Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

With a flick of his wrist, four gold lion coins fell into the stone lion's mouth, instantly turning the stone lion's skin into a drum shape.

"Demon Buddha Mara, Martial Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Three drumbeats resounded, and the energy of the Milky Way surged forth, gathering in the night sky to reveal a path that opened up the heavens.

Just as the Milky Way was boiling, a figure who had long been absent from the human world, carrying the lament of heaven and earth and the calamity of the end times, descended upon the Bitter Realm.

The demon Buddha Mara descended in a combined form, with three heads and six arms, exuding an aura of primitiveness, savagery, chaos, and extremity.

The three heads kept turning, and the six eyes opened and closed in turn, as if admiring the long-lost human world.

Having escaped the long-standing monotony of the starry sky, everything that came into view again, even the desolate mountains and islands, filled the Demon Buddha with joy.

However, beneath the joy lies an undisguised bloodthirsty cruelty and a desire to destroy the world.

Suddenly, the demonic eye locked onto the unfamiliar aura, and the three mouths spoke simultaneously, their voices booming like thunder across the heavens:

Who broke my seal?

"Rahu".

Two simple words, showing neither fear nor surprise, the unchanging expression as if facing an ordinary passerby.

This time, the three big mouths took turns speaking:

"Hahahaha, what courage!"

"Broken human, I grant you one request. What do you desire?"

"Ignorant ones, kneel down and submit to the Demon Buddha!"

Luo Hou remained calm: "There's no need for that."

"Ok?"

"Be bold!"

"Nebula Force, drink!"

The mortal's arrogant attitude angered the Demon Buddha. With his first move after breaking the seal, the Demon Buddha gathered the immense power of the nebula and struck the one who created the heavens.

"Erosion Palm!"

Knowing full well the power of the Demon Buddha, Rahu only used six-tenths of his strength. This was to lure the enemy, to make him arrogant, and to conceal his true power.

Stars swirl amidst the clouds, their radiance dazzling.

Its palm can sway mountains and seas, its power unmatched.

Boom!

In their first encounter, both sides were testing each other out. Rahu was no match for Mara's immense strength and retreated, his feet digging three inches into the ground, carving out a long trench.

The Golden Lion Cave collapsed immediately due to the shock.

The Bloodstained Island was shattered into several pieces by this attack, and the surrounding seawater surged up to a height of ten feet.

Although Luo Hou retreated, he was not injured. This strength greatly surprised the returning Demon Buddha, who was then filled with rage.

"Rahu?"

"An unfamiliar name."

"Humans who refuse to submit have only one fate: death!"

With the power of his six hands, a tremendous force spread outwards, impacting the area within a hundred miles of the isolated island.

The sky changed color, and the earth trembled.

"This is the demeanor of the lord of the six heavens of the Desire Realm. Rahu has learned his lesson."

Luo Hou secretly calculated the time, glancing at the distant horizon out of the corner of his eye. At the same time, he increased the strength of his palms again, suppressing the circulation of the Three Extremes Yuan and increasing his power to seventy percent.

You can't risk your life, but you must save yours.

"Breaking through the sun with a fierce wind, drink!"

With a deafening roar, the two attacks clashed once more, this time with even greater force than before. The Blood-Soaked Island was struck repeatedly and instantly sank.

The smaller portion sank into the sea instantly, creating towering waves and a massive tsunami.

The solitary peak beneath Rahu and Mara's feet began to shake violently, with rocks tumbling down. Although it did not fall into the sea immediately, it was slowly sinking.

A slightly sweet taste rose in his throat, and Luo Hou vomited out a mouthful of crimson.

Having only managed to draw blood from his opponent with two moves, Mara became extremely interested in Rahu. Seeing that Rahu did not retreat, the Demon Buddha did not retreat either.

"I never expected our first battle back would be against such a formidable opponent. Luo Hou, I'm intrigued by you."

"Kill him!"

"Do not stay!"

Amidst the howling wind and waves, a familiar voice finally drifted from the horizon:

"Life is like a game of chess, unpredictable and ever-changing; how laughable are the heroes of the past!"

A long-awaited rival, a long-lost master of strategy, flew in from the horizon in a steel behemoth.

Bo Xun shouted in unison: "One Page Book!"

"Mofo Boshun!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Before Bo Xun could react, the critical moment of the beacon fire struck, its immense destructive power sweeping everything away. The lone peak that had not yet been submerged was completely swallowed by the sea by this impact.

Bang!

Flames soared, and a mushroom cloud rose from the center of the impact, as the raging fire consumed everything.

Luo Hou fell into the sea, and all he could see were two strange lights rushing across the sky.

The demon Buddha Mara was split into three parts by this impact, and the key to the beacon fire was destroyed at the same time, with parts falling like rain.

