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The black sword energy moved very slowly. When the thousand-meter-long sword energy collided with the dark gold chain, the stalemate that everyone had expected did not occur, not even a brief delay.

The dark gold chain, considered by the world to be indestructible and so difficult to even sever a single strand, emitted a series of dense shattering sounds the moment it came into contact with the black sword energy.

The chains that could lock the space snapped one by one, and metal debris flew in all directions.

The jet-black sword energy slicing through numerous obstacles whistled past Chu Changqing's shoulder.

The sword energy ripped through the sky, stretching to the very edge of sight.

Chu Changqing froze on the spot, his body stiff, even forgetting to breathe, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to burst his ribs.

Almost.

If that sword aura, which is over a thousand meters long, is even half a meter too far up, he will not be able to escape unscathed.

He couldn't be sure whether the opponent's strike missed or whether his own blocking caused the sword energy to deviate.

Immediately afterwards, his expression turned to anger. He had actually felt afraid just now. How could the other party have driven him to this point?

Chu Changqing's expression gradually darkened, and the golden sky roared, becoming even more dazzling.

Below, the dark-skinned warlord Yan Lu's expression changed drastically. He sensed something was wrong; the intensity of the spatial blockade was increasing rapidly in a reckless manner.

"Are they crazy? Trying to launch an indiscriminate attack?" the warlord cursed under his breath.

Chu Changqing was clearly about to completely lose control, and he didn't even intend to let the onlookers below go.

Every player at the Chen level present was a seasoned veteran with extremely sharp intuition.

The players of the Chen level, who had been lying in wait in various places, tacitly withdrew from the area and ran away as fast as they could.

Chu Changqing paid no attention to the players who were leaving; all his attention was focused on Lin Ye.

He suddenly looked up, and the golden sky, two kilometers in diameter, reacted even more intensely.

The dark gold chains that had been flying everywhere seemed to be summoned and all retracted.

Moments later, the golden sea of ​​clouds in the sky was torn apart by a tremendous force.

A gigantic spearhead, even larger than the black sword energy, pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, slowly extending downwards with a terrifying pressure that seemed to tear the dome apart.

On a barren mountain a few kilometers away, the once peaceful withered grass was bent by a sudden gust of air.

The black warlord of Yanlu landed with a thud, his thick feet leaving two deep cracks on the rock surface.

Almost at the same time, a dozen meters away in mid-air, the Indian monk who had been sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff also revealed himself.

Once they confirmed they had left the area sealed off by the Heavenly Shackles, they stopped and turned to look at the still violently churning golden sky in the distance.

The clouds were torn apart, and the indescribably huge spearhead was slowly emerging from the sky. Even from such a distance, the oppressive feeling of its destructive power made it hard to breathe.

"That is Benefactor Chu Changqing's killing move..."

The Indian monk put his hands together and spoke in standard Uri language, the most widely spoken language in the world.

"It's hard to believe that Mu Ye could so easily cleave through the Heavenly Shackles, which are said to be harder than anything else. I wonder if his existence is good or bad for this world."

The black warlord coldly gazed at the strange phenomenon in the sky, a cold smile, tinged with vicissitude and wildness, curling at the corner of his mouth, speaking in the same language as Wulie.

"Good or bad? Such things no longer exist in this world." His voice was deep and resonant, carrying the roughness unique to Yanlu.

He came here not because he had a grudge against Makino, unlike most people around him.

Looking at that figure standing on the horizon, the warlord's thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to three years ago.

At that time, he was just an unarmed newcomer, fighting with all his might every day in the treacherous rainforest.

One day, under a bright red moon, he huddled in a hollow of a dead giant tree to avoid being hunted, barely daring to breathe.

Then, he saw the person codenamed "Makino".

The other party had a black flag fluttering diagonally stuck around his neck, a large, dark sword as thick as a door in one hand, and the corpse of an ancient behemoth, as big as a small mountain, slung over his shoulder... or rather, dragged along.

The beast's blood was still dripping down, staining the earth and river red. The oppressive atmosphere was enough to make any newcomer lose control of their bladder, but the other party seemed unaffected, whistling as they walked away.

The impact of that scene was so strong that the warlord never forgot it throughout those long years of life and death.

Because of the abnormal recovery of his memories from "Star Abyss", after receiving news from Mu Ye, he specially put aside his affairs in Yan Lu and traveled thousands of miles to find him.

This action was purely out of curiosity that had been absent for three years.

Because time has smoothed out all differences, over the years, he has long since struggled on the brink of life and death, crossed the threshold of the Chen level, and become the absolute ruler of the Yan Lu region.

In his eyes, he and Makino had already reached similar positions.

He simply came to see whether that once-powerful veteran had stagnated or reached a height that he still needed to look up to.

The Indian monk listened to the warlord's words, his hands still clasped together, his aged face serene.

A deafening roar from the distant sky interrupted their brief conversation.

The golden sea of ​​clouds had been completely torn apart, and the enormous dark gold spearhead, carrying immense power, was locked onto Lin Ye.

Lin also raised his head, his gaze passing over the incomparably sharp dark gold spear tip, looking towards the more distant sky.

As he tilted his head back, a muffled, indescribable rumble suddenly echoed from a higher dimension.

The sound was as if the entire dome of the world was bearing some unbearable weight, emitting a mournful cry.

Chu Changqing was in a state of desperate madness when his heart skipped a beat without warning the moment the resounding sound appeared.

Following Lin Ye's gaze, Chu Changqing suddenly looked up.

Above that golden sky, a huge crack had been torn open at some unknown time.

The edges of the crack were extremely irregular, and thick, ink-like black gas, like a deep abyss sludge that had broken free from its seal, surged wildly outward from the crack.

That kind of black has no warmth; it carries a pure, chilling stillness that ruthlessly erases all surrounding color.

Above the golden sky lies an even greater darkness.

With a deafening roar that seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth, a massive black beam of light, over a thousand meters in diameter, burst forth from the endless darkness.

The surface of the black pillar of light was densely wrapped with raging black lightning, like countless black dragons about to devour the world, pouring down downwards with an invincible posture.