I have a city in another world

However, in the blink of an eye, the gathering place and the abandoned city were separated by a deep ground fissure filled with burning magma.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

What kind of power is needed to be able to do this?
The practitioners who participated in the battle were not without insight, but it was only then that they knew how difficult it was to do this.

No cultivator in the Haoyue Realm could do this. Even if those great cultivators were tied together, they would not be able to perform such horrific methods.

More and more people believe that there are god-level beings involved in this war.

No wonder the gathering place was so calm from beginning to end, with no panic or escape.

It turns out that he actually holds such a trump card in his hand!

At this moment, the evil monk's confidence began to waver.

If you want to take down a world of cultivation on your own, you are almost certain to fail.

Even if we move away from the Haoyue Realm and choose the dark realm as the location of the war, it may not necessarily be possible to reverse the crisis.

Although they are in a dark realm, which prevents the cultivators of the Haoyue Realm from giving their all, they are still fighting at home, and the advantages they possess are unmatched by outsiders.

Although there were various judgments and deductions about the gathering place, he still felt that he had a sure win in the end.

If there is no self-confidence and assurance of victory, this war will not start.

No one expected that the gathering place would use such means to completely separate itself from the city.

It is not the previous spatial division, which is in an intermittent state. Although it is disconnected, it can still travel normally.

But even so, the impact is still huge.

The rules of the dark realm cannot have any other impact on the gathering place due to the spatial cutting.

However, just across the line, the abandoned city was turned upside down, but the gathering place was not affected at all.

The strong wind suddenly dissipated, not because it was blocked by the energy shield, but because it was affected by the rules and could not flow.

Looking at the cracks and abysses around the gathering place and the blazing lava flames, the evil monks suddenly became panicked.

The methods used by the enemy were not only unexpected, but they were also unable to use them.

Does this prove that our own strength is not as good as that of the gathering place?
The more important point is whether there are other means of attack of the same level in the gathering place’s trump card.

The evil monk was uneasy and suddenly wanted to retreat, not wanting to take part in this war anymore.

In the eyes of many evil monks, this is more like a warning, like the roar and snarl of a tiger before showing its might.

At this point, if you fail to evacuate in time, you will face the sharp claws of the tiger.

However, the battlefield is no joke, nor is it a place where one can come and go as one pleases. Those uneasy and frightened evil monks were forced forward.

The evil elder who was commanding the war suppressed his fear and shock, and kept urging the attack.

The means used by the gathering place exceeded the existing level of warfare, just like on a battlefield where swords were fighting, the enemy suddenly sent out bombers.

Although there was no direct casualty, it caused serious psychological shock, leading to a rapid decline and collapse of military morale.

Even the evil monsters couldn't help but hesitate and feel fear when faced with the steaming magma in the abyss.

Fortunately, there is a way to cross this abyss.

When the evil elder made up his mind to attack the gathering place in one go, the ground suddenly shook again.

Starting from the crack abyss surrounding the gathering place, cracks appeared one after another, spreading and extending towards the surroundings like rays.

More than a dozen of the cracks clearly ran along the city roads, and the road surface continued to collapse and fall into the abyss.

The buildings on both sides of the road also collapsed at this moment, or fell into the abyss and disappeared.

But in the blink of an eye, the crack spread to the feet of the evil monster, like a ferocious giant mouth, swallowing up the evil monster.

Most of the evil monsters can only execute simple combat commands and are simply unable to avoid this sudden crack.

Even if they tried to dodge, they could not outstrip the speed at which the cracks expanded, and more and more evil monsters fell into the abyss.

The evil monks in the back were all stunned at this moment, and their hearts were filled with fear beyond words.

They watched as the buildings in front of them collapsed and disappeared one after another, and rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Faced with the crisis of death, the evil monks fled to both sides, trying to avoid being swallowed by the crack.

Such a terrifying crack abyss, once falling into it, even a cultivator would be crushed to pieces. In the face of this level of attack, cultivators are like ants, with no ability to resist at all.

The evil elder who was commanding the rear was so angry that he roared repeatedly, and the panic in his heart became more and more intense.

They had no means to stop the spread of the cracks in the ground.

If the situation continues to develop in this way, not only will we not be able to capture the gathering place, we will most likely end up being completely wiped out.

The evil elders were extremely anxious. If they failed in this battle, all kinds of bad consequences would follow.

Now all we can do is hope that the elders of the sects in the Haoyue Realm will quickly take action to help resolve the deadly attacks from the gathering place.

The bright moon world.

A group of sect leaders who were watching the battle were all filled with shock and anger as they watched the cracks spread.

Evil monsters and monks fell into the abyss cracks one after another, and the casualties visible to the naked eye were shocking.

If the situation continues to develop in this way, this war will undoubtedly be lost.

"Join forces to intercept and suppress!"

The great monks of the sect's elder council looked at each other and offered help from a distance.

In the central area of ​​the hall, there is a huge, constantly changing scroll that shows the scene on the battlefield.

As a group of great monks took action, a virtual paintbrush appeared and lightly drew a line across the spreading cracks.

In a short period of time, this operation was repeated dozens of times.

It was like an invisible person scribbling on the scroll.

This painting is not a simple painting, and the brush is not a simple brush either. It requires the joint efforts of a group of great monks to condense it.

A casual stroke on the scroll will have an impact on the dark realm and possess incredible power.

This strange painting is the highest artifact that controls the dark realm, and its level is higher than the other two.

The other two control artifacts can be brought into the dark realm, but this control artifact cannot be moved.

However, the authority it possesses is far greater than that of the other two controlling artifacts. If necessary, it can also move mountains and fill the sea, and use various rules and means.

The cost is also huge, requiring the consumption of essence, blood, and lifespan, which can be considered a means of restricting the holder.

To prevent the person who holds this treasure from doing anything reckless.

The setters of the rules and authority might never have anticipated that one day foreign enemies would invade the dark realm.

If this had been anticipated, the permissions might have been set more leniently.

A group of great monks from the sect's elder council all had gloomy expressions at this moment, their eyes fixed on the person who controlled the divine weapon.

The operation just now has caused them to suffer from blood deficiency and they feel their lifespans have been shortened.

Essence and blood can be replenished, but lifespan cannot be restored.

Becoming a member of the sect's elders council does have many benefits, but there are also various risks.

For example, if the gods bring down punishment, or if life force and blood are consumed, the dark realm must be ensured to operate normally.

The members of the sect's elders council were very aware of these drawbacks from the very beginning, but they never took them to heart.

Generation after generation of members of the Elders Council have only gained various benefits and have never suffered any losses.

Even if some minor problems arise, they can be easily solved and the members of the Senate do not need to worry too much.

Now that I am performing my duties, I realize how painful it is, like having my bones and marrow scraped out while I am still alive.

Having tried it once, I definitely don't want to experience it a second time.

However, the initiative of this matter is not in their hands, but depends on the development of the situation on the battlefield.

I wonder if this operation can resolve the crisis in the dark realm?
A group of sect leaders and elders were all staring intently at the battlefield scene in the dark area.

It can be clearly seen that after the horizontal line drawn by the magic pen fell, the abyss crack that was expanding outward suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)