Wizard Immortal

Chapter 922 Joining the Battle

"you"

Gazing at the figure standing in the distance, the God of Death's expression changed slightly. At this moment, his power surged, and he felt a deadly threat rising from his heart.

The next moment, a powerful force surged from the front, its vast power enveloping the surrounding area and completely burying it.

Boom!!

A magnificent rain of light burst forth, vast and boundless, seemingly without limit.

These are sparks that fly from the collision of laws, incomparably brilliant and sacred, yet containing deadly killing intent. Even the sacred dare not face them directly, feeling waves of terror.

Under the endless rain of light, the figure of the God of Death retreated in large strides. At this moment, a wound appeared on his chest, imbued with the aura of jade, leaving a deep mark on it.

"It's you!"

As the God of Death retreated from the center of the battlefield, his face grim, he stared intently ahead at the figure that had just appeared.

"It's been a long time."

In the direction that the god of death was watching, a boy stood quietly.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a faint smile on his face. The aura of the Jade Authority emanating from him was incredibly clear, swirling and resonating in all directions.

A vast power slowly emanated from him, and at this moment, his entire body was enveloped in a boundless power, which manifested on his body, fully displaying the unique fortune of an eighth-order being.

It was none other than Adir, the sacred being of the wizarding world and the Emerald Ruler.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

The God of Death had a cold expression, and the silver longsword in his hand emitted a series of soft ringing sounds. The primal power belonging to the authority of death drew people's attention.

"I've been looking for you ever since that battle."

He waved his hand, his face cold and stern, and spoke calmly.

"Is that so?"

Adir stood there with a smile on his face, facing the god of death head-on.

The auras of both intertwined here, and the power emanating from each other rippled, silently causing various changes to the surroundings.

The aura of an eighth-order being was revealed. Silently, two vast domains, completely different yet equally immense and containing terrifying power, unfolded and began to collide here.

The surrounding deities tacitly stepped aside to make way for these two beings.

The gods were all aware of the feud between the two.

Back when the God of Death had not yet ascended to the highest divine power, it was the Emerald Sovereign who led the holy forces of the wizards to invade and plunder the world of gods, which led to the situation that followed.

At that time, it was the God of Death who stepped forward to fight the Emerald Sovereign, which led to the situation that followed.

Otherwise, the many deities present at that moment would likely have been in grave danger.

A series of sounds slowly emanated from the room.

Standing still, the God of Death and the Emerald Sovereign faced each other coldly, battling in the void, their eyes now fixed solely on one another.

Watching this situation from the side, the Crimson Lord wanted to intervene, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

If these two want to fight, let them fight.

Anyway, this place lacks everything except opponents to fight.

With this thought in mind, the Crimson Lord shook his head, leaped away from the spot in front of him, and joined the ranks of the Lords of Calamity below. Together with the power of those Lords of Calamity, they fought against the side of the gods.

Her addition greatly strengthened the power of the Lord of Calamities. The defense line, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was stabilized again. Although it was still at a disadvantage, it was no longer as dangerous as before.

Judging from this, it might last for another few thousand years.

Meanwhile, at the same location, the God of Death and the Emerald Ruler also began their actions.

Their domain powers intertwined, and a vast power surged into the sky, enveloping everything in all directions and obscuring the surrounding view.

A series of crisp sounds emanated from within, faintly carrying the sounds of clashing swords and shattering flesh, causing the sacred beings outside to turn their heads and begin to imagine the battle scene within.

However, if they could see the scene inside, they would probably be very surprised.

Amidst a hazy interplay of territorial power, the God of Death and Adir sat facing each other, each on one side.

Their faces were calm and their demeanor was composed. They seemed to be having a friendly conversation, not at all like they were about to fight to the death.

"Are we just going to sit like this?"

Looking at Adir opposite him, the God of Death spoke softly, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Then what should we do?"

Adir shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "Are we really going to have to fight here?"

"What's the point?"

If it were other divine beings, they might be able to unleash their potential through fighting each other, thereby gaining more resources for progress.

However, the God of Death and the Jade Sovereign before them were originally one person, and their understanding was the same.

Their principles, understandings, and even ideas are exactly the same.

