Chapter 73: The Balance About to Be Broken? It Should End Now
At the peak of the high mountain, the cold wind howled, swirling the chaotic energy flows from two planes and letting out a whimpering hiss.
Lei Chen and the Tian Shen, the two beings who held the supreme authority of their respective planes, remained suspended on either side of the mountain peak like two eternal sculptures.
Their true bodies did not move an inch, but their invisible presence had long since locked onto each other. Any tiny flaw could trigger a cataclysmic, fatal strike.
While confronting each other, their gazes simultaneously turned toward the battlefield at the plane's border below, which stretched for ten thousand miles and echoed with the sounds of slaughter.
In the Saint Lord's dark-gold vertical pupils, the shock, fury, and gloom previously caused by Electrolux's sudden appearance to intercept Tang Hao and his wife had gradually calmed. It was replaced by a rekindled confidence filled with cold calculation.
He admitted that the old man under Lei Chen, who wielded the strange power of silence, was indeed a massive variable that had completely disrupted his plan to use Tang Hao and Ah Yin to quickly open up the situation.
But, so what?
A planar war was never a game that could be entirely decided by one or two top-tier experts, especially when the highest combat powers of both sides were keeping each other in check.
The final victory was often determined by the comparison of the core forces and... that seemingly insignificant but continuous war of attrition, like a colony of ants gnawing at a dam!
The Saint Lord's perception swept over the several demigod-level battle groups below like invisible tentacles.
In the duel between the Xue Di and the Spirit Emperor, the will of ice and snow and the vast divine sense annihilated each other, making it difficult to determine a winner.
In the brutal clash between Di Tian and the Fierce Emperor, every collision between the Dragon Gods Claw and the abyssal divine power caused space to tremble, showing they were evenly matched.
The physical combat between the Du Busi and the Demon Emperor was even more visceral, trading injury for injury in a wild and tragic struggle where neither could overcome the other.
It would be hard to determine a winner in these three battlefields in a short time, but the fourth battlefield—where Kong Deming and the Scythe Emperor were fighting—would likely break the deadlock soon.
Just as this thought arose in the Saint Lord's mind, sure enough, a sudden change occurred on the demigod battlefield below.
The source of the change was precisely the clash between Kong Deming and the Scythe Emperor.
"Screech—!"
A dark blade light tore through the sky at a speed exceeding the limit of the naked eye, slashing fiercely against the moonlight curtain cast by the silver moon divine light shield.
Kong Deming let out a muffled groan as his figure retreated dozens of yards through the air. The silver moon divine light shield above his head vibrated violently, its light visibly dimming. His face turned slightly pale, and his breathing became a bit more rapid than before.
In contrast, the Scythe Emperor's five-meter-tall, agile body left trails of afterimages in the air. The divine weapon scythes formed by its arms flickered with dark light, emitting an increasingly sharp killing intent.
It let out a cackling, strange laugh, and the flames in its skeletal eye sockets flickered even more intensely.
"Human, how much longer can your turtle shell hold up?" the Scythe Emperor's voice was sharp and piercing, filled with the playfulness of a cat catching a mouse.
Kong Deming's expression was grave. He didn't answer, instead pushing his Soul Power to its limit to stabilize the silver moon divine light shield. He sighed inwardly; in the end, his cultivation level was holding him back.
He had received the blessing of the Plane Master and obtained the Alchemy inheritance of the Divine Seal Plane, allowing him to push his Martial Soul to the divine weapon rank in advance. This had paved the way for him to reach the god level, which was undoubtedly a massive opportunity.
However, the time had been too short. From the successful refinement until now, it had only been a few months at most.
His original Soul Power level was only level 95. Even though he had cultivated bitterly day and night during this period and used the divine weapon's feedback to increase his Soul Power far faster than before, he had only reached the level 97 Super Douluo realm.
The Soul Power of a Super Douluo could support the divine weapon-level silver moon divine light shield for a short time. But against an Abyssal King like the Scythe Emperor, who also possessed a divine weapon and had a far superior cultivation foundation, the disadvantage of massive Soul Power consumption began to show in a prolonged battle.
The Scythe Emperor had clearly sensed this as well. Its attacks became increasingly crafty and ruthless. It no longer sought a one-hit kill but instead used its terrifying speed to constantly harass and wear him down. As its twin scythes swung, dark light crisscrossed, forcing Kong Deming to maintain a high-intensity defense continuously. His Soul Power poured out like a floodgate opening.
As one side waxed and the other waned, Kong Deming's situation began to become precarious. Defeat seemed to be only a matter of time.
At the peak of the mountain, the Tian Shen, who had been closely monitoring the battle, finally showed the most obvious smile since the start of the war. It was a look of composure and triumph, as if the overall situation was already decided.
He turned his head to look at Lei Chen, who still had a calm expression, and spoke with undisguised mockery:
"Lei Chen, it seems the Goddess of Luck is on my side after all. Even if that old fellow you found from somewhere managed to intercept Tang Hao and his wife, so what? In the end, it cannot change the destined outcome!"
His voice carried the certainty of victory: "This subordinate of yours is about to break. Once the Scythe Emperor finishes him off and is free, he can immediately support the Spirit Emperor. Two against one, that woman playing with ice is doomed to lose!"
"Next will be the Fierce Emperor, the Demon Emperor... These demigods of your plane will be defeated one by one and wiped out!"
The Saint Lord's voice grew colder: "And once the demigod battlefield collapses, no matter how many ants make up the legions below, they are nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs before a demigod, easily destroyed with a wave of a hand! At that time, my Abyss Plane will devour the vast majority of the living beings and energy of your Douluo Plane! This will be a heavy blow to your plane, and its origin will surely be damaged! But for my Abyss, it will be an unprecedented supplement!"
The Saint Lord grew more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the dawn of victory: "With this gain and loss, Lei Chen, do you think you can still be my opponent? The winner of this planar war will be me!"
"And you, along with the world you protect, will become the stepping stones for me to reach a higher level! Hahahaha!"
Faced with the Tian Shen's near-proclamation of victory and his mockery, Lei Chen's face still showed no sign of panic or anger. Not even a single ripple appeared.
He simply turned his head slowly and used those eyes, deep as the starry sky, to calmly watch the self-satisfied Tian Shen. Instead, a meaningful, slightly mocking smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Is that so?" Lei Chen's voice was as flat as water, yet it seemed to contain a strange power that made the Saint Lord's laughter stop involuntarily.
"You actually think... you've won?" Lei Chen shook his head gently, his tone carrying a kind of pity as if looking at an ignorant child. "Truly too naive."
He paused, his gaze seemingly penetrating the Saint Lord's body to see the irritability and unease deep within his heart caused by his repeated failures, and continued indifferently:
"Since the start of the war, I have been observing and waiting. Waiting to see if you still had any unexpected hidden cards..."
"But unfortunately, until now, besides relying on those two stray dogs Tang Hao and his wife who accidentally joined you, and hoping for these incompetent Abyssal Kings below, you have made no other moves."
Lei Chen's tone suddenly turned cold, and a sharp light, almost tangible, erupted from his calm eyes.
"It seems you truly have no other trump cards. In that case... I won't waste any more time playing around with you."
His gaze was like lightning, staring directly at the Tian Shen whose expression had suddenly changed. His voice was like thunder from the nine heavens, exploding deep within the other's mind:
"Let it end."
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