Wizard Immortal

Chapter 921 Intervention

"It seems we're almost there."

Standing outside the Primordial World, looking up into the world, and exchanging a glance with the being within the Primordial World, Adir smiled and murmured to himself.

Back when he hadn't yet advanced to the seventh rank, he had sent one of his clones into the Ancestral World.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. The clone from that world has now advanced to the level of a saint, and is even on the verge of reaching the eighth level.

Such strength is considered extremely good even in the Primordial World.

If nothing unexpected happens, given some more time, he will be able to break through the barriers and truly advance to the eighth rank.

Such strength has already exceeded Adir's expectations, and he can now achieve his goal.

"We can begin."

A soft voice echoed from the spot.

Standing still, Adir spoke softly, his face calm, then silently turned and left.

Within the Primordial World, sensing the disappearance of Adir's figure, the figure that existed within it slowly sank down, silently closing its eyes without making a sound.

At this very moment, within the world of natural disasters, a war is beginning.

After tens of thousands of years of silence, the gods launched another offensive, launching a massive attack on the world of natural disasters and engaging in fierce battles.

The vast power surged, shattering the void in large swaths, before slowly undulating and rising again.

From all directions, waves of power resounded continuously; these were the fluctuations of the laws and authority, intertwining in this place and almost transforming it into an ocean of laws.

Streams of laws intertwined, their vast power striking beyond the sky and enveloping the surrounding space.

Under the influence of this power, the entire world of natural disasters trembled slightly, overwhelmed by the power of these nearly one hundred holy beings, and felt extremely terrified.

Soft sounds came from all around.

In the center of the battlefield, the God of Death stood with a cold expression, his black robes exuding an imposing aura. He brandished a silver longsword, and every wisp of his aura seemed capable of annihilating a small world.

He stood there, locked in battle with a woman before him, her face as red as fire, as if she were an incarnation of flame.

The imprints of their respective laws were etched at this moment, gradually merging together to unleash the most terrifying battle in this place.

This is the Crimson Lord, standing here in the void, facing off against the God of Death.

The forces of both sides surged and reverberated throughout the area, gradually enveloping the surrounding fields.

This is a battle between eighth-tier beings. If the aftershocks of their battle were to spill out, they would be enough to severely injure a seventh-tier saint.

All around, the surrounding deities quickly moved away, instinctively avoiding the battlefield where the God of Death and the Crimson Lord clashed, not daring to get too close.

However, a closer look at the battlefield reveals that while the God of Death and the Crimson Lord are locked in a fierce battle, seemingly evenly matched, the God of Death actually holds the upper hand, consistently keeping the Crimson Lord under his control.

As both being eighth-tier beings, their strengths are actually quite similar. In fact, because this place is the native territory of the World of Calamities, and is influenced by the factors of world consciousness, the Crimson Lord can even gain a certain advantage.

But in reality, the situation at this moment is quite the opposite.

The God of Death had a cold expression and wore a deep black robe. He consistently dominated the battlefield, suppressing the Crimson Lord and appearing extremely powerful.

"His power has increased again!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, he deflected the longsword swung by the God of Death. The Crimson Lord's face turned ashen as this thought flashed through his mind.

Back when this battle had just begun, the God of Death's strength was only comparable to hers.

At that time, there might have been some difference in strength between the two, but neither could defeat the other. In fact, with the blessing of the World of Calamity, the Crimson Lord was even able to gain a certain advantage.

But as time went by, hundreds of thousands of years later, the situation was completely reversed.

The power of the God of Death grew stronger and stronger, gradually suppressing her and even leaving her somewhat powerless, causing a sense of helplessness to rise in her heart.

Compared to the God of Death, although her strength has also improved, it is far from terrifying and cannot keep up with the speed of the God of Death's progress.

She didn't understand why this was due to the blessing of the world of death.

Unlike the Crimson Lord, the God of Death is not only the King of Gods in the world of gods, but also the ruler of the underworld and its controller.

Over these hundreds of thousands of years, the power of the Death World has been growing stronger by constantly plundering and occupying the souls of the World of Calamities.

Those souls drawn by the River Styx are, in essence, resources for the God of Death's progress and the best elements for his growth.

But the Crimson Lord no longer has this condition.

Therefore, although the two may have been equally matched at the beginning, as time goes by, the gap will eventually widen.

The gap isn't too big at the moment, but if we extend the timeframe to millions of years, the gap will become extremely significant.

