In the vast expanse of the universe, a formidable fortress stands, behind which lie countless planets and worlds. Seven or eight figures stand atop the fortress walls, gazing silently at the scene below. Beneath the fortress, an endless expanse of shadows churns, sweeping across the land and stretching back from the fortress without end. These shadows are beings infected by the Evil Spirit race, now transformed into Evil Spirit puppets.
A young man speaks softly, "Boss, can we hold this place? Once that guy breaks through the seal, resisting will require the help of a certain individual."
The youth at the center, though not imposing in stature, carries an aura of maturity. The others echo his sentiment. Among them are individuals of all ages, even battle-hardened warriors. These eight, a mix of men and women, listen as Feng Yun takes a deep breath and says, "We only need to hold on. There are three days left until the seal breaks. Just hold on."
Feng Yun's words are wise. Their only task is to delay the Evil Spirit race's advance. This fortress was originally built to protect the worlds and the universe behind it. It is the ultimate battlefield, where all battles must conclude.
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu!"
The sound of a horn blares, signaling the Evil Spirit race's imminent attack. Three figures swiftly fly towards the enemy formation. Three beams of light collide with three others. Feng Yun shouts, "Prepare for battle! Everyone, ensure all these beings are annihilated, leaving none behind."
"Yes!"
The soldiers behind them surge with fighting spirit. They are defending their homes, and these combatants are players who, now possessing the ability to fight, naturally contribute. This was part of their original pact.
Attacks rain down upon the fortress: fire, ice, sword energy, blade light. The colorful battlefield erupts in explosions. The beings infected by the Evil Spirit race, devoid of consciousness, are as easy to deal with as wild beasts. They endure all damage head-on, but their sheer numbers are a significant problem. This battle has raged for months, and without addressing the root cause, it will continue endlessly.
In the sky, a three-on-three engagement unfolds. The Evil Spirit race fields three generals, while the fortress sends out two men and one woman. The combatants quickly identify their opponents; they have fought before and are familiar with each other.
Xie Longmie declares, "Let's continue our previous battle. You, I will personally kill. I will show you the true meaning of fist arts."
Xie Longmie clenches his fists, his power not to be underestimated. The man on this side responds indifferently, "What's there to compare? A terrifying desire for rivalry."
Wang Feng feels a sense of exasperation. The mere fact that his fist arts are comparable to the opponent's leads to a deadly duel to prove his are superior. Such a mindset is truly baffling!
Xie Longmie and Wang Feng clash fists, both employing fist arts in combat. The other two pairs, already familiar with each other, engage without preamble. After fighting for so long, switching opponents would feel uncomfortable.
Xie Longmie versus Wang Feng, Xie Xue versus Xue Yun, Xie Lin versus Li Ba.
The three Evil Spirit race members before them are ancient Evil Generals. The three on the fortress side are individuals who have inherited the memories of deities from the Divine Realm. Their strengths are roughly comparable. To put it in terms familiar to players of the game "Epoch of Time and Space," they are the high-level individuals who protect the world while also ensuring game updates so players can grow and eventually participate in battles.
Xie Longmie's fist collides with Wang Feng's. Power against power, pure force against pure force, it is a contest of who is stronger. Unfortunately, after several exchanges, neither can gain the upper hand. Their strength is too evenly matched, the gap too small. To determine a victor, a keen mind will be crucial.
Wang Feng's fist swings out, entwined with a gray-white aura, his dual fists carrying the might to shatter mountains.
*Bang!*
An explosion rings out, and both Xie Yun and Wang Feng are forced back. In their previous clash, they were evenly matched. Xie Yun sustains minor injuries. With the protection of divine armor and a divine shield, his wounds are not severe. Even so, he has exerted his full strength, yet the outcome remains undecided.
"Kid, your strength is indeed terrifying, but that's all. You won't have another chance."
"Do you think this is all the strength I possess?"
Both have hidden trump cards, waiting to see who reveals them first, but it is a matter of...
A murderous intent gleams in their eyes. Xie Yun unfurls black wings, his drills blooming like flowers. His arm connects with his wings, and as he raises his arm, a vortex materializes above his head. Liquid coalesces into the vortex, Evil Spirit energy constantly pouring in. From its center, a sharp drill emerges, its head alone occupying the entire vortex.
It's impossible to imagine the scale of the full drill. Sensing the threat of this move, it's clear this is intended as a finishing blow. Such thinking is correct; continuing to fight would be a waste of time. Both believe they can easily defeat the other, but both are mistaken.
Xie Yun thought this world was so low-level that even the most powerful cultivators could be easily dealt with. Wang Feng believed it would be easy to defeat an Evil General, having grown so much. Both had overestimated themselves.
Even in its charging state, this move already made him feel threatened. Wang Feng did not dare to be complacent. Divine Shield on his left and right wings unfurl, merging with his divine wings. The Divine Sword plunges from above into the Divine Shield. He grips the center of the shield, channeling energy. The tip of the Divine Sword points downward, charging.
Both are charging. Soon, a drill larger than a mountain erupts from the vortex and shoots forward. Wang Feng's charge is also complete. He raises the Divine Shield with both arms, its tip, previously pointed down, now stands upright. The blade of the sword is revealed, and a beam of light shoots upwards from it, directly towards the sky. The beam strikes down, creating a cross-shaped trajectory.
They collide, and the resulting shockwave hurls them both into the void. Submerged in the tidal wave of energy, they return to the sky. Xie Yun's condition is poor; his ultimate move failed to eliminate the opponent, and his energy is depleted.
On the other side, panting, Wang Feng's figure flashes. His body is split in two from the middle. Xie Yun never imagined he would die in such a low-level world.
This is the price of underestimation and contempt.
Wang Feng lowers his Divine Sword, his body fully released, and murmurs, "Is Pigeon okay?"
"This battle consumed too much energy. I need to recover first."
Wang Feng flies towards the fortress. His energy was not fully recovered to begin with, and this battle has depleted it completely. He cannot help further, but based on the aura and senses, he doesn't need to worry about Shu Zi.
Shu Zi has experienced rebirth. His strength is second only to Chen Tian himself. He is the second strongest among them. The battle there is merely a matter of time.
As for Chen Tian, his aura has long since vanished, suggesting the battle is over. It is no effort for Chen Tian to finish a fight.
Shu Zi and Xie Kong's long sabers whirl, their blades carrying sharp attacks, as if intending to cleave him in two.