Yu Mo at high speed, forming a protective halo.

The black beam of light slammed hard into the defense formed by Yu Mo and Xiao Xiao, as if the Big Bang was being repeated, and the light instantly flooded the entire world.

In the strong light, Han Changkong's figure flashed, as if he had traveled through time and space, and reached the edge of the light column, but was still hit by the residual impact force. His body flew backwards uncontrollably, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing the void in front of him red.

At the moment of the collision, the space and time around Han Changkong seemed to be completely detonated, forming a huge space-time black hole, sucking everything around it into it. Time and space entangled and distorted in this black hole until they disappeared.

Han Changkong, who was seriously injured, had a glint of determination in his eyes.

He knew very well that if he didn't kill these four people today, there would never be peace in this world.

He endured the severe pain and clenched his fists again. The power of chaos surged wildly in his body. Regardless of his injuries, he launched a final charge towards the four creator gods.

Yumo and Xiaoqiao felt their master's determination, and their light shone brightly, as if they were injected with new life.

Yu Mo slashed at the four gods of creation head-on with a tremendous force. Wherever the sword energy went, everything was purified, leaving only nothingness.

Xiaoqiao used teleportation to instantly appear behind one of the creator gods, and swung both swords at the same time, with dazzling light, as if two suns rose at the same time, completely dispelling the darkness.

Under the attacks of Yu Mo and Xiao Qiao, the space and time around the four creator gods seemed to be unable to withstand this powerful force anymore and began to collapse completely.

Space was scattered like sand, the long river of time also stopped flowing here, and everything fell into chaos and nothingness.

The four creator gods widened their eyes in horror and wanted to dodge but it was too late.

Four screams rang out one after another. The four creator gods were cut into two by Yu Mo's sword. Their godheads shattered and turned into tiny starlights that dissipated, like shooting stars across the night sky, poignant and heroic.

Their bodies exploded instantly and turned to ashes, like fireworks, brilliant but short-lived.

The moment they disappeared, the distorted time and space around them seemed to gradually return to calm with their death. The torn spaces slowly healed, and the disordered time returned to normal track.

Han Changkong looked at the smoke-filled battlefield, breathed a sigh of relief, and put away his flying sword.

The void after the fierce battle was filled with a strong smell of chaos, like a dead ruin.