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Within that rising mass of black, deadly flames, the Formless Messenger's broken five fingers suddenly twitched.

His previously withered right hand suddenly clenched and plunged fiercely into the center of his heart.

Click!

Deep inside his chest cavity, he crushed a silver-black crystal the size of a pigeon egg.

"Then... let's die together!"

A sharp howl burst from the throat of the Nameless Messenger.

boom!!

The violent spatial turbulence exploded like a high-pressure air wave, instantly overturning the nearby broken stone pillars.

In the center of the collapsed nine-tiered bone platform, nine enormous bronze wheels trembled violently.

The roulette wheel spun uncontrollably in reverse, and dense, pale white lightning flashed from the meshing of the gears.

The chaotic gravitational field spread outward in a ring shape, tearing apart the bluestone pavement around the square.

The dilapidated buildings within a radius of several miles groaned, their cement walls crumbling inch by inch.

Thousands of broken bricks and twisted steel bars floated in weightlessness, only to be crushed to the ground by the chaotic force of gravity.

The ground collapsed at a visible speed, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black pit.

"That bastard even tried to drag his own corpse down with him before he died!"

Zhao Leiguang cursed loudly, and the veins on his two thick arms bulged instantly.

He strode forward, his heavy boots leaving two spiderweb-like cracks in the ground.

A loud crash!

He slammed the Earth Pulse Twin Shields into the foundation of the altar with a backhand, driving them deep into the rock layer several feet.

"Hold on tight!"

Zhao Leiguang roared, and the sound of metal clanging against metal echoed from his bones beneath his armor.

The tan pulse shield suddenly opened, firmly holding back the downward-collapsing gravity storm.

The violent gravity tore at the shield, scraping the metal surface and giving off a pungent, burnt smell.

Zhao Leiguang's legs were stuck deep in the mud, and a bright red bloodstain appeared at the corner of his mouth from the violent recoil.

"Facing gravitational overload, Old Zhao won't last even half a minute!"

Shen Xinglin arrived at breakneck speed, his ever-changing lance snapping and reassembling into a heavy supporting tripod.

The thrusters on the back of the mobile armor were fully engaged, and his arms were firmly pressed against the back of Zhao Leiguang's shoulder armor.

"Get out of the way, I'm blocking the path!"

Wen Yue stepped on a raised piece of asphalt and used it to leap onto the roof of the overturned armored vehicle.

The receiver of the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow made a crisp clicking sound, and a specially made solidification bullet, gleaming with an extremely cold blue light, was instantly loaded.

She held her breath and steadily pulled the trigger.

call out--!

A deep blue icicle-shaped projectile pierced the night sky, precisely carving into the main shaft of the wildly spinning bronze disc.

A series of crisp cracking sounds erupted.

The biting frost spread wildly along the axis, freezing half of the rapidly meshing bronze gears.

The rampaging path was forcibly cut off, and the violent downward gravitational collapse slowed down for a moment.

However, deep within the heavens, another anomaly occurred.

Instead of healing, the torn rift in the night sky flowed with a thick, cold silver light.

A damp, cold, and putrid stench assaulted my senses, as if an entire graveyard had been overturned.

Several pale tentacles covered with slippery suckers suddenly emerged from the depths of the crack.

Its whiskers, as thick as train carriages, gripped the edges of the night sky tightly.

The space hummed as it was torn apart by the immense force, and the cracks were being forcibly widened irreversibly.

The immense shadow of the ancient gods from beyond the heavens loomed behind the thick clouds, pressing down on the ruins of the fortress and causing them to groan in agony.

Lin Chuxue's face turned pale. The Blood Pool Staff slammed to the ground, and the aura of One Blood Ten Thousand Shields was suppressed and flickered.

"That disgusting giant octopus...it tried to force its way in!"

The little girl squeezed out a few words through her teeth, and a thin trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Qianyu, Chuxue, step back and protect Lao Zhao's flank."

Lu Yan's deep voice pierced through the ear-piercing tearing sound of the void.

He pulled out the warm, hot bronze array key from his inner pocket, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The ancient array patterns on the surface of the array key were trembling violently, resonating heavily with the rampaging Nine Star Array Plate.

Facing the turbulent, bone-scraping currents, Lu Yan stepped onto the cracked central altar.

The strong wind tousled the stray hairs on his forehead, and his dark trench coat fluttered in the gusts of wind.

"The button that Wuyi left behind back then wasn't for you to use to open the door."

Lu Yan muttered to himself, gripped the array key tightly in his backhand, and pressed it down hard on the hideous crack in the center of the array plate!

Sizzle!!

The bronze array key and the broken array plate fit together completely.

A warm and vast dark golden light suddenly burst forth from the seam and shot into the sky.

In the void, the faint silhouette of a slender yet resolute woman appeared.

The ancient boundary-fixing array that Qin Wuyi personally inscribed in the past has been fully awakened at this moment, transcending the barriers of endless time and space.