Nearby, not far from the battlefield where they clashed, two other places were also erupting in fierce battle.

In the other two battlefields, the Demon King faced off against the Endless Overlord, while the God of Destruction battled against the Cataclysm.

They clashed on their respective battlefields, each strike carrying terrifying power, enough to make any seventh-tier being tremble in fear.

It is certain that there were originally three eighth-tier saints in the world of natural disasters.

However, apart from the Crimson Lord and the Endless Ruler, the remaining deity seems to have encountered some kind of accident, having left the World of Calamity hundreds of thousands of years ago and gone to an unknown distant place.

Therefore, at this moment, in the world of natural disasters, only the Crimson Lord and the Endless Overlord, two eighth-order beings, remain.

It is naturally extremely difficult for two eighth-tier beings to contend with three eighth-tier gods.

Therefore, for the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Crimson Lord and the Endless Overlord have always been on the defensive, relying entirely on their local advantages to survive.

However, this situation was eventually changed tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, the entire world of natural disasters was in turmoil, and under the nourishment of the boundless power of natural disasters, new eighth-order saints began to emerge.

Witnessed and blessed by the world of natural disasters, the avatar of natural disasters was promoted to the eighth rank, becoming a new key combat force.

It was the appearance of the embodiment of natural disaster that restored balance to the situation.

Both the world of gods and the world of natural disasters have three eighth-order saints.

The two sides clashed on their respective battlefields, only to be held back by their respective top-tier forces.

As for those below, the remaining deities were also constantly clashing, and it looked like they were fighting quite well.

Although the gods had a large number of deities, the World of Calamity, relying on its local advantages and the support and arrangements of the world consciousness, was at a disadvantage for a time, but it still managed to fight the gods to a standstill.

Occasionally, ripples could be seen emanating from the void, accompanied by the mournful cries of the laws that spread in all directions.

These are traces of the fall of a divine being.

Sometimes they are the gods, sometimes they are the lords of natural disasters.

However, both sides are already used to this.

After hundreds of thousands of years of fighting and dying, both sides had long been accustomed to the fall of saints.

Even if I saw it now, I wouldn't do anything about it.

After all, given the current global tensions, even if a god were to fall, it wouldn't be as serious as it usually is.

Normally, once a saint falls from grace, he will inevitably face suppression from his peers, and when he returns, he may be penniless.

It's not even certain whether they'll be able to return.

However, the situation is not like that nowadays.

Against the backdrop of global clashes, the power of global consciousness continues to amplify, with that primordial power being showered down as if it were free.

Regardless of which side's deity falls, with the blessing of the world's power, they can quickly return, and the situation of the past will never occur again.

Of course, that being said, the power required to revive a deity is still extremely terrifying.

If too many holy beings fall on one side, the world's power will be greatly depleted in the end, which will also be detrimental to the long-term war.

Both sides were naturally aware of this, so they were both extremely careful.

The battle continues.

As usual, as the battle progressed, the forces of the Calamity World gradually weakened, and the originally set up defenses were on the verge of collapse and about to be completely lost.

If nothing unexpected happens, in a few hundred years at most, the Lord of Calamities will probably have to withdraw from this layer of the world, leaving the archers of this layer to the gods.

Both sides were fully aware of all this, and their hearts remained unmoved.

However, at this point, some unexpected events occurred.

In the center of the battlefield, the God of Death and the Crimson Lord are clashing.

They clashed in the void, their powers vibrating and surging. The terrifying force tore through the void, as if it wanted to destroy the entire world of natural disasters and then rebuild a great world on its foundation.

The God of Death, with a cold expression, brandished his longsword, unleashing wields of deathly light as he surged forward.

Behind it, the phantom of the underworld gradually appeared, and the aura unique to the Great World emerged, pressing forward together.

"Give me a refund!"

Faced with this attack, the Crimson Lord remained calm. Instead of retreating, he met the attack head-on.

A vast power emerged, causing the place to distort and even piercing through the void, creating a chaotic void.

Under the aftershocks of this force, the figure of the God of Death slowly retreated, intending to continue rushing forward and continue to clash with the Crimson Lord.

However, at that moment, a strange feeling suddenly rose up from his body.

A faint ripple spread across the surroundings, followed by a sudden surge of deadly danger.

Feeling this sensation, he suddenly turned around and saw a being dressed in black robes, radiating life force, smiling as he approached him.

(End of this chapter)