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

If it were a one-on-one fight, both he and Yuanmo would be at risk of being killed by the chosen one and becoming stepping stones for his ascension to godhood.

Back when he was conquering the endless world, he had personally witnessed a peak tenth-tier demon god who, due to underestimating his opponent, was dragged down and killed by a chosen one on the verge of breaking through.

"It's better to share the good fortune than to not even get a drop of soup."

"As long as he dies, even if we only get half of the Blue Star's fortune, it will be enough for us to wash away the damage caused by the depletion of our origins during this thousand-year slumber. We can even use this to break through the bottleneck of the tenth rank, and when the world rift fully opens, we can return to the Endless World in glory."

Rift fell silent.

A silvery-gray light flowed around him, smoothing out all the spatial rifts that were approaching.

Yuanmo is right; surviving and returning to the top is the most tempting bargaining chip.

In the ruins of the floating island below.

This was also the first time Fenghen had seen his ancestor awaken.

He had a question in his mind.

Why did my ancestor look different from the average Wind Falcon Clan member?

The Wind Falcon tribe typically has an eagle's head, and its wings are also made of flesh.

but.

The powerful figure before them was indeed their ancestor.

That kind of awe is etched into our blood.

He tilted his head back.

These two terrifying creatures, who occupy the deep sea and the sky, are now casually discussing how to hunt down the supreme leader of the human race.

No matter how strong Shen Tian is, he is ultimately just one person.

He was about to face two powerful figures who had once stood at the tenth rank!

"Shen Tian is currently riding high on his popularity."

A rift opening.

"He rules over the entire human race, and now the alien races on the continent have been almost completely wiped out. The faith, resources, and fighting spirit of the human race are frantically converging on him alone. His aura grows stronger every second."

"Therefore, we cannot wait."

Yuanmo lowered his arms and leaned forward, his massive shadow covering a large area of ​​the sea of ​​clouds below.

"The human army is no different from ants to us."

"But, when it comes to the chosen one of the planes, we can't think of it that way."

"The convergence of the entire race's faith is the key to the rise of the Chosen One!"

"Once he has completely consolidated the power of the entire plane, under the suppression of the rules of this native Blue Star, the price we would have to pay to kill him would be immeasurable."

"Instead of waiting for him to come to us, we should take the initiative."

Yuanmo drew a heavy line in the void with his finger, tearing open a black rift hundreds of meters long, from which violent demonic energy surged forth.

"While his power is not yet fully consolidated, let's join forces and force him to come out for a decisive battle!"

Within the inverted cross-shaped pupils of the Rift Sky, the silver-gray killing intent exploded completely.

Take the initiative and set up the battlefield on the enemy's territory.

When facing a chosen one, one must never give them any breathing room or room to maneuver.

We must concentrate our absolute power and, from the very first second of the battle, annihilate it with overwhelming force, giving it no chance to turn the tide.

"it is good."

"After a thousand years of slumber, it's time for my wings to drink some blood."

The two reached an agreement, and the atmosphere in the sky instantly changed dramatically.

The dark red demonic energy and the silver-gray storm that were originally in conflict with each other.

Under the pressure of this mighty force, the entire Nine Heavens Gale Layer groaned in agony, and large swathes of pale clouds were instantly evaporated, revealing the deep, dark outer space.

"I have ordered the army of the Abyss Sea Clan to assemble."

Yuanmo turned around, facing the vast, boundless horizon surrounding the floating island.

"Summon all flying members of the Wind Falcon Clan. In one hour, the entire army will break camp. Target: the Human Continent."

Despite the excruciating pain of his shattered body, Fenghen struggled to move his neck, pressing the eagle's head firmly against the broken stone slab.

"Yes, sir... Ancestor."

Yuanmo ignored the trembling creatures beneath his feet. His massive body transformed into a black streak of light that tore through the sky, smashing through the spatial barrier in front of him and hurtling towards the Doom Trench in the deep sea.

The space along the way was left with a dark scorch that stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers and took a long time to heal.

Liekong watched Yuanmo's departing trajectory, and the six metal wings on his back suddenly closed, transforming into a silver spear that hovered directly above the floating island.

The Doom Trench is located at the very depths of the Endless Sea.

This is an absolute forbidden zone where even light cannot reach.

Now, this once silent abyss has come to a complete boil.

Yuanmo transformed into a black streak of light, directly breaking through layers of water pressure, and hovered directly above the City of Bones.

Dark red demonic energy emanated from his body in a ring-like pattern, instantly heating the seawater within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Numerous bubbles rose, creating a deafening roar on the dark seabed.

"All troops, attack!"

Yuanmo's voice was transmitted through the vibrations of the water.

Inside the City of Bones, the Grand Prince of Terra knelt on one knee, the black scythe in his hand emitting a dark light.

The other two princes appeared and stood beside Terra.

In response to the Sea Emperor's call, the abyssal sea creatures, hidden in the seabed rock layers and the cracks of the huge trenches, emerged in full force.

The giant deep-sea eel, which is over a kilometer long, has its body shimmering with bright blue high-voltage electric arcs.

The heavily armored crab, its back covered in sharp spikes, wields massive pincers powerful enough to crush a cruiser.

Hundreds of millions of low-level sea creatures, like locusts passing through, intertwined densely, forming a black torrent.

This is the entire foundation accumulated by the Abyss Sea Clan over thousands of years.

At the forefront, several peak eighth-tier deep-sea demon whales let out long, drawn-out roars.

The army set off, its target pointing directly upwards to the endless sea.

The endless sea, the sea surface.

The Leviathan, the West Sea Federation's ultimate weapon of war and an iron fortress, is sailing across this vast sea.

This colossal fortress, stretching five kilometers, is constructed from extraordinary alloys and covered with a pale blue spatial barrier.

On both sides of the fortress, thousands of heavy electromagnetic railguns were lined up, their muzzles gleaming.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dazzling beam of light tore through the air, carrying the enchanted aura of annihilation, and slammed into the beast horde tens of thousands of meters ahead.

The explosion sent up a water column hundreds of meters high.

Those deep-sea monsters that usually gave the soldiers of the Western Sea no chance to regenerate under the corrosive influence of death energy, turning directly into ashes and drifting away with the sea breeze.

Immediately afterwards, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Rain of Reincarnation.

Rainwater fell on the armor of the soldiers in the Western Sea and seeped into their skin.

Their physical strength, which had been depleted from continuous combat, was restored at an astonishing speed.

"It's simply a miracle."

Arthur stood on the observation deck of the command tower, his blond hair dancing wildly in the sea breeze.

He stared at the one-sided massacre before him, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

With the dual divine power of the [Eternal Overlord Body] and the [Reincarnation Death God], the West Sea Fleet achieved almost zero casualties in this cleanup operation.

Augustus crossed his arms.

The golden armor shimmered with dazzling aurora laws.

He didn't speak, his gaze calmly fixed on the constantly fluctuating casualty figures and the steadily rising battle results on the screen.

He knew that at this rate of progress, the Western Sea Federation would be able to completely wipe out the surface alien races of the entire Endless Sea in less than three days.