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

Four heroes surrounded and attacked Aatrox, with another hero nearby ready to strike and severely injure him at any moment.

The next moment, Aatrox's massive body, now wielding the Great Destruction, spun in mid-air, his demonic sword slamming into the earth with a charge of Shadow Rush.

With a single strike, as if a god had descended to earth, the four heroes were severely injured in that instant.

Countless images flashed by in that instant, followed by Aatrox's tyrannical voice that resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

"Take everything from them! Become the world's champion, the ultimate... champion!"

......

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

In Luo Tian's hands, Aatrox, transformed into a demonic sword, let out a strange laugh as it was infused with terrifying soul power.

The strange tone of voice sent chills down Luo Tian's spine. He even wondered if the demonic sword in his hand had been tainted by something dirty, and whether he should throw it away.

But in the end, Luo Tian still did not give up the Demon Sword.

Because Luo Tian could clearly sense that the huge blood-red eye in the sky was not easy to deal with.

Luo Tian had an extremely clear understanding of his own strength. He was able to kill a group of weak divine beings, including the vampire prince, by relying on the Soul Absorption Strike.

But once you go further up, it's a completely different realm.

True gods who possess divine authority and divine kingdoms may not be much stronger than gods with weaker divine power, but their means of survival are greatly enhanced.

Faced with such an existence, simply destroying its physical body would only trigger a more intense conflict and would be meaningless.

With enough divinity and divine power, the physical body can be reshaped in an instant.

What Luo Tian truly needs is the power to kill with a single blow.

The goal is to destroy the opponent's divine kingdom and divine status together, thus ensuring that these true gods do not rise from the dead.

It's not impossible to unleash such a powerful soul-draining attack, but Luo Tian would have to endure an extremely large backlash, and there's a risk of his physical body collapsing if he's not careful.

Such a risk is unbearable for Luo Tian.

Therefore, Luo Tian took a different approach and chose the demonic sword that sealed Aatrox as the medium to unleash Soul Drain Strike.

The defining characteristic of Soul Drain Strike is that it enhances normal attacks. In the original game, the dog-headed monster used the wolf-headed scepter as its weapon to unleash Soul Drain Strike.

Therefore, using the magic sword as a medium is the most suitable choice.

The reason we didn't use weapons as a medium before was simply because ordinary weapons simply couldn't withstand the power of the Soul-Draining Strike.

Only a demonic sword that seals away a being of the level of a sword demon is qualified to be used as the medium for the Soul-Sucking Strike.

Near the central district of the Undead City, the cries of countless souls seemed to echo throughout the entire city, and dark clouds covered the night sky, obscuring the blood-red moonlight that had fallen upon the earth.

Dark clouds gathered, and terrifying thunder roared and surged, like countless mottled cracks tearing the sky apart.

The heavens and earth boiled at that moment. Countless corpses in the Undead City turned into mournful ghosts wailing. Negative emotions filled with despair and resentment exploded in the Undead City like bombs.

Blow after blow shook this sturdy city, which resembled a primordial behemoth.

Holding the demonic sword, Luo Tian took a step forward. A powerful soul, capable of interfering with reality, transformed beneath his feet into a long street leading to the heavens, step by step ascending to the sky.

In his hands, the demonic sword continued to draw upon the terrifying power of the Soul-Sucking Strike, its brilliance mirroring the sea of ​​lightning above the sky.

On the high platform, the Immortal Lord, along with dozens of imperial nobles and alien demigods, looked at him.

In a world of wailing ruins, Luo Tian, ​​wielding a demonic sword and surrounded by a terrifying aura, stood out conspicuously.

On the high platform, the old wolf king of the werewolf clan stared in shock at the demonic sword in Luo Tian's hand, and exclaimed in surprise.

"He is the demon who killed the eldest son of the Grand Duke!"

"It was he who shattered the divine phantom!"

"How is that possible? How could he not be dead?"

Amidst a throng of incredulous gazes, the vampire prince, his face grim, rose from his seat and soared into the air, angrily shouting:

"You dare to come here? Do you really think I can't kill you?"

With an indifferent expression, Luo Tian merely glanced at the vampire prince without making any move, and an ancient and melodious voice, seemingly containing boundless wisdom, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"withered!"

Then, a sinister voice rang out.

"Fire Chains!"

In the void, seemingly endless dark red chains suddenly extended out, trapping the vampire prince who was cursed by his soul.

As the flames of ignorance burned, the vampire prince, entangled by countless chains of evil fire, let out a shrill wail, as if he were being tortured by the flames, his divinity and soul rapidly extinguished under the curse and the burning.

