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The enormous red dragon swung its long, crimson-gold tail violently, its wings spewing out dense dragon energy. Taking advantage of the fact that the spatial connection between this place and the Fallen Shadow Netherworld had not been completely severed, it crashed headlong into the dimensional passage.

Below, in the mud-brick and thatched houses, countless eyes followed the crimson rainbow that streaked across the sky, lingering on its backdrop.

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Returning to the Fallen Realm, the cold and decaying aura once again assaulted him, but was instantly shut out by the bright light emanating from Thor's body.

This time, he no longer tried to hide himself. Since his senses had been distorted and he couldn't find his adopted son, he decided to make a scene and force the other party to come looking for him.

The enormous red dragon transformed into a dazzling meteor streaking across the sky. This vibrant crimson, so out of place in the otherwise dark and gloomy world, was exceptionally eye-catching in the black and white, deathly silence.

Along the way, all sorts of monsters and creatures looked up, their gazes a mixture of awe, fear, and intense malice, each with a different expression.

All the intense emotions surging within them were absorbed by the wheel in Thor's mind, transformed into pure spiritual essence, causing the balance to continuously fluctuate.

No longer needing to conceal his tracks, Thor's speed increased dramatically, and before long, the distorted reflection of Mount Doom reappeared in his sight.

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, instantly alarming a host of powerful and evil creatures coveting the Blood Moon Wheel.

Before they could react, a barrage of lightning and fire crashed down, striking precisely the giant skull on the mountaintop where black water was gushing.

The intense heat and flames, along with the shockwave, spread wildly in all directions. Thick black smoke rose into a huge mushroom cloud, the entire mountain trembled violently, and countless skeletons rolled down the hillside.

Occupying the summit of this mountain is a powerful Shadow Corpse Dragon. These monsters are terrifying beings that are revived by negative energy and shadow power after true dragons perish and fall into the Shadow Underworld.

Compared to ordinary shadow dragons, it can not only control shadows at will, but is also proficient in all kinds of dangerous necromancy.

But just as this colossal beast, over thirty meters long and withered bones covered by a dark, shadowy outer layer, unfolded its enormous, night-like bone wings, a ferocious dragon claw slammed down from the sky.

Under such unparalleled impact, even dragon bones with a hardness comparable to adamantite would be crushed into mud; even the thickest and deepest shadows of night could not stop the dragon flames as scorching as the blazing sun.

The enormous red dragon merely twisted its front claws, crushing the soul fire within the corpse dragon's skull as if it were crushing a desecrated reptile, showing no concern whatsoever.

When the crimson ring of fire reappeared above Thor's head, billowing flames, like a tidal wave, cascaded down the towering, twisted mountainside.

Its molten gold pupils burst forth with materialized golden light, like two burning suns, looking down at the group of terrified monsters below, and roaring loudly.

"You lowly insect, how dare you covet my territory! Prepare to face the judgment of flames!"

Chapter 394 Let the Flames Burn Everything

The property of a true dragon is inviolable; everything within its territory belongs to it, not even its reflection.

Thor showed no mercy to these lowly creatures who dared to occupy his territory. His thick limbs dug their claws into the broken skull, and his ferocious maw slowly opened, with a blinding light flashing deep in his throat.

Before the surrounding evil creatures could react to the sudden shock, a beam of light, black on the inside and white on the outside, with a dreamlike rainbow glow on its surface, shot out from his mouth.

The elemental annihilation from the Rainbow Light Realm, the energy bombardment of primordial magic, the high-temperature plasma of nuclear fission, and the domineering erosion of dragon attribute energy, all combined to form the purest destructive power.

A dazzling beam of light swept forward, with a shadowy giant bearing the brunt of the attack.

This is a terrifying monster born in the Fallen Shadow Realm. It fought its way up from the lowest level of Shadow, devouring countless of its kind to form its current form. In a sense, it can also be considered a kind of Shadow Elemental Lord.

But before this pillar of destruction, it had no chance to resist and was completely swallowed up. Its body, which was like a black liquid, melted into the pillar of light, leaving not a trace behind.

Upon witnessing this scene, the "hearts" within the bodies of the other evil creatures around them suddenly contracted violently.

They were all companions who had been forced to fight together for more than a decade because they coveted the blood moon atop the mountain, and they were all well aware of each other's true strength.