In this situation, what's the point of fighting anymore?

Left hand hitting right hand?

Adir shook his head, showing little interest in himself hitting himself.

In the past, it was fine; people would fight if they wanted to show off in front of others.

But there was no one else here, not only no other deities, but even the power of world consciousness was isolated.

In this situation, who are they trying to impress by fighting to the death here?

Feeling bored, Adir and the God of Death simply sat down and began their cultivation in silence.

At this moment, due to the chaos of the outside world, the laws here are both incredibly confused and clear, making it the most suitable time to comprehend and experience the power of the laws.

Instead of wasting time there, it's better to put in the effort.

I wonder what the deities of both sides would think if they saw them like this.

In fact, the situation was equally harmonious on another battlefield.

That's it.

Not far from Adir and the God of Death, in another battlefield, the aura of the Law Domain also enveloped the area, preventing outsiders from discovering what was happening there.

Among them, gazing at the avatar of the natural disaster before him, the God of Destruction nodded slightly: "Your mastery of the power of destruction is already quite good, even in my opinion."

"However, there are still some details that can be polished."

He spoke softly, beginning to correct the problems exhibited by the avatar of the natural disaster, so that it could avoid some detours.

Before him, the avatar of the natural disaster listened intently, its seriousness prompting sighs of admiration.

Taking advantage of the fact that outsiders couldn't discover them, the two openly taught classes here, appearing to be a respectable teacher and student.

In reality, among the three battlefields of the eighth-tier saints, the only ones truly fighting seriously and constantly battling are the Earth Demon King and the Endless Overlord.

The other eight-tiered saints fighting on both sides are either their own people or from their own side.

If the deities of both sides were to learn of this situation, they would likely be utterly astonished.

Of course, under normal circumstances, they would never have known this news.

Outside, on the battlefield, this war continues.

Adir's arrival successfully blocked the God of Death, the leader of the gods, allowing the Crimson Lord to free up his hands to support the ordinary saints and dominate the battlefield of the seventh-tier saints.

Her appearance greatly delayed the collapse of the battle, but in reality, it only delayed the situation for a period of time.

The world of gods is far stronger than the world of natural disasters; the number of seventh-order saints is not just a few more, but one or two times more.

In this situation, no matter how powerful an eighth-tier being is, how much can a mere Crimson Lord change?

Therefore, two thousand years later, the course of the war finally began to change.

The Lord of Calamity's forces suffered another defeat and slowly began their retreat to the next level of the world.

However, the Lord of Natural Disasters was neither surprised nor discouraged by this.

At least compared to before, reinforcements from the Wizarding World have now arrived.

Although only one eighth-tier saint has arrived so far, it is enough to represent the attitude of the wizarding world.

As time passes and the wizards of the wizarding world finish their recuperation, they will gradually arrive and join this battle.

This was a predictable outcome, and thus it invigorated the sacred beings in the world of natural disasters.

At least with the support of the Wizarding World, it won't be as easy for the gods to take over the Cataclysmic World's dimensions as they did before.

The gods were certainly aware of this as well.

"After such a long time, the Wizarding World has finally made its move."

In the void, another council of the gods convened.

Seated in the center of the Temple of the Gods, the God of Death spoke with a solemn expression.

"His Majesty."

Below, a deity clad in full armor, appearing incomparably mighty and bathed in divine light, stepped forward and addressed the God of Death: "There is nothing to fear."

"Our power is greater than ever before. Even if the wizarding world were to join us, it would be nothing."

"Even if we just wear them down, we can wear them down to death."

He spoke these words in front of all the gods present, his voice filled with strong confidence.

Inside the main hall, all the gods present nodded, their faces filled with strong confidence.

This is the confidence that has been cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years.

Since acquiring the technology of the Gate of Worlds, in addition to the world of natural disasters, the gods have occasionally attacked other worlds, plundering their resources and believers.

Over the long course of time, not only have all the gods benefited greatly, but they have also developed unparalleled self-confidence.

The spirit of the gods today is completely different from when they first emerged from the world of gods.

"Your Majesty," a voice came from the side, sounding very clear and gentle.

(End of this chapter)