Everyone was shocked. They could clearly see that throughout the entire process, Luo Tian did not make any move, and the demonic sword that was slowly accumulating terrifying power was not used at all.

Even so, it was still enough to cause the fall of a subordinate god whose power was comparable to that of a weak god.

Fear filled everyone's hearts.

Luo Tian did not look at these powerful figures, and he did not even take the Immortal Lord seriously.

He simply climbed the invisible, towering staircase in silence, while enormous, blood-red eyes cast curious glances at him.

During the climb, countless scenes within the Undead City were easily captured.

Some resisted the foreign tribes, but ultimately died in the siege.

A couple huddled in a room, engaging in their final pleasure amidst the atmosphere of despair, until their bodies were impaled by the collapsing building.

On the magical train, there was a young man who resented Luo Tian. Alone, he watched in despair as the gnolls devoured his thigh. Pain and fear tormented his mind and body, leading him step by step toward death.

There were also lucky ones like Vivian who escaped with the help of the Bloodbat Cross Badge and fled through the collapsed city gates in the explosion.

......

Like a cruel joke of fate, all sorts of endings were laid bare before Luo Tian's eyes.

The blood-red eyes seemed to sense the risk. Under the gaze of the true god, the void began to slowly distort, and an invisible danger seemed ready to completely engulf Luo Tian at any moment.

Luo Tian ignored this, simply stroking the demonic sword in his hand and asking Aatrox a question.

"Aatrox, do you know what the One-Sword Style Sword Demon is?"

Awakened from his fragmented memories by Luo Tian's words, the Sword Demon suddenly regained his senses. Before he could even grasp the situation, he instinctively asked:

"what is that?"

"As the name suggests, the true meaning of the One-Sword Style Sword Demon is to strike only once."

Killing, destroying cities, slaying gods... all it takes is one sword!

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Tian gently raised the giant sword in his right hand and slashed it down at the city below him.

"Soul-draining Strike!"

The long-accumulated power of the soul erupted completely, eroding everything like a tsunami that swallowed the world.

The Heavenly Curtain Array, the Magic Colossus, demigods, saints... whether matter or energy, all were completely annihilated under the Soul-Draining Strike.

The collapsing space distorted reality, and enormous cracks swallowed the earth, turning into an endless, abyss.

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Chapter Sixty-Six: The God of Sacrifice and Offering!

Outside the gates of the Undying City, Vivian, who had just escaped the terrifying city through the crack in the gates, still looked bewildered.

Although she successfully escaped, it does not mean she is safe.

Once any alien race discovers her departure, they will inevitably become suspicious of her identity. Even if she possesses the Blood Bat Cross Badge, she will still not be able to escape the layers of scrutiny from the alien race.

She had to escape as soon as possible!

"Humans have actually come out."

A deep voice rang out from the city wall; it belonged to a gigantic, ugly-faced cyclops.

He was crouching over a large hole in the city wall, his enormous body, which was at least five meters tall, curled up, his huge hands clutching a human corpse.

The corpse's abdomen had been ripped open, and the remaining upper body had a grotesque face, with its gaping mouth and wide-open eyes still filled with intense fear.

Chewing on fresh flesh and blood, the Cyclops stared at Vivian with a scrutinizing gaze.

Without a doubt, the lower half of the corpse that had disappeared from his hands had completely entered his mouth.

Once spotted by the Cyclops, Vivian froze on the spot, not daring to make the slightest attempt to escape.

Faced with this giant who was at least five meters tall, any resistance or attempt to escape from her was futile.

At this moment, Vivian could only pray in her heart that this cyclops had no interest in her.

But it was clear that Vivian's prayers had failed.

The Cyclops scratched his head with his blood-stained right hand, staining his filthy scalp with a dark red hue.

He then threw down the half-corpse he was holding, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Hehe, woman! Delicious!"

As he spoke, the Cyclops extended his blood-soaked, flesh-covered hand toward Vivian.

Suppressing her trembling, Vivian, with her rather thin chest puffed out, addressed the Cyclops:

"I am a member of the Undying Du family, and I possess the Blood Bat Cross Badge. You cannot touch me!"

The Cyclops looked at the badge on Vivian's chest, a look of confusion on his face. This inferior giant, whose intelligence was comparable to that of a wild beast, was trying hard to figure out the meaning of Vivian's words.

After a long pause, the Cyclops nodded.

“You’re right, the elder told me not to eat people who wear badges.”