Even among all evil creatures, this shadow giant would not be considered weak, yet it was so easily annihilated...

What kind of dragon is this? Could it be a red dragon?

But its metallic, thick scales, its enormous, sky-covering wings, and its massive body made it look nothing like an ordinary red dragon.

Under normal circumstances, faced with such a terrifying monster, almost all the evil creatures present would rationally choose to retreat.

But the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and the wisp of divinity nurtured within it, are their only chance in this life to touch the gods. The allure they contain is self-evident, and they are willing to pay any price for it.

In the blink of an eye, a powerful Night Wanderer appeared out of nowhere and suddenly lunged forward, wielding its long, sharp claws imbued with negative energy and shadow power, aiming straight for Thor's head.

A skeletal giant, over twenty meters tall, clad in armor forged from souls, shrouded in thick fog, and wielding illusory chains and a shadowy giant axe, roared silently as it charged up the mountain.

Yoggros and Nikoros roamed back and forth, restraining each other, while the Shadow Weaver wielded his staff, shaping the thick shadows into countless sharp weapons.

Faced with the relentless attacks coming from all directions, Thor's eyes revealed only disdain and deep contempt.

With a slight twist of its thick neck, the dragon's crisscrossing horns, resembling an iron crown, suddenly shot upwards, piercing right through the night wanderer attacking from above.

The remaining breath from its mouth swept horizontally, carving a huge chasm in the ground like a canyon, engulfing the skeletal giant rushing below.

With a slight tremor of its broad wings, the shadows and curses that swept in from all directions were scattered like raindrops. The star-like patterns inside the wing membranes slowly lit up, radiating thousands of dazzling beams of light outwards.

Standing a full six meters tall, with long, slender limbs, not a single hair on its body, and spiraling horns on its head, this night wanderer, formed purely from shadow, should be immune to all physical attacks.

The rainbow light flowing above Thor's horns, mixed with the power of dark lightning, struck its shadow origin directly, causing it to let out a painful scream.

Even though it had been dead for thousands or tens of thousands of years, its remaining bones were still as hard as gold. The skeletal giant, whose bloodline flowed with the blood of the ancient Titans, soon followed in the footsteps of the Shadow Giant and was completely annihilated, turning into a handful of pale, fine ashes.

The Yoggros and Nikoros demons, with bat wings that hovered and danced in the air, were shot down one after another like fragile birds. The Weaver, who was casting spells in the distance, could not escape the pursuit of the Starfeather Butterfly.

Thor wiped out the overwhelming offensive almost instantly, but the massive red dragon did not stop there. Instead, it twisted its head and continued to vent its anger.

A thick, powerful beam of light swept across the twisted, dilapidated houses at the foot of the mountain, followed by a series of explosions and raging flames that completely destroyed everything in its path.

More undead and shadowy creatures continued to charge towards Thor like moths to a flame, but as the crimson halo above Thor's head slowly expanded, endless flames instantly spread and extended in all directions.

When the power of fire and the incineration halo of the ancestral red dragon were combined, the entire area within a radius of several kilometers was transformed into a boundless sea of ​​burning fire.

The towering flames scorched the earth, adding a vibrant and intense orange-red hue to this plane that had been only gray, white, and black since its birth, and was perpetually gloomy and oppressive.

The endless skeletons scattered across the twisted mountain crackled and burned in the raging fire, turning into pale ashes that drifted away in all directions, carried by the rising hot air currents.

Countless undead and ghostly creatures perished in the flames, their filthy bodies burned and melted away, and their remaining souls were all sucked into the wheel of reincarnation in Thor's mind.

The terrifyingly high temperature and the towering, mountain-like waves of flame clashed fiercely with the dark forces native to the Fallen Shadow Underworld. The sea of ​​fire expanded outwards at times and was compressed inwards at others, like a balloon that was constantly expanding and contracting.

The instinctive resistance originating from the Fallen Shadow Underworld plane itself put some pressure on Thor, but he did not stop there. Instead, a maniacal grin appeared on his face.

While continuously expending the massive magical power within his body, he also drew a constant stream of primordial magical power from the magic network, and simultaneously used his powerful mental strength to pierce through the void and send a message to the prime material plane.

