Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

The destructive power poured recklessly into the Underdark, and their battlefield extended from the Undying Pass to the entire Underdark.

Of course, there were also places they dared not venture into—the Tianyuan Ruins of the Undying City.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield of the planes, a mangled body suddenly stretched out its hand from among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before the city gates of the Great Yin Empire.

This is a soldier of the Great Yin Empire. Wearing the uniform of the Great Yin Empire army, he appears to have been shaken down from the towering city wall by the aftershocks of the magic energy cannon. Even with the magic energy shield, the height of several hundred meters could not have protected his body.

His lower body was smashed into a bloody pulp, and his right arm was also missing. Fortunately, he had the strength of a second-level extraordinary being and the protection of a magic energy shield, otherwise there would have been no way to find even a complete corpse.

At this moment, the soldier who had come back from the dead looked around at the chaotic battlefield, frowning as he ripped a right arm from a dead werewolf next to him and pressed it onto his own body.

After stretching his body, the soldier sighed with lingering fear:

"Should such a terrifying being really exist in this world?"

"Is he a great divine power? Or perhaps a being beyond greatness, capable of uniting all realms and attaining the ultimate state? Or even that legendary, ethereal Great Luo?"

"No, no, no, if he could reach that level, I wouldn't even have the chance to be reborn through the will to fight!"

Struggling to his feet from the pile of corpses, the soldier reached out and grabbed an ogre that had lost its upper body, gritting his teeth as he pieced it back together onto the incomplete corpse.

"If I persevere for a while longer, as long as the war ends, I will surely be able to attain the status of a powerful god."

"It's not too late to escape to a small world and recover to a state of great divine power before making any further plans."

"Not too late? Really?"

A familiar voice rang in Ares's ears, and then a fair hand slowly emerged from the void, unleashing a terrifying death force as if millions of dead souls had descended.

"Soul-draining Strike!"

"boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded beneath the walls of the Undying Pass. The protective formation, which even the massive magic cannons could not budge, shattered instantly, and terrifying energy leaked wildly across the battlefield, creating an energy storm.

The city's protective array began to repair itself, but it was as if the power of death from the underworld was devouring everything, and no matter how much energy was poured into it, there was no sign of repair.

"May the god of war protect us! This is our chance!"

With a ferocious grin on his face, an ogre general stood in the midst of the legion's battle formation and roared:

"Everyone, heed my command and break through the city gates!"

The massive legionary battle formation began to move slowly forward. The imperial guards on the city gate changed their expressions, but they were powerless to do anything about the situation.

The city-protecting formation is the core of the entire battle formation. Without it, the imperial army would be completely engulfed in a killing frenzy, which would be unacceptable for the imperial army, which lacks reinforcements.

Just as many generals were filled with fear and unease, in the battle formation of the five-dimensional allied forces, a werewolf corpse that should have died was brought back to life.

But the moment the werewolf opened his eyes, that terrifying hand that had crossed space pressed down on his head again.

"Soul-draining Strike!"

The next moment, the proud legion battle formation of the five-dimensional allied forces was completely torn apart, and the will of death enveloped an area of ​​tens of kilometers in radius, annihilating the entire million-strong allied army.

The generals of the five-dimensional allied forces, who had initially shown joy, quickly froze.

Then, in the command camp at the rear, the resurrected corpses, accompanied by a terrifying will to die, once again engulfed the battle formations within a radius of dozens of miles.

Although it takes three minutes for Luo Tian to use Flash, it is clear that resurrection is not an easy task for Ares.

Every time Luo Tian's Flash cooldown was ready, he could accurately pinpoint Ares's location just after he respawned, then wipe out an area within a radius of tens of kilometers with a single strike, wait three minutes, and then change his position to strike again with precision.

Although Ares was the primary target of each Soul-Draining Strike, when unleashed at full power, even the aftershocks could easily annihilate large swathes of the five allied forces.

Gradually, Luo Tian also came to understand some of the limitations of Ares' resurrection.

First, Ares was resurrected through the will to fight, and he cannot leave the main battlefield of this plane.

Secondly, Ares's resurrection range is limited to the entire battlefield outside the Undying Pass. It seems that Ares tried to enter the Undying Pass, but was turned away by a statue of the sun god.

Luo Tian wasn't entirely clear on the other mechanisms, but he believed that this level of resurrection must have some limitations; otherwise, Ares would have been a powerful deity long ago and wouldn't need to be here.

On the dimensional battlefield, the sudden, soul-draining attacks completely disrupted the entire battlefield.

The Imperial army, which was mainly defensive, was fine, but the five-dimensional allied forces, which were mainly offensive and covered the entire battlefield, were in trouble at this moment.

The overwhelming, unpredictable will to die shattered the entire allied forces, with countless soldiers falling victim to its power, dividing the battlefield into desolate wastelands.

Not only ordinary soldiers, but even demigod generals and divine incarnations were powerless against that force.

This one-sided massacre shocked everyone, and the war fever that had been hanging over the entire battlefield began to dissipate.

Finally, after endless running away, Ares experienced true fear.

After successfully reincarnating into a deep pit of corpses in a corner of the battlefield, Ares, with the shattered face of that corpse, exclaimed in terror:

"Continuing this killing will do no good for any of us!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Tian, ​​who had just flashed over, temporarily lowered his raised fist.