Although he knew that Yi Ye Shu would not die, Luo Hou was still worried about the nuclear explosion that had just occurred. He leaped out of the sea and landed on the last reef.

Gone. The Bloodstained Island is no more.

The whereabouts of the three bodies of Bo Xun, which were knocked apart, are also unknown.

Searching for the Trisolarans in the turbulent sea is like finding a needle in a haystack. Moreover, Mara is immortal and indestructible, so even if you retrieve a corpse, you can't do anything about it.

After standing still for a long time, until there was no more unusual activity in the sea, Luo Hou returned to Tiandu.

Just as Rahu released Bo Xun, the Phoenix Throne Pride of the Battle Cloud Realm was giving a pre-battle pep talk.

A few days ago, the peerless genius extracted Yin Yuan from Little Peach's body and released the Four Wonders Masters. The Four Masters, who had been trapped in the Holy Peak of the Divine Palace of the War Cloud Realm for hundreds of years, were finally freed.

After a few days of rest, Chao Tianjiao began his operation against the Bitter Realm.

After returning to the Battle Cloud Realm, the peerless prodigy originally locked himself in the top of the cloud to cultivate, but was summoned to the main hall by the prodigy.

"After years of quiet preparation, it's time to let the world witness the combined power of the two heroes of Zhan Yun. I now appoint you as my commander-in-chief to assist me in leading the army."

"I only seek revenge for my brothers."

"The first battle: the Hundred Demons Road of Qiushan."

"I understand."

Yu Yu Tianjiao had no reason to refuse the revenge for being killed by Guihuang Hell Transformation.

The night wind was cold, and the chill was biting.

Beyond the Hundred Demon Path of Qiushan, an unparalleled overlord descends, igniting a cross-realm war that severely tests the newly unified demon realm.

"Victory or defeat is determined by myself, not by fate; I am accustomed to the smoke of war and battles. In contention, the fate of heaven and earth is predetermined; in war, defeat means my demise."

The Holy Infant Lord was furious, but before he could even storm the Battle Cloud Realm, his enemies came to kill him first.

Suddenly, a strange phoenix shadow appeared in his hand, and a blazing heat gradually rose from the demonic aura. The tip of the spear shot out brilliant flames, and the sound of explosions shook the heavens.

"Well done! I'll settle all the old and new scores together!"

"The hatred for the troll god, the grudge against the king's brother—both old and new scores must be settled together!"

Chao Tianjiao flipped his palms, and battle clouds surged, with crimson lightning shooting out in all directions, heading towards Yan Wushang.

"Fire-wielding power, drink!"

"Layer upon layer of mountains, ha!"

The Demon King faced the Phoenix Throne, and blazing flames clashed with raging thunder. Both possessed unparalleled power, and the moment they clashed, they were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Before they could even gauge the strength of their opponent, the long-standing grudges and newly added hatred fueled their relentless attacks, one wave after another.

"Spiritual energy strikes with lightning!"

Yan Wushang drew upon his full demonic power, and the raging flames transformed into fiery dragons, slashing towards Chaotianjiao in all directions.

In contrast, Chao Tianjiao's powerful true essence swept across the land like a celestial river pouring down, and the power of extreme thunder transformed into eight dragons that circled around him, preventing the fire dragon from penetrating.

"Endless Thunder, drink!"

With a loud bang, the two figures became entangled, slamming from the ground into the air and then plunging back into the ground, raising dust and sand in all directions, as they continued their relentless battle.

Guns flew and palms clashed, moves and techniques exchanged, the two powerful figures fought until their eyes were bloodshot and their killing intent was burning fiercely.

On the other side, Ghost Desolate Hell Transformation pushed aside Prison Heaven Profound Emperor and once again faced off against the peerless genius.

"You won't have the luck of wild dogs helping you this time."

"Give me your lives, my brothers!"

The peerless genius who broke the seal of the Battle Cloud Realm increased his power by 30%. With a wave of his hand, he created streaks of golden lightning, and thunder roared, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth.

Protected by ghostly words, the desolate hell transforms, allowing it to display its domineering presence amidst thunder and lightning.

After a few moves, Ghost Eyes suddenly opened, a blue demonic light piercing the deep night. At the same time, Ghost Words were uttered:

“Liu·Hu·Lai·Long·Chi·Ling·Mao·Dao·Jian”.

As the ghostly words continued to be uttered, the demonic power of the entire Hundred Demon Path of Hill Mountain seemed to be drawn in, rushing from the depths of the earth's veins and transforming into an ancient power.

Its awe-inspiring power is overwhelming and earth-shattering.

"Ten Forms of Heavenly Strike, drink!"