The golden disc, suspended atop the Doomsday Volcano, received the summons of the Great Dragon Lord, and an endless stream of golden light surged forth, rising into the sky like a golden river flowing backward, creating another massive dimensional vortex in mid-air.

The Darkborn scattered throughout the territory almost simultaneously raised their heads, their faces filled with pious solemnity, and took flight, flapping their wings.

Within the territory of Sol stand numerous arenas, where hundreds or even thousands of beings fight and kill each other almost every moment.

Whenever a creature accumulates more than one hundred victory points, Thor will bestow upon it a cursed seed, giving it the opportunity to transform into a Darkin.

Although the vast majority of these beings die during the metamorphosis process, the overall number of his Darkin continues to grow at an extremely rapid pace.

Today, their total number is probably well over a thousand, and the best among the first generation are already approaching legendary status in strength.

This was undoubtedly a powerful force that could shock the world. When they led their respective legions, transforming into a dark red tide that surged out from the golden vortex, the entire Fallen Shadow Underworld seemed to tremble at that moment.

With the power of his followers, Thor's incineration aura surged dramatically, breaking through the blockade of dark forces and transforming into a raging wave of flames that spread wildly in all directions.

He gazed at the densely packed figures kneeling before him, stretched out his dragon claws, pointed at the gloomy, dark sky in the distance, and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Bloodline descendants who, like me, have the blood of a mad dragon flowing through their veins, take a look at this twisted, decaying, and stench-filled plane!"

Go and destroy, go and slaughter, go and with thunder and fire, burn everything in sight to ashes!

Chapter 395 The Crow

The burning wave spread and swept outwards, dyeing the entire sky orange-red.

Flames and thunder flashed continuously on the giants who were over ten meters tall. The heavily armored centaurs, which were like mobile fortresses, trampled the earth. Dragon-winged kobolds circled and soared in the air. A large number of mutated goblins followed closely on both sides of the procession.

Few forces could withstand the onslaught of such a massive Darkin army. Bones and zombies were crushed into dust one after another, and the shadows carrying negative energy evaporated completely. Everything in the path of the army collapsed, leaving only a layer of pale, lifeless ashes on the ground.

Thor watched silently as his army marched forward, standing proudly atop the Twisted Mountain, maintaining the domain forcibly created by the Aura of Incineration, and beginning to synchronize communication with the Magic Network and the four elemental planes.

The surging, boundless primal magic flowed from the void like a rushing river, and four spatial rifts, shaped like vertical pupils, tore open in the sky. The four pure elemental forces of earth, fire, water, and wind cascaded down from the rifts like waterfalls.

Five magnificent giant pillars of light stood upright between heaven and earth, continuously squeezing outwards and eroding the dark origin of the Fallen Shadow Netherworld.

The dimensional rules within a radius of tens of kilometers were completely rewritten, adding vibrant and vivid colors to this monotonous and gray world, which was like a faded old photograph.

High above, the wind howled and rushed, thick leaden clouds piled up in layers, and dazzling blue-purple lightning flashed like a raging dragon, swirling and churning within the clouds.

An endless sea of ​​fire burns on the earth, and the fire and earth elements intertwine, causing the reflection of the doomsday volcano beneath Thor's feet to trace back to its origin, continuously spewing out a long, ceaseless river of lava.

A dense and powerful dragon's might filled the entire world, occasionally transforming into jet-black lightning that tore through the sky, domineering and unparalleled, yet carrying the unique vitality of an ancient dragon.

Only by relying on this violently intertwined elemental power and the power of the ancient dragons can Thor's Darkin unleash their full combat power without any worries about energy depletion or physical exhaustion.

This enormous commotion was like a massive hammer crashing down on the very foundation of the Fallen Shadow Netherworld, causing the entire space to tremble violently.

Legend has it that this plane was not originally as desolate and lifeless as it is now. In an extremely ancient era, a group of powerful spellcasters drew away more than 90% of the plane's light and vitality, sealing it all within a pure white spire.

The reflection of the raging, burning Doomsday Volcano at this moment is like the legendary pure white spire reappearing, restoring the light and vitality that were stripped from the Fallen Shadow Underworld back to this world.

If Thor is allowed to continue his advance, his Darkin forces will thoroughly cleanse the entire Fallen Realm with flames and lightning, eradicating every corner layer by layer.