The dark golden divine light resonated and intertwined with the ethereal longsword within Lu Yan's body, transforming into thousands of thick bronze chains.

The clanging sound of the iron chains hitting each other was deafening!

The bronze chains, like awakened pythons, tear upwards with the power to sever illusions.

*Pfft!*

The chains tightened suddenly, binding tightly around the pale tentacles that had ventured into the mortal realm.

Extremely cold, silvery blood rained down violently from mid-air, splashing onto the ruins and stirring up wisps of foul-smelling smoke.

The whiskers convulsed wildly in pain, and the huge suction cups pulverized several broken clock towers.

"Get back inside!"

Lu Yan watched as the black and white divine wheels spun to their fullest extent, then he twisted the array key hard in his palm.

collapse!collapse!collapse!

The void chains suddenly contracted, and the terrifying force snapped those thick alien limbs in two!

A terrifying roar of pain echoed from the depths of the heavens.

The severed tendrils tumbled and fell through the air, smashing a large section of the granite steps and instantly turning into filthy black blood.

The bronze chains continued their relentless pull, gripping the two sides of the crack tightly and forcibly pulling inward.

A rumbling thunderclap rolled across the sky.

The terrifying celestial rift that nearly tore apart the sky of Xichuan was forcibly closed by the combined power of two grand formations that transcended time and space.

More than 90% of the cracks were tightly sealed, but the tension of spatial distortion had reached its limit.

In the end, a narrow silver slit remained in the very center of the sky.

It's like a cold eye that's not fully closed, coldly looking down upon the world.

At the edge of the void, a strange whisper, overlapping and grand, pierced through layers of dark clouds and reached everyone's ears.

"When the silver moon is full... the divine kingdom... will surely engulf the divine land..."

That was the echo left behind by the Outer Gods as they traversed the endless depths of space, carrying with it a chilling stillness.

At the edge of the altar, the remaining half of the Formless Messenger's body finally burned out, turning into a pool of grayish-white embers.

As the night wind swept by, ashes were carried away and dissipated into the damp, cold night of Xichuan.

The gravitational storm gradually subsided, and the rubble that had been suspended in mid-air crashed to the ground with a series of crackling sounds.

Lu Yan swayed and slammed one knee heavily into the pile of rubble.

The Void Sword was stuck upside down in the bluestone slab, barely supporting his exhausted body.

His palms were covered in bloody cuts from the spatial turbulence, and dark red blood dripped slowly down the hilt of his sword.

"Captain Lu!"

Xiao Qianyu leaped onto the high platform and grabbed Lu Yan's cold shoulder.

Su Yunqing ran over quickly, carrying the Yao Guang Scepter, and a platinum-gold healing halo instantly enveloped Lu Yan's palm.

The gentle warmth dispelled the deathly aura clinging to the wound, and the skin stopped bleeding and scabbed over at a visible speed.

"The ley lines... are locked."

Lu Yan wiped away a bit of blood from the corner of his lips, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Leiguang collapsed to the ground with a thud, and the two Earth Shields clattered into the mud.

"Damn it...it almost crushed my bones."

The burly man wiped the blood and sweat from his face and glanced at the silvery sky eye with lingering fear.

Lin Chuxue plopped down on the broken stone pillar, kicking her two little boots covered in mud.

"All the candies were smashed; not a single one was left."

The little girl rubbed her deflated tummy and complained angrily.

Wen Yue silently tucked the heavy crossbow behind her back, her wary gaze never leaving the sky.

Da da da da da—!

A dull, dense roar of rotors suddenly came from the horizon at dawn.

Six heavy warplane helicopters, arranged in an assault formation, tore through the rolling morning mist and rapidly approached the square.

The blinding military xenon searchlights shone from the belly of the aircraft, their pale beams piercing through the smoke and striking the ruins of the altar.

The scrap metal fragments on the ground were scattered and ejected by the violent downward airflow.

Pei Zhendong's only remaining left hand gripped the sliding door of the cabin tightly, while his right arm, which was in a cast, slammed against the door frame.

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked down at the ravaged ground until he could make out the few figures standing there.

Pei Zhendong's hoarse, tearful roar came through the airborne loudspeaker.

"Seventh Fortress Defense Force... Salute to the First Platoon!"

The helicopter slowly hovered in mid-air, dropping down thick rappelling cables.

Dozens of fully armed veterans of the defense force slid down the ropes at high speed, their combat boots pounding heavily on the muddy, scorched earth.

Two staff officers carrying communication kits rushed toward the altar, their faces filled with excitement and awe at surviving the ordeal.

"Captain Lu! Highest temporary order from the war zone!"

The staff officer suddenly stood at attention three steps in front of Lu Yan and gave a standard military salute.

"The General Staff has taken over control of Xichuan, and all evidence of Wei Xinghe's treason has been released!"