Ares breathed a slight sigh of relief, then struggled to say:

"My resurrection does have limitations, but your attack, which contains powerful death energy, and your ability to cross space without warning, must not be a simple one, right?"

"I can feel that your aura is becoming increasingly lifeless, your chaotic soul is devouring your reason, and your control over the power of death has lost its previous stability, becoming increasingly frantic."

These changes are enough to show that you are not feeling well either, are they?

Looking at Ares's confident analysis, Luo Tian was speechless.

The atmosphere grew increasingly deathly still. This battle, which included the Ares Kingdom and the elite ogre soldiers on the battlefield, had added at least tens of millions of passive effects. It would be strange if there were no changes.

As for the chaotic soul will, this is also the norm. Luo Tian is still carrying the accumulation of hundreds of years of the entire Summoner's Rift.

Although the number of extra souls is large, it is nothing compared to the tens of millions of minions that surpass demigods in the late game of Summoner's Rift. At worst, you can go to Ivania and pray to her every day.

As for losing control of the power, that's understandable. After all, with so many layers of passive abilities suddenly added, it's not easy to control when using Soul Drain Strike.

Seeing the strange expression on Luo Tian's face, Ares subconsciously thought he had caught Luo Tian red-handed, and quickly continued:

"Even if there is no real conflict between me and you, it would be a minor matter if Atreus were injured. It's not worth fighting to the death."

I am willing to offer you sufficient compensation in order to seek your understanding. What do you think?

"Compensation?" Luo Tian's interest was piqued.

Ares immediately smiled and said:

"I am willing to offer you a winter priesthood as compensation for my indemnity to you."

Although the God of Winter is not a true god, he is still one of the natural gods, and his status and potential are enough to allow a strong person in the Divine Fire Realm to advance to a weak god.

Such a divine office should be enough to atone for my mistake.

Luo Tian raised an eyebrow and said, "Not enough!"

Ares's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant:

"Your Excellency should know that when a god dies, unless he holds a similar divine position, his divine position will naturally dissipate. Even powerful divine forces cannot preserve a divine position."

A winter priesthood is the best compensation I can offer.

"You think you can exchange the life of a war god who is about to be promoted to a powerful god of war for a mere low-level divine position?"

"Don't you think your life is worth far too little?"

Ares, upon hearing this, retorted sternly:

"Your Excellency, please don't go too far!"

As long as this interdimensional war continues, I can be reborn indefinitely, while you yourself are already at your limit. At this rate, it's uncertain who will win!

Luo Tian suddenly realized: "So, as long as this interdimensional war is resolved, I can eliminate you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Tian suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Ares suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Three minutes later, Luo Tian, ​​having once again taken up the Demon Sword, descended upon the battlefield.

Looking down at the vast battlefield, the five-dimensional allied forces continued to organize their troops and charge towards the Undying Pass. The fierce interdimensional battle had not stopped even after Luo Tian's brief departure.

It seems that this grand war has never changed because of anyone.

But... that's only what it seems.

Suddenly feeling a surge of emotion, Luo Tian looked at the demonic sword in his hand and said with a hint of mockery:

"It must feel terrible to have your pride shattered by a single punch!"

"Then come with me and let them experience the feeling of destruction, how about that?"

From within the demonic sword, the hoarse voice that had been silent for so long slowly resounded.

"Exactly what I want!"

Then, a powerful Soul-Sucking Strike was injected into the demonic sword, making the cracks on it even more clearly visible. The destructive power of the Darkin was almost completely suppressed by the will of death.

Raising his right hand to wield the demonic sword, Luo Tian's movements lacked any swordsmanship; he simply slashed down with a casual stroke.

Death and destruction, an endless and overwhelming force tore through space and descended upon this mortal land, displaying a rage that did not belong to this world.

The earth roared madly, and the dense sea of ​​lightning and divine punishment in the sky became a mere backdrop. The gods of the star worlds opened their eyes wide and looked at that dark region they had never paid attention to before.

Before the Undying Pass, a colossal abyss pierced through the entire five-dimensional alliance, stretching for thousands of miles and annihilating all life.

True gods, demigods, legions, battle formations, and plane wills all vanished in this death and destruction.

After a long while, a calm voice slowly rang out.

"Soul-draining Strike!"

Chapter 157 Ares' Secret!

Luo Tian walked on the scorched earth of the battlefield, with the abyss stretching for thousands of miles and almost tearing apart the entire dark region right in front of him.

Before that absolute power, war behemoths, mountain behemoths, and incarnations of true gods are nothing but insignificant specks of dust.

On the attribute panel, the number of Soul Drain Strike's layers was jumping around in a crazy manner, and the broken numbers were a bit dazzling to Luo Tian's eyes.

The wails of the dead and a massive amount of chaotic soul will constantly surrounded Luo Tian, ​​as if transforming him into a death knight who had emerged from the underworld.

However, Luo Tian himself did not care about this at all. Although the number of souls and wills left after the massacre of the five-plane allied forces was large, they were not too powerful.

Most of the Allied elites are no stronger than minions that have grown in Summoner's Rift for a few hours; even with the addition of the strong, they are nothing special.

These wills of spirit can be easily suppressed once they adapt a little.