At that time, all hidden evil spirits and filth will be eradicated, and all evil monsters will be eliminated, just like the small undead plane he controls, which will be reborn after extreme destruction.

Unfortunately, the Fallen Netherworld, being a shadow reflection of the material plane, is far superior to that small undead plane.

The primal aura of shadow, death, and evil has long permeated the foundation of this plane, and several powerful gods have even directly rooted their divine kingdoms here.

Leaving aside the well-known Raven Queen, Shar, and Musk, the other gods who wield the power of shadow and death, even if they did not establish their divine kingdoms here, have built giant temples or projected their own divine kingdoms in various parts of the Fallen Underworld.

Just as the destructive torrent unleashed by Thor had spread outward for a hundred kilometers, a powerful dark force converged from all directions, suppressing the surging sea of ​​thunder and fire.

The powerful deities would not descend in person, but the dark power originating from the Fallen Shadow Underworld itself, along with countless native demons of the plane, launched a fierce counterattack.

An endless army of skeletons and shadowy monsters seemed to appear out of thin air, converging from all directions. Countless undead creatures floated in the air, among which one could even see the enormous figures of ghost dragons and shadow dragons.

They were like an endless, dark tide, attempting to extinguish this newly ignited spark of elemental energy.

Thor, standing atop the peak of the Doomsday Volcano's reflection, looked around and his molten gold pupils shone with a dazzling light comparable to the blazing sun, enough to pierce through all the shadows and take in the appearances of all the high-level monsters.

A golden vortex appeared behind him, and the teleportation channel connecting to the Prime Material Plane had already been opened. If the battle turned unfavorable, he could immediately withdraw and retreat back to the Prime Material Plane.

The surging, scorching torrent of elements collided violently with the pitch-black tide of the undead.

The first to be hit, a large swarm of undead, was directly bombarded and crushed by the overwhelming bombs. The goblins with purplish-red skin couldn't help but let out excited roars upon seeing this.

In the blink of an eye, a massive shadow dragon swooped down from the sky, spewing dark, corrosive flames that instantly devoured hundreds of goblins.

There was also a giant centaur, over twelve meters tall, covered in thick scales, and weighing tens or even hundreds of tons, charging at full speed with a giant lance in hand. With just one charge, it pierced straight through the Shadow Dragon's body.

The battle in the high-altitude battlefield was equally intense. The Dragonvein kobolds raised their burning staffs and unleashed a barrage of fireballs, like a meteor shower, to bombard the swarms of shadow insects flying through the sky.

The Darkin warrior wielding a greatsword of lightning and fire is engaged in a fierce battle against Shadow Wolves, High Liches, Ancient Dragons, Dark Lords, and demons that have emerged from the Abyss.

Every minute and every second, hundreds and thousands of lives perish. The undead army of the Fallen Netherworld seems endless, and reinforcements continue to pour out from the dimensional portal behind Thor, rushing to the front lines.

Sensing the rapidly increasing essence balance in his mind, Thor's lips curled into a sinister smile. He took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulging instantly.

The energy core inside his body was operating at full speed, and the scales on his chest opened up with tiny gaps, from which bursts of dazzling light.

A torrent of elements, primal magic, dragon-attribute energy, and high-temperature plasma converged and spewed out of his mouth as a thick beam of light.

The pitch-black tide of the undead was split in two by a pillar of light, as if by divine power. A violent explosion followed immediately. Thor slowly turned his head and plowed the entire battlefield in a circle.

The seemingly endless tide of death, constructed of the dead and ghosts, was temporarily broken and dispersed at this moment.

The aftershocks of the explosion continued to wreak havoc in the surrounding area, blasting a massive canyon trench hundreds or even thousands of meters wide, stretching as far as the eye could see, filled with churning lava.

This terrifying, world-destroying power instilled fear in the evil monsters, who possessed complete intelligence and formidable strength, and they no longer dared to charge forward rashly.

Only the low-level monsters with weak minds, driven by the power of darkness, continued to cross the scorching lava canyon and charge towards the crimson sea of ​​fire.

But how can they possibly contend with the formidable Darkin army with just these?

As the crimson elemental wave expanded outwards once more, a jet-black raven somehow crossed the battlefield and gently landed on Thor's dragon horns.

Chapter 396 Unexpected Help