I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The Flame Demon Ancestor saw hope in the Sea Emperor.

But it also became clear that Shen Tian was not so easy to deal with.

He waited quietly.

The Sea Emperor's towering bone armor body resembled an unshakeable black tower.

The Sea Emperor is not called the Sea Emperor.

He comes from the endless world.

His real name is Yuanmo.

In the endless world, he was once a general under the Seventh Lord Baal, a true late-stage tenth-tier demon king.

The chosen one.

Over the long years, he followed his lord in conquering hundreds of planes.

He had experienced firsthand just how troublesome these beings, favored by the will of the plane, could be.

Four thousand years ago, during an invasion of a lower plane called "Galo", Yuanmo personally killed a chosen one.

But the brutality of that battle is still etched in his mind.

The native of the Gara plane, when he first met him, clearly only had the meager strength of the late seventh rank.

However, when they are driven to the brink of despair, they repeatedly encounter miraculous encounters.

He forced his way through while critically injured and on the verge of death.

It is growing extremely fast.

Ultimately, he even achieved the tenth-tier divine throne.

He painstakingly shattered most of his own physical form before he could completely crush the indigenous person's soul.

That experience instilled in him an almost instinctive wariness of the concept of a chosen one.

The apparent difference in cultivation level is not an absolute suppression in the face of the chosen one.

Shen Tian's ability to instantly kill a tenth-tier Brahma while only at the early stage of the ninth tier is a feat several times more exaggerated than that of the native from the Gara plane back then.

"Blue Star 1"

Yuanmo looked down at the trembling Flame Demon at his feet.

Once this chosen one is killed, the dimensional fortune that Shen Tian carries will become ownerless.

To devour this fortune.

He not only has the potential to repair the damage caused by his thousand-year stay on Earth and return to the late stage of the tenth rank, but also has a great chance to break through to a higher realm.

Once he takes that step, he will return to the endless world.

He could then shed his identity as a general.

Build your own temple!

Terra.

Yuanmo turned around, and his enormous black shadow completely enveloped the Great Prince of the Abyss Sea Clan.

"exist!"

Terra's thick dragon tail suddenly tightened.

"Go awaken all the princes, activate all the sea god formations within the City of Bones, gather all the troops, and prepare for a full-scale attack."

Terra was deeply shaken.

The Abyss Sea Clan has been biding its time during the New Year, accumulating a great deal of resources. Are they about to launch a full-scale war today?

If this force were deployed on land, it would be enough to flatten a human nation within a single day.

In the past, he was confident that the Abyss Sea Clan would be invincible.

but.

But a question remained in his mind.

Will doing this really allow us to defeat that young human?

"Your Majesty... is this a full-scale attack, a decisive battle against the human race?"

Terra cautiously raised her head.

"If you think this is the final battle."

"To say it's that long is to underestimate the chosen one of the planes."

The luck of a chosen one of the planes has its limits.

Filling it with endless lives is only the first step.

This is the advantage of Yuanmo being a member of the Abyss race in the endless world.

He had witnessed the terrifying power of the chosen ones.

Therefore, he wouldn't get into a fight with Shen Tian.

That would actually make him successful.

What he wants to do is use all means and power to crush him right from the start!

"Yes, sir!"

Terra dared not disobey in the slightest and swam upwards at top speed, dragging the giant scythe.

Yuanmo turned his gaze to the endless darkness above.

This is not enough.

He needs help.

Above the Blue Star, there is another being, just like him, who entered this plane, was injured in the world rift, and was then suppressed by the rules of the Blue Star.

Wind Falcon Clan.

Those creatures that dwell atop the heavens and deep within the fiercest winds of the Nine Heavens are not native species of Earth.

Their ancestor, also from the Feathered Demon Clan of the Endless World, was named Rift Sky.

They came here to fight for ownership of this plane.

At his peak, Rift's combat power was no weaker than his.

I just wonder how much his strength has recovered after all these years.

The two fell to Earth at the same time, one landing in the deepest trench and the other in the highest point of the sky.

For thousands of years, they have kept to themselves, secretly licking their wounds, waiting for the day when the cracks in the world are fully exposed.

If half of the benefits of devouring Shen Tian's fortune were to be shared, given Lie Kong's nature, he would absolutely be unable to resist such a temptation.

The Abyss and the Feathered Demons joined forces.

Even with a double Tier 10 lineup, no matter how powerful this chosen one of the plane is, he will still fall!

Yuanmo raised his right arm.

Dark red magic patterns lit up in his palm.

His five fingers, like hooks, plunged fiercely into the void ahead.

A loud "crack" was heard.

The originally solid spatial barrier was torn open by his bare hands, creating a black crack that was over a thousand meters long.

The surrounding seawater, weighing tens of thousands of tons, surged back, forming a whirlpool with a diameter of tens of kilometers.

Despite the pulling force that was strong enough to crush a ninth-tier beast, Yuanmo remained calm as his massive body transformed into a streak of black light and disappeared into the rift.

……

over nine days.

At the summit of the heavens.

Here, the clouds are no longer soft water vapor, but rather take on a pale white hue.

Countless gray-blue wind blades weaved through the sea of ​​clouds.

The winds here are hundreds of times stronger than those outside.

Even if a piece of super-alloy steel plate is thrown in, it will be shredded into iron filings within half a second.

The Wind Falcon Clan dwells in the deepest part of the Nine Heavens Gale.

A giant floating island, suspended in the center of a sea of ​​clouds.

The island's surface is covered with traces of weathering, and hundreds of falcons, each over ten meters long, circle in the sky.

The Wind Falcon Guards, responsible for guarding the area, have a wingspan of fifty meters and possess peak seventh-tier strength.

Suddenly, the wind in the sky stopped.

The originally raging gray-blue gale seemed to have been paused by some more terrifying force.

A pitch-black crack, stretching 30,000 meters, suddenly appeared above the floating island.

The raging demonic energy poured down like a waterfall.

The wind falcon guards let out sharp screechs.

They looked up, and a huge figure was reflected in their eyes.

Fifteen meters high.

The bone armor was jet black, and the magic patterns were dark red.

Yuanmo stepped out from the crack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hundreds of wind falcons closest to Yuanmo didn't even have time to let out a scream before their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist high in the sky.

The crimson hue spread across the pale clouds.

below.

Fenghen, the Great Elder of the Wind Falcon Clan, was sitting cross-legged in the stone hall, meditating.

The realm of late-stage ninth rank. The terrifying pressure emanating from outside directly shattered the dome of the stone hall.

A gust of wind rose into the sky.

He looked around, his heart pounding.

That guy hovering in the air killed over a hundred of the clan's elites with just a single breath.

Looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't tell which race he was for a moment!

That kind of darkness doesn't belong to Earth.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass on the territory of my Wind Falcon Clan!"